Broken Inside

45. Together forever!

"No no mumma didu looks good only in this blueee." Myra yelled.

"No no pinkie is good." Niya equally yelled.

Swara was sitting doing nothing while all the ladies were busy trying out ornaments to match her floral bridal wear. Today was her wedding day and the people around her were so much excited to see her and him together and they wanted everything to be perfect. She looked at herself in the mirror infront of her. Though she didn't have much knowledge on make-up she just know that she was wearing a minimal amount of them yet her eyes was adorned with black khol, smoky effects with pink eyeshadow. She choose baby pink lipstick for lips and her hairs beautifully decked up in a bun with jasmine flowers adorning them. Her hands were already filled with red bangles.

Finally choosing pink they made her wear those white and pink mixed ornaments and finally they placed a pink veil on her head.

"Didu you look so pretty." Myra made cute faces.

Swara could not stop going aww for this little girl. She slowly picked Myra on her arms.

"But not so pretty as you." Hearing this the little myra giggled making everyone adore their bond.

"I'm going to bhaiya." Niya made faces as no one cared about her.

Before anyone would say anything to her niya gathered her blue frock up and ran outside the room and started moving to sanskaar's room. Niya somehow managed to open the door and she immediately hugged sanskaar's legs.

Feeling a sudden tug on his legs sanskaar looked down to see his little barbie doll. Sanskaar took her on his arms.

"My Barbie doll is looking so pretty today." Sanskaar smiled while niya smiled shyly.

"You look... Handsome." Niya winked while sanskaar chuckled.

"So my doll is here all of a sudden?" Sanskaar sat on the couch keeping niya in his lap.

"Everyone forgot me bhaiyu so I'll be with you only." Niya hugged while sanskaar hugged in return.

Those 1 week was like 1 year for him and finally his wait was over. Today he was going to get married to her which he wished for. Sanskaar looked at himself in the mirror where he was wearing a designer light cream traditional suit. All of a sudden his mobile rang while sanskaar immediately attended the call. After having a short talk he wished everything would be fine.

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Sanskaar was asked to come to the wedding stage by the priest. Everyone was present on the lawn of the apartments where it was beautiful decorated with flowers and lightnings. It looked simple yet beautiful enough to catch attention. Sanskaar came with few men and niya too accompanied him.

His eyes shone brightly seeing the stage beautiful settled in the middle of the lawn of the mansion which swara and himself brought few months ago yet they didn't shift. He looked at everyone who was looking happy and he stopped abruptly seeing the person.

Sanskaar's eyes turned teary seeing his father sitting on the wheelchair. Though he looked extremely weak yet the smile on his lips expressed how happy he was. Sanskaar went to him and sat on his knees. Dp placed his hand on his head.

"Do you think I won't come to see my only son's marriage?" Dp asked weakly while sanskaar hugged him.

He did wished to have his dad here yet he thought not to trouble him as his health was not well yet inspite of all this he had been here and he knows who would have arranged this. His lips curved into a smile thinking.

"Go up sanskaar." Dp smiled as much as he can while sanskaar nodded and went to the stage.

He couldn't wait to see her now. Though he was sitting here his heart and soul was waiting to get a glance of her now.