Where is bride mr. Mehra his father asked?
There parents are looking down they don't have words to say to them that there daughter run away from her own marriage...
Sorry Raghuvanshi sahab mai aapke hath judta ho mujhe maaf karde .
Ab kuch nhi ho sa...
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ABHIMANYU RAGHUVANSHI|POV
I have seen her in hundreds of outfits. But tonight… in that deep red saree, draped so delicately around her, she looks like a vision I don’t deserve but somehow ended up calling mine.
The house terrace is decorated with fairy lights and brass diyas. Maa stands with her thali, waiting for the moon. It’s our first anniversary too, but because of Karva Chauth, we didn’t celebrate anything grand. Still… my heart is full. I don’t need a party. I only need her.
Anika stands beside me, holding her thali, mehndi drying beautifully on her hands. The small moon I made on her palm glows under the warm light. She looks nervous and excited at the same time, constantly pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, not realizing how much it distracts me.
I can’t take my eyes off her.
Every time she looks away, I look at her again. And again. And again.
I don’t even try to hide it.
She feels my gaze and glances up at me, cheeks flushed. “Abhi… stop staring,” she whispers.
“I can’t,” I reply softly. “You’re in red. What do you expect from me?”
She bites her lip, trying not to smile. My control slips a little.
Then suddenly Dadi says, “Chand nikal gaya!”
Everyone looks up. And the sky holds a silver glow.
Anika’s breath shakes gently, and she folds her hands, lifting her thali. Maa begins the rituals. Anika follows, her eyes shining with devotion and love. When she finally turns toward me, looking at me through the sieve, something inside me moves.
She looks at me as if I’m her entire world.
And tonight, she is mine.
The ritual ends, and I lift the glass of water before she even asks. Her hands tremble slightly as she touches the rim of the glass.
“Drink,” I say gently.
She watches me with soft eyes, and when she finally drinks, I feel pride blooming in my chest. Not because she fasted for me… but because she loves me enough to.
I make her eat a small sweet. Her lips brush the tips of my fingers, and a shiver travels through me.
