Layers of Us

Chapter 100: Salaam-E-Ishq ❤️

The second wedding was set to take place at a luxurious farmhouse, just a few kilometers away from the serene temple.

The location was extravagant, with sweeping gardens and vibrant floral decorations, promising a celebration full of life, colors, and love.

But for now, as the long morning stretched into the early afternoon, Tripura and her family settled into the back of their sleek, black SUV, ready to head to the next venue.

Tripura sat with Siya still fast asleep on her lap, her small head nestled perfectly against her chest. Her mother, sitting beside her, looked over at the peaceful pair with a soft smile.

In the front of the SUV, Aditya sat beside Palash who was driving, and behind them, Bhoomi, Merwin, and Ireen were deep in conversation, occasionally glancing back at Tripura and her daughter.

The ride was going to take a while, so Tripura turned to her mother.

"Amma, I think I'll sleep for a while too," she said, her voice soft and content as she adjusted herself in the seat, careful not to disturb Siya.

Her mother chuckled at how Tripura, even amidst the whirlwind of the day, always found time to be the protective, loving mother.

With a contented sigh, Tripura leaned her head back against the headrest, allowing her eyes to flutter closed. Her arms instinctively tightened around Siya, drawing the little one closer, the warmth of the child's small body grounding her in the present moment.

The soft hum of the car and the gentle movement of the road were enough to lull Tripura into a deep, peaceful slumber. Her breathing slowed, and she completely relaxed, knowing that the world outside was taken care of by those around her.

Siya remained nestled in her mother's arms, her peaceful face a reflection of the quiet calm that Tripura felt.

As the car moved along, the rest of the group started a casual conversation. Bhoomi, Merwin, and Ireen discussed wedding details, plans, and the next steps.

Her mother, though glancing occasionally at her daughter, quietly joined in the chatter, happy to see Tripura resting after the hectic morning.

Their conversation meandered, but the soft glow of the sunlight, the quiet sound of the road, and the peace between mother and daughter wrapped everyone in a comforting blanket of calm as they made their way to the luxury farmhouse for the second wedding.

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The Luxury Farmhouse was nothing short of a spectacle, nestled amid lush greenery with manicured lawns stretching as far as the eye could see.

The air was vibrant with anticipation as guests began to pour in, their laughter and chatter filling the space.

The entire venue was awash in a riot of bright colors-rich reds, oranges, yellows, and vibrant pinks-each corner of the sprawling farmhouse exuding the exuberance that a Punjabi wedding was known for.

The decor was grandiose: strings of marigolds hanging from the ceiling, bright silks draped across every pillar, and gold-dusted lanterns that hung above waiting to be lit.

Music blared from the speakers, the beats of dhol setting the tone for the high-energy celebration. The rhythm was infectious, and the guests couldn't help but dance and sway as they entered.

The moment they stepped onto the premises, it felt like entering a world of joy and celebration-one that only a Punjabi wedding could bring to life.