As Aadish's grip on his sword tightened, his eyes locked on Avantika as she took each deliberate step toward him. The weight of the moment pressed down on him, his heart racing, a mix of excitement and nerves swirling within him. Every step she took seemed to echo in his chest, her presence an overwhelming force, like the future itself walking toward him.
His brothers stood around them at a distance, forming a protective circle as if they were the shield between these two souls and the world outside. Their silent support spoke volumes, a reminder that the Rajawat family, bound by honor and strength, would always stand on their own.
Ansh and Revti, standing at a distance, watched with pride and joy in their eyes. Their first elder son of the Rajawat empire was getting married, and they could hardly contain the happiness bubbling inside them. Their hearts swelled with love as they gazed at Aadish, the man he had become, and Avantika, the woman who would join their family.
The sight of their soon-to-be daughter-in-law brought an overwhelming sense of warmth. She was everything they could have hoped forâlovely, graceful, and full of promise. They could see in her the woman who would be the perfect partner for their son, the queen who would rule beside him, and the daughter they would cherish.
At that moment, their eyes spoke the language of true happiness, a silent conversation that only a parentâs heart could understand. They felt blessed, not just by the union of their children, but by the way this day, this moment, had brought them together in the most beautiful way possible.
As Avantika took each slow, deliberate step toward her new beginning, her heart was a storm of emotions. Aadish had convinced her to believe in love, to marry him when she had once resigned herself to the idea that happiness was not meant for her. Now, she walked toward the man who had proven that love could rise from the ashes of her darkest times.
Her eyes remained lowered, her heart pounding in anticipation of the moment, and she had expected him to come forward, offering her his hand. But instead, as she was just four steps away from the mandap, she felt his presence drawing near, a warmth she hadnât anticipated.
He didnât wait for her gaze; he moved closer, his steps confident, yet careful. As he stood before her, the world seemed to pause. Her heartbeat quickened as the distance between them closed, and she felt his towering figure standing before her. For a moment, all she could do was breathe in the air around them, and though she still hadnât looked at him, she felt his eyes upon her, steady and full of love.
Aadish, towering and strong, lowered his gaze toward her, his eyes softening as he reached out. His hand, warm and sure, gently clasped hers, the touch igniting a shiver that ran down her spine, sending a delicate tremor through her entire being. The feel of his hand, so deliberate, so tender, was like a bloom unfurling, the petals soft yet burning with an intensity only he could carry.
She remained hidden behind the veil, her gaze still lowered, but the presence of his love, of his quiet strength, enveloped her, like a flame hidden beneath a flower's soft petals. In this moment, Avantika knew she had found her heartâs home.
Aadish, standing tall and steady before her, gently reached into his poshak and pulled out a small, intricately designed ring. Avantikaâs gaze never left his face, her eyes filled with a mixture of uncertainty and warmth, her heart fluttering with every moment of their union.
With a quiet deliberation, he slid the ring onto her ring finger, the cold metal a stark contrast against her warm skin. The moment her fingers touched the ring, she realized what had just happened. The realization washed over her like a soft wave, and before she could stop it, her eyes welled up with tears. The tears, born from happiness, blurred her vision, but she didnât care. She looked at her hand, as if the ring alone could anchor her to the reality of the love that had bloomed between them.
As her eyes slowly lifted, Aadish smiled gently, his voice steady and calm, but the depth of his emotions was clear in his words, âRing phen di h⦠mandap taiyaar⦠aur sid hum bhi⦠shadi karegi mujhse aap?â [The ring is on, the mandap is ready⦠and now, will you marry me?]
The words hung in the air, and in that moment, Aadish saw her heart open fully. This was the moment he had been waiting for, since the first time he had laid eyes on Avantika. The day he had first seen her, making everyone around her both shocked and happy, was now coming full circle.
She had come so far, and so had he. And now, their love was sealed not just by the ring, but by the trust and faith they had placed in each other. It was the beginning of their forever.
"Aap... aap..." Avantika tried to control the overwhelming wave of emotions that surged within her. Her voice trembled slightly, but there was no mistaking the certainty in her words as she gazed into Aadishâs eyes. Softly, she touched the ring on her finger, her fingers brushing over the cool metal as if it was a symbol of all the promises and dreams she had just accepted.
"Yes... ha, mai karungi aapse shaadi... it's the best proposal in the world, Aadish." ["Yes... I will marry you... it's the best proposal in the world, Aadish."]
Her words, spoken from the very core of her heart, seemed to hang in the air. Her heart was speaking, unburdened by doubts.
She felt like her soul had found its counterpart in him, and without a second thought, she placed her hand in his. Aadish, with an almost reverent gentleness, took her hand. Their fingers intertwined, and in that small but profound moment, both of them felt the grip of their bond tighten. It wasnât just the touch of their hands; it was the touch of their hearts, two souls aligning, destined to be together forever.
The world seemed to fade around them, leaving only the shared promise between them: to stay by each otherâs side, through all eternity, as long as their souls existed.
As they held each otherâs hands, their gazes locked, a faint smile spread across their faces, radiating more than just happinessâit was the connection of souls, filled with love, care, and trust. In their eyes, there was a shine, a reflection of a shared understanding, as if the world around them blurred. Perhaps it was the veil, or maybe the intensity of the moment, but they knew what they were feeling. It wasnât just about a simple gesture or an exchange of vows; it was the deep emotion, the bond that had been building all this time.
This moment was far beyond a mere question; it was the culmination of all their shared experiences and promises. It was a lifetime of trust and love, bound together by their hands.
With the promise of eternity resting in their clasped hands, they stepped into the mandap together, ready to begin the next chapter of their journey.
Standing on their designated places near the sacred havan, the priest offered them the jaimala.
For Aadish, the jaimala was presented by the priest, a symbol of his acceptance and commitment to Avantika. For Avantika, however, the jaimala was given by Armaan, her brother, marking her transition from one part of her life to another.
In that exchange, there was more than just a tradition being followed. There was a story of love, family, and destiny unfolding.
As the priest chanted the mantras, Avantika delicately placed the jaimala (garland) around Aadishâs neck, sealing the first step of their union. Then, Aadish followed suit, placing the jaimala around her neck, symbolizing his commitment and love for her.
After the exchange, they both took their seats on small stools near the havan (sacred fire), and the priest continued with the mantras. The air grew thick with anticipation as the time for the kanyadan (giving away of the bride) approached.
Avantikaâs eyes, usually filled with hope, now reflected a wave of emotionsâones she herself couldn't fully understand. Her head lowered, overwhelmed by the weight of the moment. As the priest called for the brideâs parents, she felt a deep ache in her heart.
It was the biggest day of her life, one where her present was filled with joy, yet her past lingered, haunting her. Tears began to fall from her eyes, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her.
Just then, Armaan came to her side, his presence offering a sense of calm. He held her hand gently, whispering, âKanyadan mai karuga maa sa (I will perform the kanyadan, mother).â
His words brought a sense of relief to her. The tension that had been etched on everyoneâs faces seemed to vanish, and the lost happiness that had once filled Avantikaâs heart returned, sweeping away the sorrow, at least for that moment.
In that moment, Avantika knew she was not alone. She had family by her side, and no matter the past, this new chapter with Aadish would be one of love, commitment, and shared strength.
Aadish gently held her other hand, pressing it softly as a reassurance, ensuring her that everything was okay.
"Sukriya Armaan bhai sa," (Thank you, Armaan brother) Avantika said, offering a smile, grateful for his support.
"Bhen hukkum krti h Avantika, sukriya nahi," (Sister, it's my duty, no need to thank me) Armaan replied, his tone warm and playful as he sat beside her for the ritual to begin.
The kanyadan (giving away of the bride) was now complete, and the priest, Pandit Ji, asked them to stand for the pheres (the seven sacred rounds).
Aadish stood in his place, moving towards Avantika as he extended his hands to her. The moment was profound, with each of them knowing this was not just a ritual, but the joining of their lives. Om, Rudra, and Armaan stepped forward to tie the knot of their bond, signifying the support of both families in this new chapter of their lives.
As the priest began the mantras for the pheras, (As the priest began chanting the sacred verses for the vows) the atmosphere became charged with an ancient, sacred energy. Each step, each word, each movement felt like it was weaving their destinies together, forever.
"I promise to be with you always," Aadish said, his voice filled with resolve as he gently lifted Avantika in his arms, continuing the pheres (the sacred rounds). As they walked around the sacred fire, he softly spoke the words that echoed through his heart:
"Ek pal ko bhi tujhe khudse dur na kru,
Tu chhahe hzaaar baar inkar kre,
Tu khushi ki vajh, tu aansuo ki saja,
Tu hi sab kuch mera, tujhse mera saara jaha,
Tujhe bhul ke bhi kabhi na bhulu mai,
Tujhe chhodke lakh dafa ye jag chhodu mai,
Tu meri vo khushi, jo har mushkil meh mujhe mukamal chahiye,
Tu meri vo dua, jo bas mere liye chahiye,
Tu bas meri, bas meri chahiye."
("I will never be away from you, not even for a moment,
Even if you refuse me a thousand times,
You are the reason for my happiness, you are the cause of my tears,
You are everything to me, my entire world,
Even if I try to forget you, I can never,
Even if I have to leave this world, I will never leave you,
You are my happiness, the one thing I need in every hardship,
You are my prayer, the one thing I desire for myself,
You are just mine, only mine.")
He said these words while gazing at her face, and she could see the truth in his eyes, a depth of emotion beyond mere words. She felt the possessiveness, the love, and the promise behind every word, words that might seem like ordinary vows to others, but to her, they were the deepest promise he could makeâa promise of forever.
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