Ishani's POV

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Finally the day has come when I'm going to be officially MR.S ISHANI REYANSH SHEKHAWAT. It's feels..... I don't know. I feel I'm not clear about my emotions. Of course I'm feeling very sad because I have to leave my ma & papa. Right now I'm sitting in a chair facing a big royal luxurious mirror. I wonder maybe this mirror is also made of gold. #bade logo ke bade chochle.

But anyway makeup artists are doing my makeup and hair. Readying for becoming a perfect wife for MR. Reyansh shekhawat. & I'm just looking at myself. This day came so fast.

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The wedding hall was nothing short of a royal dream. A sprawling space bathed in golden hues, its high, vaulted ceilings were draped in rich silk fabric-maroons, ivories, and golds flowing like waves above. Hundreds of shimmering chandeliers hung like crystal stars, casting a warm glow that kissed every corner of the venue.

At the entrance, an enormous floral arch made of fresh roses, marigolds, and jasmine greeted the guests with its intoxicating fragrance. Intricate rangoli designs adorned the marble floor, their vibrant colors adding to the festive energy.

The aisle was lined with tall brass lamps and scattered rose petals, leading up to a magnificently decorated mandap that stood like a jewel at the center. The mandap was supported by carved pillars wrapped in garlands, with a canopy of flowers cascading down like a waterfall of blossoms.

Each table was a picture of elegance-covered in brocade cloths, topped with ornate centerpieces of floating candles and lotus flowers. The air buzzed with soft romantic music and the subtle mingling of sandalwood and fresh roses & jasmines.

Fairy lights twinkled along every pillar and wall, while large, antique mirrors and golden drapes gave the illusion of a palace ballroom. The ambiance held the perfect balance between tradition and grandeur-an ode to centuries-old rituals dressed in modern

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Reyansh POV

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Today's feels unreal. Lots of emotions is going through me. & also irration. Because this bustards are readying me. Vijay, Anuj & Anurag. Also the stylish is also here. Suddenly Neil came through the door & said,"bhai kuch der baadh tera shaddi hain kesa feel ho raha hain."

But I was speechless. Because what I am feeling it's above the words. Maybe in their life they got slience from me.

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AFTER 2 HOURS

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Right now standing in the mandap. Finally the moment has came when we gonna be husband & wife. I was standing there but suddenly my eyes went towards the staircase from where she was coming. Behind her was many more people but the only person I can see is HER.

She stands like a dream woven in scarlet & gold.

I had seen her countless times - angry, annoyed, sarcastic, even silent - but nothing could've prepared me for this moment.

She stood there... my bride.

Draped in red and gold, she looked like a walking storm wrapped in starlight. Her lehenga shimmered with every step, but it was her eyes that stole the breath right out of my lungs - kohled, yet soft, like a secret only I was meant to know.

The mang tika rested gently on her forehead, as if even the jewelry knew it had found the perfect place. Her bangles chimed like whispers of fate, and something hit me harder than I ever expected.

Ishani wasn't just beautiful.

She was divine... distant... untouchable - like something too fragile to hold but too precious to let go.

And in that moment, I didn't see the stubborn girl I was forced to marry.

I saw the woman I couldn't look away from.

Then finally she came. I forwarded my hand to her to & surprisingly she took it without any drama & came beside me. Then the priest began the ritual.

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The wedding wasn't just grand - it was a collision of chaos, color, and fate.

The villa courtyard had transformed into a world dipped in roses & jasmines and fairy lights. The mandap stood at the center, glowing under a canopy of fresh flowers and stars, as if the universe itself had paused to watch them.

Romantic music echoed in the background, shehnais played softly, and the fire crackled between them - ancient, sacred, and oddly calming.

Ishani sat beside Reyansh, her red bridal lehenga pooling like liquid fire around her. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her dupatta, her eyes occasionally flickering up to his.

And Reyansh?

He couldn't stop staring.

Even when the priest chanted mantras.

Even when family circled them with flowers and tears.

Even when they stood for the phere - each vow heavier than the last.

He held her hand for the final round, their fingers locked not just in ritual but in something more... something unspoken.

The mangalsutra touched her neck. The sindoor brushed against her hairline. And just like that, she was his.

Not by choice.

Not by dream.

But by destiny.

And maybe... that was always the plan.

After that Ishani cried in her mother arms & said goodbye to her family.

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INT. CAR - NIGHT

Reyansh is driving. Ishani is in the passenger seat, arms crossed, annoyed for no reason (or maybe every reason). The silence is loud... until she starts.

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Ishani (mocking):

"You drive like you're auditioning for a car accident."

Reyansh (without looking):

"And you sit like you're auditioning for a queen's role. Want a crown with that attitude?"

Ishani:

"No, but I wouldn't mind a new driver. One who actually uses indicators."

Reyansh (smirking):

"Sorry, madam. This package comes with mood swings, sarcasm, and zero patience."

Ishani:

"Perfect. Just my type."

Reyansh (raising an eyebrow):

"Oh? So I am your type now?"

Ishani (rolling her eyes):

"Please. If I had a type, you wouldn't even be on the waiting list."

Reyansh:

"And yet, here we are. Married. Sitting side by side. In my car."

Ishani:

"In your dreams maybe."

Reyansh (teasing):

You are showing up there lately. Usually with a frying pan.

Ishani (smiling despite herself):

Good. I hope I hit hard.

Reyansh (quietly, watching her from the corner of his eye):

You do. More than you know.

Silence.

She turns to look at him, caught off guard by the softness in his tone.

Ishani (softly):

That wasn't funny.

Reyansh (smiling, but his voice deeper):

Didn't mean it to be.

She looks away, hiding her blush.

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Ishani (clearing her throat):

Eyes on the road, Romeo. One wrong turn and I'll haunt you for life.

Reyansh (grinning):

If haunting me means staying around forever, I'll take the wrong turn on purpose.

She gasps, throws a tissue box at him.

Ishani:

You're impossible!

Reyansh (laughing):

And yet, still your husband.

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Author note

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