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Wedding Arc 4

I don't know why I bother but.
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Three weeks had passed and Rishi and Aarna had come from London and were now staying at Sehgal Mansion.

Along with Akira Maasi

The early morning light filtered lazily through the gauze curtains of the Sehgal Mansion's dining room, throwing golden beams across the glass-top table.

A gentle hum of excitement echoed through the halls—footsteps, muffled laughter, the occasional sharp ring of a phone, and the sound of suitcases rolling over the polished floors.

The house was brimming with people—family—though the word itself felt like a joke some years ago.

Rishi and Aarna were crashing in the guest bedroom across from mine and Athira's.

Vihaan and Saranya weren't here yet—Saranya's court case had stretched on longer than expected, dragging Vihaan's arrival behind. Vihaan had texted me late last night, a typical blend of casual .

"Reyansh, pack my sherwani. Saranya's case is going to drag on for a few more days." Classic Vihaan—always juggling chaos and staying calm about it.

I sat at the breakfast table now, only half-focused on the conversation around me.

The rest of my attention was caught somewhere else, floating in the spaces between words and the quiet rush of my thoughts. The wedding preparations were in full swing—decorators coming in, vendors calling, last-minute orders flying back and forth.

Papa had joked earlier about how Ishani Malhotra would probably have a stroke if Athira or I messed up the arrangements this time. Athira had laughed nervously, like she knew exactly what he meant.

We had a tight schedule ahead—first a quick temple visit, then the gurudwara, and finally a flight to Jaipur to keep the rest of the preparations on track. The house was honestly too crowded, too loud, and I was trying hard to keep my sanity by doing the one thing that still made sense to me—holding Athira's hand beneath the table.