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Wedding Morning
The sun rose gently, casting a golden hue over the Malhotra house. Shivika’s room was buzzing with makeup artists, hairstylists, and overexcited aunties. Kritika stood near the window, bouncing her baby girl in her arms while giving orders like a general in a lehenga.
"Didi! Don’t smudge the kajal. It took me ten minutes to get that wing perfect," one of the artists pleaded.
Shivika sat in the middle of the chaos, dressed in a heavily embroidered rose-gold lehenga, hair adorned with mogra, hands patterned with deep mehendi. Her eyes were nervous but glowing.
Her mom sat beside her, gently pressing her hand. "Aaj se sab kuch tumhara naya hoga. Ghar, naam, parivaar... Par tum toh hamesha meri Shivika hi rahogi."
Shivika smiled, misty-eyed. "Mumma, can we cancel the wedding and just have a sleepover instead?"
Kritika rolled her eyes, chuckling. "Too late. Baraat nikal chuki hogi ab tak."
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Singhania House – Baraat Madness
Siddharth stood in front of the mirror, looking unusually serious in a cream sherwani with gold detailing. His father helped pin the turban, his hands slightly shaky.
"Nervous?" his dad asked.
"A little. Not about her. About... everything changing."
His dad patted his shoulder. "Change is good, beta. Especially when it’s with someone who makes you better."
Downstairs, Bhua ji was handing out sehra pins and shouting, "DJ ready hai? Horse kaun control karega? Siddharth, smile karo, beta, dulha lagna chahiye dulhe jaise!"
Riya and Aman laughed as the dhol started.
Riya: "How much do you wanna bet he cries when he sees her?"
Aman: "If he doesn’t, I’ll punch him."
The baraat took the street by storm. Neighbors peeked out. Children joined in the dancing. Karan was already tired, pulling Kritika into a slow two-step.
Siddharth danced like a fool, then tripped, then laughed.
"Baraat ka dulha toh main hi hoon, right?" he asked, breathless.
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Wedding Venue – Entrance
Shivika waited behind the floral curtain. Her heart thudded like a dhol.
She peeked out just as the shehnai started.
And there he was.
Siddharth.
Smiling. Teary. Still somehow the college boy who passed her notes in class. And now, about to become her husband.
The curtain lifted. Shivika walked down the aisle flanked by her cousins and Kritika holding her baby in one hand and a kaleera in the other.
As she walked, flower petals rained. Everyone gasped. But for Shivika, the only eyes she noticed were his.
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The Pheras
Under the mandap, with the sacred fire crackling and the priest chanting, Siddharth and Shivika circled the flame.
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Fantasía💔 "She waited her whole life to confess... but he kissed someone else." SHIVIKA MALHOTRA - 22, hopeless romantic, secretly in love with her childhood best friend SIDDHARTH SINGHANIA. She had loved him for years - through every heartbreak, every lat...
