SHANAYA'S POV

MARRIAGE.

Marriage must be two hearts choosing each other but in my life it became an arrangement.

Today I am here wearing a beautiful red lehanga,shining every inch, looking in the mirror with teary eyes.

Adhrik had been in my heart since I am 16.

But he never felt the same way like I did .

Marrying him is my dream yet I am unhappy cause it's always one sided.

"Is the bride ready?" One of my chachi (aunt) shouted from the door " It's already late" she said again.

I wiped my tears.

My mother looked at me lifted my chin up and said " Don't cry beta . It breaks our heart, you are literally going to the house that is 10 minutes away. We will be always there for you by your side".

( Beta means son / daughter in Hindi.Often used affectionately by parents to call their kids )

Does that really make any difference?

No.

Even if you are going to the house 10 minutes away but ' married' means you are going there forever.

Ofcourse I know them from my childhood it's like a second home but not the same house I grew up.

Although they supports and loves me still everything changes.

"Chalo , it's almost time" chachi gestured me .

Aarushi and Diya my bestfriends smiled at me with tears in their eyes.

Happy tears.

My heart raced as I walk through the aisle. Everything is shining, beautifully decorated. My brother is walking next to me looking everywhere but into my eyes .

Cause we both know the minute we look at eachother we will breakdown crying. My father suprisingly smiling widely. I thought he would be the first one who cries in my wedding.

My soon to be Mother and Father in law are looking happy. They have always treated me like their daughter. And I know they will do the same in future.

I reached the mandap a Man in white sharwani, well built body offered his hand. My eyes reached his face he got that grumpy look with no emotion to be seen.

ADHRIK.

The man I love and admire is now marrying me in a few minutes. But the excitement is nowhere to be seen in his face.

He is just fulfilling his mother's wish and the thought of him not loving me as the same I did is crushing me inside

I took his hand and we both walked to the mandap.

Both settled in our places, soon the mantras started, rituals performed and mangalsutra landed on my neck.

I didn't dare to look into his eyes but I can feel his gaze on me.

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