75- Vidai

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सात फेरों से बंधा जन्मों का ये बंधन
प्यार से जोड़ा है रब ने प्रीत का दामन
हैं नई रस्में, नई कसमें, नई उलझन
होंठ हैं खामोश लेकिन कह रही धड़कन

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Maansi rushed toward him holding a small velvet pouch

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Maansi rushed toward him holding a small velvet pouch.
"Nirvaan, tum ye Vaani ke haath mein de dena jab hum ghar ke paas pahunch jaayein."

("Nirvaan, give this to Vaani when we reach home.")

But the moment she looked up… she stopped.

He wasn’t the glowing dulha anymore.
He stood there in the corner of the emptying hall, shoulders heavy, head bowed, eyes carrying a kind of ache only love could give.

"Nir…"Maansi whispered, her voice softening like a mother who already knew.

He inhaled sharply.

"Maa…" His voice cracked fragile, breaking as if the word itself hurt.

"Kya hua, huh?"

("What happened, hmm?")

He swallowed, voice heavy...

"Maa… vo bahut royegi."

("Mom… she’s going to cry a lot.")

The fear in his voice… wasn’t fear for himself. It was fear of watching Vaani fall apart and not knowing how to hold her together.

Maansi’s eyes softened instantly.
She cupped his face, thumbs brushing the sadness that was ready to spill from his lashes.

"Haan, Nir."

("Yes, Nir.")

"Ye ehsaas ladkiyaan kabhi shabdon mein nahi bata paati. Vidai ka dard… aansuon mein behna zaroori hota hai."

("Girls can never express this feeling in words.The pain of vidai… must flow out through tears.")

His jaw tightened.

He looked away for a second because accepting that truth hurt more than anything.

Maansi continued softly, her voice wrapping around him like warmth in winter.

"Tum bas uska haath pakde rehna.
Use jee bhar ke rone dena, hmm?"

("Just hold her hand. Let her cry her heart out, okay?")

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