Vidai and Emotions

As Harivansh's voice boomed through the hall, announcing the vidai, a collective stir ran through the crowd. Everyone rose from their seats, their faces a mix of emotions, and began walking toward the exit. Ishan, however, felt like he was stuck in a nightmare.

With the 4-inch heels and 30kg lehenga threatening to topple him over, he could hardly stand up, let alone walk to the grand exit. He frantically scanned the crowd for Sandhya, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Just as he was starting to feel like a lost child, a gentle hand wrapped around his, guiding him toward the exit. He turned to see his mother, her eyes red-rimmed from crying, her face etched with a mix of sadness and pride. Ishan's confusion deepened - why was she crying? It was just a pretend marriage, after all.

'Control yourself, woman, you're really overacting right now.'

But as he looked into her eyes, he saw something there that gave him pause. A deep sadness, a sense of loss, and a hint of resignation. It was then that he felt another hand wrap around his right one, and he turned to see his father, his eyes mirroring his mother's.

Ishan's brother, Rohan, was also crying, and Ishan's confusion turned to alarm.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!! WHY IS EVERYONE CRYING?'

"Ma, why are you crying like that?", He whispered to his mother, asking her the reason for her tears.

She replied, her voice trembling, "Meri beti vida ho rahi aur main roon bhi nahi sakta.(Cant I cry on my own daughter wedding"

Ishan's eyes rolled heavenward as he thought, 'Dramatic much?'

But as he looked at his mother's face, he saw the genuine pain there, and his sarcasm faltered.

He turned to his brother, who was sniffling like a child, and asked, "You, my brother, why the hell are you crying?"

"These are tears of happiness", Rohan looked up at him, his eyes streaming with tears, he quickly wiped them off with his cuff , " I'm finally going to have the whole room for myself."

But as he looked at his family, he felt a pang in his heart. He had never actually lived away from his parents, and now he was going to be away from them, at least for a few months.

The thought hit him like a ton of bricks, and he felt his eyes getting blurry with tears. His nose started to run, and he quickly wiped it with a tissue.

'Why am I crying now? God, help me! What's going on?' he thought, feeling like he was losing his grip on reality.

As he sat on the seat, still crying, and looked at his family, he felt like he was being torn apart. Rohan hugged him goodbye, and Ishan hugged him tight, feeling like he was going to lose his best friend. The emotions flowing inside his heart were inexplicable - a mix of sadness, fear, and uncertainty.

Aryan, who had been silent throughout the whole event, finally sat beside him with the help of his assistant.

Ishan glanced at him, feeling a pang of guilt for not having spoken to him yet. But Aryan just looked straight ahead, his expression unreadable. Ishan himself was not in any state to talk, his emotions still raw from the vidai. He just went through the entire journey without saying a word, lost in his own thoughts.

The ride home took around 20 minutes, and as they approached the Raichand villa, Ishan's eyes widened in awe. The sheer grandeur of the mansion took his breath away, and he thought to himself,

'HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!! IS THAT REALLY RAICHAND VILLA??'

As Ishan stepped out of the car, his eyes widened in awe at the sheer grandeur of Raichand Villa. The mansion's imposing structure stretched out before him, its opulent facade gleaming in the soft evening light.

Ishan couldn't believe that such a house could even exist - it seemed more like a palace, a monument to wealth and power.

The intricate carvings, the sweeping arches, and the glittering crystal chandeliers all combined to create an atmosphere of breathtaking luxury. Ishan felt as though he had stumbled into a fairy tale, one where the grandest palaces seemed dull and mundane in comparison.

The Raichand Villa was a masterpiece, a testament to the family's immense wealth and influence. Ishan couldn't help but wonder if it was even right to call it a house - it was a work of art, a symbol of the family's status, and a reminder that he, Ishan, was now a part of this extraordinary world.