Their Married Life

THE WEDDING-2

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Manasa's POV

As I stepped away from the wedding altar, the weight of sacred rituals behind me and the warmth of new beginnings ahead, I found myself walking beside him.

My husband. Dev.

Even just thinking the word "husband" sent a flutter through my chest. Was this really happening? Was he truly mine?

We paused in the quiet yard behind the mandap, surrounded by our parents and a few smiling relatives. The air was cool, almost reverent, like nature itself had bowed its head to bless this moment. The stars were just beginning to peek through the fading twilight.

Pandit ji looked up at the sky and said gently, "Dev beta, show her the Arundhati Nakshatra."

I barely had a moment to register the instruction when Dev stepped closer, so close that I could feel the warmth of his presence even before he touched me. Then, with a gentleness that sent a shiver down my spine, he reached around and held my forearm from behind. His fingers were warm, steady firm enough to guide, soft enough to comfort.

My breath hitched. He lifted my arm with his, our hands moving as one, and pointed toward the sky.

"There," he whispered, his breath brushing against my temple, sending a delicious wave of goosebumps across my skin.

Two stars shimmered quietly above us-twin flames in a sea of velvet blue. They weren't just bright; they felt alive, glowing with purpose. Alone in the heavens, yet together in every sense.

Pandit ji's voice wrapped around us like a blessing. "This is the Arundhati Nakshatra. It is shown to the bride as a symbol of eternal partnership. Arundhati and Sage Vasishta-two souls, equal in strength and wisdom, bound by love and mutual respect. Just like these stars never part in the night sky, may your journey together be one of balance, companionship, and unwavering unity. May you walk hand-in-hand through all four goals of life dharma, artha, kama, and moksha." I nodded, taking in the meaning the beauty of it all.

The stars. The moment. The man standing beside me. Just then, Dev slowly let go of my forearm... only to reach for my hand. His fingers slipped through mine, warm and certain, and for a second I felt like time stood still. I turned to look at him. He was already looking at me. And the way he smiled gentle, radiant, quietly protective-reminded me of the very stars we had just seen. Brilliant. Steady. Eternal. And in that moment, I knew this wasn't just a ritual.

This was a promise. Ours.

I turned to look at my father... and in an instant, my heart cracked. His eyes mirrored mine-gentle, glassy, fighting back the tide just like me. And in that look, I saw a lifetime: scraped knees and bedtime stories, silent encouragements and shared laughter, his steady presence whenever the world felt too loud.

I couldn't hold it anymore. I threw my arms around him, burying my face in the curve of his shoulder. The tears came, uninvited but honest, soaking through the layers of silk and emotion.

"I don't want to go, Papa," I whispered through trembling lips.

"I don't want to leave you." His hand, so familiar, so safe, moved to gently caress my head like he always had when I was a little girl afraid of the dark.

"Now he'll understand what it's like to handle Manasa," he said with a quiet chuckle, his voice thick with emotion.

A small laugh bubbled out of me through my tears.

"You had a hard time." I said to him with pout

"But I loved every bit of it," he said softly, his eyes misting over.

"I did love it." That was it. I broke again. I held him tighter, as though I could stay a little longer, as if this moment could stretch a few more heartbeats. My papa my hero, my shield, my world.

My mother stood nearby, her eyes glinting with unshed tears, though she tried to look composed. She and I had always been two sparks too close flaring up more often than not. But today, none of that mattered. I turned to her, forcing a pout even though my eyes were red and swollen.

"I won't cry... unless you do." She rolled her eyes with a half-snicker, trying to stay dry-eyed.

"I never cry." We both knew that was a lie.

I leaned in and hugged her, our silence saying more than any words could. Then came my little sister, clutching the edge of her dupatta, trying to look brave and failing miserably. I scooped her into a fierce hug and kissed her forehead.

"You'll always be my baby," I whispered.

"Even if I'm not here to steal the remote."

Finally, my father took my hand one last time not to hold it back, but to place it gently into Dev's waiting palm. It was a gesture centuries old, yet so deeply personal in that moment it made my heart squeeze.

"Take care of my daughter," he said, his voice low but firm.

Dev nodded respectfully, touched my father's feet, and rose to his embrace.

"Always," he replied, not just to my father, but to me.

Later, Dev helped me into the car, his hand never once letting go of mine. I sat down, turned back, and there they were my parents, my little sister waving with tearful smiles. I raised my hand slowly, trying to keep my composure, but as the car pulled away, so did my strength. I broke down.

Silent sobs escaped me And then I felt his arms wrapping around me, steady, secure, shielding me from the storm within.

Dev.

He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. His hug spoke louder than any words

"I'm here. You're not alone."

And so I leaned into that warmth, that quiet strength, and let the tears flow freely. We stayed like that the entire ride-two people beginning a new chapter, bound together by love, silence, and the beautiful ache of letting go.