Chapter 42 – The Wedding Day
The morning sun shone brightly through the curtains, casting a warm golden light across the room. It was the day they had both been waiting for, the day their lives would change forever. Mehar lay in bed, her heart racing with excitement, nerves, and a sense of disbelief. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, but now that it was finally here, it felt almost surreal.
She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair, her mind racing with thoughts of the future. Today, she would marry Aarav. Today, they would begin the next chapter of their lives together.
In another room, Aarav was going through his own set of emotions. The last few days had been filled with wedding preparations, family gatherings, and countless details that needed attention. But now, as he stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his suit, a wave of calm washed over him. He couldn't explain it, but it felt right. All the chaos and uncertainty leading up to this day had disappeared. In this moment, all that mattered was Mehar.
"Are you ready?" Rohan, his best friend, called out from the doorway, interrupting his thoughts.
Aarav looked at him and nodded, adjusting the cufflinks on his sleeves. "I think so."
Rohan grinned, walking into the room. "You don't sound too sure about that. Come on, man, it's your wedding day! You should be excited."
Aarav smiled, but there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes. "I am excited. I think... I'm just trying to keep my emotions in check. This is a big step, you know?"
"I get it," Rohan said, patting him on the back. "But you've got this. Mehar's waiting for you. Today, you're going to start the rest of your life with the woman you love."
Aarav looked at his reflection one last time before heading out of the room. "Thanks, Rohan. I just want to make sure everything goes smoothly."
"You'll be fine," Rohan assured him. "Now, let's go get you married."
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Meanwhile, in the bridal suite, Mehar was surrounded by her closest friends and family. The air was filled with excitement, chatter, and laughter as everyone prepared for the ceremony. Mehar's mother, who had arrived the day before, stood by her side, adjusting the veil that would cover her face.
"You look beautiful, my dear," her mother said, her voice filled with emotion. "I can hardly believe my little girl is getting married."
Mehar smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I still feel like a little girl sometimes, Mom. But today, I'm starting a new chapter. I'm starting my life with Aarav."
Her mother cupped her face gently. "And I couldn't be happier for you. You've both been through so much, and today is the beginning of everything you've dreamed of. I know he's going to take care of you, just like you deserve."
Mehar nodded, grateful for her mother's support. "I know he will."
As the final touches were made, Mehar's heart fluttered in her chest. Today, she would marry the man who had been by her side through thick and thin. The man who had held her when she cried, who had supported her dreams, and who had never once given up on their love.
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The wedding ceremony was set to take place in a grand, open-air venue. The sky was clear, and the soft breeze carried the scent of fresh flowers that decorated the space. The guests were seated, and the sound of soft music filled the air as the procession began.
Aarav stood at the altar, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked down the aisle, his eyes searching for her. Then, there she was—Mehar, dressed in a stunning red bridal lehenga, her hair adorned with delicate flowers, and her face partially covered by a veil. She was the vision of grace and beauty, and in that moment, Aarav felt as though the world had stopped spinning. Everything else faded away. It was just him and her.
He could see the smile in her eyes even through the veil, and it made his heart swell with love.
As Mehar walked down the aisle, each step felt like a dream. The world around her seemed to blur, and all she could focus on was Aarav. His smile, his presence, his everything. She had imagined this moment so many times, and now that it was here, it felt like it was meant to be.
When she finally reached him, Aarav took her hand in his, his grip firm but tender. The warmth of his touch sent a surge of emotion through her. This was it. They were here.
The priest began the ceremony, his words a soft hum in the background as Mehar and Aarav exchanged glances, each one filled with love and promise. It was in these moments, with the world watching, that they both realized how deeply their love had grown—how much they had changed and yet stayed the same.
As they exchanged vows, their voices were steady but filled with emotion. "I, Aarav, take you, Mehar, to be my lawfully wedded wife. I promise to cherish you, to support you, and to love you with all my heart, through all the days of our lives."
"I, Mehar, take you, Aarav, to be my lawfully wedded husband. I promise to stand by you, to love you, and to face whatever comes our way, hand in hand, forever."
With those words spoken, the priest declared them husband and wife. A wave of applause filled the air as they turned to face their family and friends, their faces glowing with happiness.
Aarav gently lifted the veil from Mehar's face, revealing her radiant smile. He kissed her softly, their first kiss as husband and wife, and it felt like the world had fallen into place.
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Later that evening, at the reception, the newlyweds were surrounded by their loved ones, celebrating the union of their two families. Music played in the background, and the laughter and chatter of their friends and family filled the air.
Aarav and Mehar stood together, their hands intertwined. They had made it through so much to reach this point, and now, with their wedding complete, they were ready to begin the rest of their lives.
As the night wore on, the two of them shared quiet moments, stealing glances at each other when no one was watching, savoring the joy of the day. It was more than just a wedding—it was the start of their forever.
"I'm so glad you're mine," Aarav whispered as he pulled Mehar close for a dance.
Mehar smiled, resting her head on his chest. "And I'm so glad you're mine, too. This is just the beginning."
And in that moment, surrounded by love, laughter, and the people they cared about, they both knew—this was just the beginning of something beautiful.