
Hiiiiiiiii, Welcome to siya's wedding.
I apologize for the late update. I was trying my best to post it sooner, but this chapter turned out to be very long, and I couldn’t afford to miss even a single part. Thank you for your patience! 💖
This wedding is to different so please read till end either wise you will miss lot's of things.
Comment and tell me whether you guys are getting bored reading this story, so i will try to add more funny and dramatic moment.
I don’t just want you to read it, I want you to truly feel it.
Important: I know this chapter is quite long, but please don’t skip any part of it—especially Siya’s and Ekansh’s wedding. Every moment is important, and I hope you enjoy it fully! 💖
THANK YOU 😊
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Tere liye es dil ne kiya salo intijar, Tujhe kiya pata ye tha tere liye kitna bekarar.
Siya Rajput
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Did you like this invitation ?
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Ekansh pov
I have been sitting on the chair infront of mirror, completely dressed in a white sherwani. Around me, pita ji, chacha sa, prem and prisha busied themselves with the final touches, preparing me for the wedding. In just a little while, we would have to leave for Sitapur.
Ultimately, I could do nothing to stop this wedding. I am completely feeling hopeless, now.
Since morning, the entire palace has been filled with hustle and bustle. Everyone seemed overjoyed, their laughter echoing through the corridors, while inside me silence is growing heavier.
When I woke up in the morning, my mother was sleeping sitting there, my head was in her lap.
Last night, I had forgotten everything and drifted into sleep, as if it were the calm before the storm that awaited me today.
I have been feeling very strange ever since I woke up. It seems as if something strange is going to happen today.
Suddenly, I came out of my thoughts, when I heard prisha's voice, "Bhai sa ye wali mala kaisi hai," prisha asked prem while showing one of the pearl necklace.
(Bhai sa, how is this garland?)
"Ha, achha hai. Hamare sath rah ke tum thori si samajhdar ho gai ho," prem said while laughing.
("Yes, it's good. By staying with me, you have become a little wiser",)
"Kiya kaha," she snapped, scrunching her nose in mock anger.
(What you said)
"The Truth," prem replied dramatically.
"Bas, jab dekho tab dono bas larte hi rhte ho," pita ji scolded them.
((Enough! Whenever I see you two, you’re always fighting.)
"Ab hum Ekansh ko taiyar kare, nahi to nikalne me wilambh (late) ho jayega," Chacha sa said.
(Now let’s get him ready, otherwise we’ll be late.)
Yah, Everyone agreed at once.
I am just sitting here silently, listening to everything without a word. I don't ’t want to speak. My mind is only occupied with two things—this wedding and Siya. It feels as if something big is waiting for me.
Prisha carefully placed the pearl necklace around my neck, perfectly matching my sherwani. Prem pinned the brooch to my chest. Pita ji and Chacha sa worked together to tie the turban firmly in place.
When they were finally done, I let out a long, heavy breath.
“Ekansh, ab ek baar khud ko dekho, aaine mein kaise lag rahe ho,” Chacha sa said with a smile.
(Ekansh, now take a look at yourself in the mirror, see how you look.)
"I don't want to see, how i am looking," i said straightly because I am not interested in the marriage.
"Bhai sa, please just once," prisha said cutely, now, how could i deny my little princess. So l took a look at myself in the mirror.
A beige sherwani, fitted perfectly, embroidered with delicate golden work. Around my neck, the pearl necklace, the brooch pinned neatly, and the turban sat proudly on my head. Everything is in place.

Ekansh’s outfit

Turban and brooch


Ekansh’s complete look
"Bhai sa, today you are looking too handsome," Prisha suddenly said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Ha bhai sa, bhabhi sa ko aapse pehli nazar me hi pyar ho jayega," prem said in a teasing tone.
(Yes, bhai sa, bhabhi sa will fall in love with you at first sight,” Prem said in a tasing tone.)
I frowned. “You both have no work to do?” I asked, irritation clear in my voice.
"Ekansh o bilkul sahi keh rhe hai," Chacha sa joined in, and the entire room burst into laughter.
(Ekansh, he is absolutely right.")
At that very moment, Chachi Maa walked in with Maa sa, a gentle smile playing on her lips. “It seems you all have forgotten us,” she said warmly.
Phir, Maa sa aur chachi maa dono ne hamari nazar utari aur kala tika lagaya.
(Both of them came forward, performing nazar utarna and placing a small kala tika on me.)
"Aapko duniya ki sari khusiya mile kabhi kisi ki nazar na lage," Chachi Maa blessed me.
(“May you receive all the happiness in the world, and may no evil eye ever touch you,” Chachi Maa blessed me.)
"Bhagwan, aapke jivan ko khusiyo se bhar de aur siya aapke jivan me o rosni ban ke aaye jo aapko har andhere se nikale," Maa sa added softly.)
(“May God fill your life with endless joy, and may Siya become the light that leads you out of every darkness,” Maa sa added softly.)
But I remained silent, standing there blankly, without a flicker of expression.
Is vivah se sab khus ho sakte hai par hum khus nahi hai. Pehli bat ye ek jabardasti ka rishta aur rishte pyar ke liye dil se jore jate hai. Letter likhne ke badh bhi Hame kahi na kahi lag rha hai jaise hum siya ko dhokha de rhe hai.
Ye hamare liye vivah nahi bas ek majguri hai.
(This marriage may bring joy to everyone around me, but not to me. How could it? A bond of love cannot be forced—it must come from the heart. Even after writing that letter, a shadow lingers within me, whispering that I am deceiving Siya. For me, this is not a wedding… it is nothing but a compulsion.)
"Maharaj, maharani sa, Everyone is waiting for you all," Abhimanyu’s voice suddenly broke through my thoughts.
He entered with his usual cheerfulness. “Wow, Rana sa, you look like a perfect groom!” he exclaimed, making everyone laugh again. He was always too much.
"Abhimanyu, bhai sa dulhe hai to dulhe hi lagenge na," prem chuckled.
(“Abhimanyu, he is the groom, of course he will look like one,” Prem chuckled.)
"Oh, yes, i forget in my excitement," Abhimanyu replied sheepishly.
I sighed. “If you all are done, can we leave now?” My voice was flat; I didn’t want to hear another word. Every bit of this cheerfulness was grating against me.
I want to run from all these things, but i cannot do that.
“Bhai sa, you’re too eager to meet bhabhi sa,” Prem teased again.
I turned and left the room without sparing anyone even a glance.
Everyone was coming behind me.
As we entered the grand royal hall, we found that everyone was already waiting there. The moment we arrived, silence swept across the hall, as if the entire place had suddenly been wrapped in stillness. Then, all at once, they greeted us warmly, and we returned their greetings with equal respect.
After that, the remaining pre-wedding rituals were carried out.
Soon, the rituals began. Priests stepped forward, chanting sacred hymns that filled the chamber with their solemn melody. Holy threads were tied, offerings were placed before the deities, and each custom was performed with the same reverence our ancestors had carried through centuries.
Then maa sa and chachi maa came forward to perform my aarti. they applied a dot of vermilion on my forehead and sprinkled rice and flower petals over me.
I took blessings of all elders. Everyone blessed me for my bright and blooming future.
Author Por
In pratapgad, everyone was dressed in dark blue.
Ekansh performed all the rituals quietly, just as a formality. All the time, his expression was cold and emotionless.
"All the rituals are completed now, so let's leave for the sitapur," Ekansh's father said.
"Ha, bhai sa barat ke nikalne ka wakt ho gya hai. Hame rat hone ke pehle waha pahuchna bhi hai," Ekansh's uncle added.
(“Yes, bhai sa, it’s time for the baraat to leave. We must reach there before nightfall,” Ekansh’s uncle added.)
"Achhe se jau aur hmari pyari bahu ke sath jaldi aao," his mother said with a warm smile while placing her hand on his head.
(“Go safely, and come back soon with our beloved bahu,” his mother said with a warm smile, placing her hand on his head.)
Then Ekansh, his father, uncle, prem, prisha and all the other male members left for sitapur, with the full band and the entire wedding procession.
The sound of drums and trumpets echoed in the air as the baraatis moved forward in joy and celebration.
Ekansh’s mother and his aunt stood at the palace gates, watching him disappear with teary eyes, carrying many unspoken emotions.
"Ambika, aakhir kar aaj hamara Ekansh dulha ban gya aur aaj uska vivah hai. Hame to wiswas hi nahi ho rha hai ki hamara salo ka sapna aaj pura ho gya," Ekansh's mother said emotionally to his aunty.
(“Ambika, finally today our Ekansh has become a groom, and today is his wedding. I still cannot believe that the dream we held for so many years has come true,” Ekansh’s mother said emotionally to his aunt.)
"Ha bhabhi sa, ye sach hai. Par ab hame hamari bahu ki swagat ki taiyariya karni hai chaliye," his aunty said with smile.
(“Yes, bhabhi sa, it’s true. But now we must prepare to welcome our bahu. Let’s go,” his aunt replied with a smile.)
"Ha aap sahi keh rhi hai hame bat se kam karna hai chaliye," his mother replied, and both went inside the mahal.
(“Yes, you are right. We have so much work to do. Let’s go,” his mother agreed, and both went inside the mahal.)
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At Sitapur
The entire palace has decorated beautifully. Everyone is dressed in purple, adding a royal charm to the atmosphere. Laughter and celebration is echoing through every corner of the mahal, while the hustle and bustle is filled the palace with life and excitement.
In Daksh's room
Daksh is completely dressed in a purple outfit, sitting on the chair with his head resting against the headboard. One elbow is on the chair’s armrest, and his face is resting on his palm. He is shamelessly staring at Divya without blinking.
Divya is seated on the chair in front of the mirror, fully dressed in a purple embroidered lehenga. Her back is facing Daksh, and she is putting on her jewelry.
"Daksh, yaise besharmo ki tarah kiyo ghur rhe hai hame," Divya asked, her tone light yet teasing, as she adjusted her earrings without turning back.
(“Daksh, why are you staring at me like a shameless man?” Divya asked, her tone light yet teasing, as she adjusted her earrings without turning back.)
"Aap Patni hai hamari hamara hak hai aapke sath sare besharmo wale kam karne ka," he replied shamelessly while smirking.
(“You are my wife, and I have every right to do all the shameless things with you,” he replied with a smirk,”)
"Daksh thora saram kar lijiye aaj aapki behen ki saadi hai," she said while laughing softly.
(Divya let out a soft laugh. “At least have some shame today—it is your sister’s wedding.”)
"Kaho to aaj ek bar phir hum bhi phere le lete hai," he said, laughing mischievously.
(“If you say, we can take the wedding vows once again today," he said, laughing mischievously)
"Ek hi janam me kitni bar sadi karne ka irada hai rana sa," she asked playfully as she rose and moved toward him.
(“In one lifetime, how many times do you plan to marry me, Rana sa?” she asked playfully as she rose and moved toward him.)
"Aap ko pata hai, jab aap itni sundar lagti hai tab hamare dil ka kiya hall hota hai," he said, lost in her beauty.
(“You cannot imagine what happens to my heart when you look this beautiful,” he said, lost in her beauty. )
"Rana sa, aap ki dil ki khabar hame nahi hogi to kise hogi," she replied, meeting his gaze.
(“And who else would know the secrets of your heart, if not me?” she replied, meeting his gaze.)
Daksh extended his hand, caught hers, and with a swift tug pulled her into his lap. They were now facing each other. One of her palms rested on Daksh’s chest, and the other on his hand. Their lips were only two inches apart.
She was breathing heavily due to close proximity, feeling shy as Daksh kept staring at her, her eyes lowered. They could feel each other’s warm breath on their faces.
"Rana sa, hame jana hai siya ko taiyar bhi karna hai," she wishpered with differently, flustered by her shameless husband.
(“Rana sa, I have to go and get Siya ready,” she whispered with difficulty, flustered by her shameless husband.)
"Abhi nahi, abhi hum apni rani sa ko dher sara pyar karna chahte hai," he wishpered in her ear while tucking her hai behind it.
(“Not now. Right now, I just want to shower my Rani sa with lots of love,” he whispered in her ear while tucking her hair behind it.)
Her heart raced wildly, her chest rising and falling with every breath. She was completely flushed.
He began giving soft kisses all over her face—on her cheeks, forehead, nose, and chin—then stopped just an inch away from her lips. She raised her lashes slowly, meeting his eyes, lost in the depth of them.
("Divya, siya ke jane ke padh pura mahal ek dum suna ho jayega. Maa aur baba sa ko hum kaise sambhalenge," he said slowly with heavy hearted.)
“Divya,” he said quietly, his voice heavy with unspoken sorrow, “when Siya leaves, the whole palace will fall silent. How will we console Maa and Baba?”
Her expression softened. She cupped his cheek, and said, "Daksh hum hai, hum mil ke sab kar lenge. Hamare liye bhi to siya ke bina rah pana namumkin hoga."
(Her expression softened. She cupped his cheek, and said, "Daksh, I am with you. Together, we will handle everything. Even for us, it will be impossible to live without Siya.")
He hugged her tightly, hiding his face in her neck. She hugged him back.
They remained in the same position for a while, eyes closed, feeling each other’s warmth.
“Ose, Daksh… what gift will you give to Ekansh ji for the wedding?” she asked, breaking the hug to lighten his mood.
"Hamara bass chale to ek mukaa denge," he replied irritatingly.
(“If it is up to me, I will give him a punch,” he replied irritably.)
Daksh aap un se itna kiyo chidte hai, she asked while laughing.
(“Daksh, why do you get so annoyed with him?” she asked, laughing.)
"Kiyoki o hum se hamari behen ko dur karne wala hai, isiliye hum use pasand nahi karte hai," Daksh replied bluntly.
(“Because he’s the one taking my sister away from me. That’s why I don’t like him,” Daksh replied bluntly.)
“Ohh, so if I had a brother, he would dislike you too,” she teased.
"Karte to karte aap hamari hai," Daksh replied with a smirk, pulling her close by the waist.
(“Let him dislike me if he wants—you are mine,” Daksh said with a smirk, pulling her close by the waist.)
"Yaise hi ab hamari siya Ekansh ji ki hai, samjhe rana sa itna mat chidha kigiye," she said with smile by cupping his face.
(“Just like Siya is now Ekansh ji’s. So, Rana sa, don’t get so irritated,” she said with a smile, cupping his face.)
"Hum to us se chidhte rhenge," he said in a boyish, stubborn tone.
(“I’ll keep getting irritated with him,” he said in a boyish, stubborn tone.)
"Kuchh nahi ho sakta aap ka," she said while laughing.
(“There’s no hope for you,” she said while laughing.)
At siya's room
"Siya sat quietly on the bed, dressed in a red bridal lehenga. Her eyes lingered on the delicate patterns of her mehendi, and a tender smile touched her lips as she found Ekansh’s name hidden within its intricate design."
SIYA POV
The color of my mehendi had turned deep and dark. His name, hidden in the intricate patterns, glowing even more beautifully. Rana sa will have to work very hard to find his name.
I can't believe that today is my wedding. he must have already reached half way with the wedding procession.
I have waited for this moment for so long, and finally, today, I will meet my Rana sa. I will see him in reality.
It’s the biggest day of my life. The atmosphere is filled with happiness, but the thought of farewell keeps haunting me again and again.
I am feeling very nervous. The biggest day of life will come with so many strange feelings I never knew before.
I am experiencing so many emotions. I am nervous because today I am going to meet him for the first time.
I also feel sad because tomorrow morning I will have to leave my family and my house.
At the same time, I am very happy—everything feels like a dream.
Hamare man me bar bar ye khayal aa rha hai ki kiya hum unhe pasand aayenge ki nahi, o kaise honge, o kaise dikhte honge.
(Again and again, one thought keeps coming into my mind: will he like me? What will he be like? How will he look?)
Suddenly, I came out of my thoughts, after hearing bhabhi sa's voice. I didn't even realize when bhabhi sa entered the room.
"Lagta hai hamari Siya abhi se Ekansh ji ke khayalo me khoi hue hai," she said playfully, settling herself on the bed beside me.
(“Looks like our Siya is already lost in Ekansh ji’s thoughts,” she said playfully, settling herself on the bed beside me.)
"Bhabhi sa it's not like that," i said slowly, i don't know why The moment his name reached my ears, my heart began to beat wildly.
"Siya, "she teased with a mischievous smile, "aap to unke nam se hi itna sarma jati hai jab unhe dekhengi tab kiya hoga."
(“Siya,” she teased with a mischievous smile, “if you blush this much just at the mention of his name, what will happen when you actually see him?")
Her words only deepened the color on my cheeks. Before I could respond, she leaned closer, lowering her voice with mock seriousness. “And tell me one thing—you won’t faint on the wedding night, right? Do you even know what to do on the wedding night?”
"Bhabhi sa, don’t tease me," i said in childish tone, covering my face with my hands.
She laughed lightly. “All right, I was only speaking the truth. But if you wish, you can always ask me. I’ll tell you everything.”
“No, I don’t want to ask anything about this. leave it on my Rana sa,” I said in a teasing tone. Suddenly, I am not feeling shy anymore.
"Abhi se aapka boldness bahar aa rhi hai," she teased back.
(“Oh ho, your boldness is already showing,” she teased back. )
Then her tone softened as she held my hand firmly, "Siya naye jagah par naye pariwar me, suru me thori paresani hogi par aap ghabrana mat. Thora wakt lagega par phir sab apna sa ho jayega."
(Then her tone softened as she held my hand firmly, “Siya, in a new place, with a new family, the beginning may feel difficult. But don’t be afraid. With time, everything will become your own. You’ll find your place there.”)
“When you go there, you will see many new things. Everything will be new. It won’t be easy,” she added.
I nodded quietly, though my heart still trembled. “Yes, Bhabhi sa… that’s why I’m feeling so nervous.”
She stroked my hand gently. “Don’t worry. Every bride feels the same on her wedding day. It’s natural.”
I hesitated before voicing the strange heaviness in my chest. “Bhabhi sa, I don’t know why, but I keep feeling… as though something bad is about to happen.”
Her expression softened with concern. “Siya, you’re overthinking. Nothing bad will happen. Everything will be fine. We all are with you.”
"Aur gar koi bhi paresani hongi aap hame batayengi. Waha agar aapke sath kuchh bhi galat hoga to bas hame ek patra likhna aur hum sab aapke pass honge," bhabhi sa added.
(“And if you ever face any problem there, just write me a letter and we will all be with you,” she added. )
"Thank you, bhabhi sa, after talking to you. i am feeling good," i said while hugging her. Bhabhi sa hugged me back.
"Aap jada presan mat hoiye vivah ke din dar lagta hi hai," she said while placing her hand lovingly on my head.
(“Don’t be so worried. On the wedding day, it’s normal to feel afraid,” she said, placing her hand on my head.)
"Bhabhi sa, aapki bat alag thi aap ka to prem vivah tha. Aap bhai sa ko achhe se janti thi par hum to aaj unse pehli bar milne wale hai," i said while breaking the hug.
(“Bhabhi sa, your situation was different. Yours was a love marriage. You already knew Bhai sa well. But today, I am going to meet him for the first time,” I said while breaking the hug.)
"Phir bhi hame bahut dar lag rha tha, aap to rajkumari hai to aapke liye rani banna jada muskil nahi hoga, par hamare liye to sab naya tha," bhabhi sa replied with a smile.
(“Even then, I was very scared. You are a princess, so becoming a queen won’t be that hard for you. But for me, everything was new,” Bhabhi sa replied with a smile.)
"Bhabhi sa, phir bhi aapne sab achhe se sambhal liya par hame to lagta hai hum se kuchh nahi hoga," i said nervously.
(“Bhabhi sa, still you managed everything. But I feel like I won’t be able to handle it,” I said nervously.)
"Siya, bachha, now don't think about all this. Only think about your wedding and about Ekansh ok. Enjoy every moment of your wedding. this time will never come again, so don't spoil it," bhabhi sa said, and it's right. I am overthinking and spoiling my previous moment.
A sudden burst of excitement lit up my heart. I clasped her hands and pulled her up from the bed. “Bhabhi sa, today is my wedding! I am going to become the wife of my Rana sa!”
She laughed as I twirled her around, and together we began to dance, our laughter echoing through the chamber like music, chasing away all my fears.
"You both are enjoying without me," we heard bhai sa's voice from behind.
"No, bhai sa, we were just talking," I replied quickly, running to him and wrapping my arms around him.
"Siya are you happy with this marriage?" he asked in a serious tone, gently breaking the hug.
"Yes, bhai sa i am so happy. I was just a little nervous, but now i am fine," i replied with smile.
"Ok, Always remember one thing, no matter what the situation, your bhai sa is always with you," he said, placing his hand tenderly upon my head.
"I know bhai sa, you are always with me," i replied, Smilling softly.
"Aur agar Ekansh ne aapko thora bhi presan kiya ya aapko rulaya to yaha aa jana nahi to hame batana hum khud lene aa jayenge aur uska o hall karenge ki o jivan bhar nahi bhul payenge," Bhai sa said, his voice edged with anger.
("And if Ekansh dares to trouble you even a little, or ever makes you cry, come straight to me—or simply tell me. I will come myself and teach him such a lesson that he will never forget for the rest of his life," Bhai sa said, his voice edged with anger.)
"Khud to hame itna presan karte hai aur Ekansh ji ke pichhe pade hai," bhabhi sa wishpered to herself, but i heard.
("You trouble me so much yourself, and now you are after Ekansh ji," bhabhi sa wishpered to herself, but i heard. )
"Bhai sa, why are you always after him? He is my husband," I said, laughing dramatically.
"O hame pasand nahi hai bas," he replied childishly, sitting down on the bed. We burst into laughter at his reaction.
("I simply don’t like him, that’s all," he replied childishly, sitting down on the bed. We all burst into laughter at his reaction.)
"What is happening here?" Baba sa asked with a smile, entering the room along with Maa sa.
"Maa sa, baba sa aap log itne late kiyo aaye," i complained while hugging them.
("Maa sa, Baba sa, why did you come so late?" I complained, hugging them. )
"Beta, hum vivah ke kam me phase huye the. Hum hamari rajkumari ko apni hatho se taiyar karne aaye hai," maa sa said with warm smile.
("Beta, we were caught up in the wedding preparations. We came here to ready our princess with our own hands," Maa sa said warmly.)
"Come, sit here. Today, we will all get you ready," Maa sa said while making me sit on the chair.
"Siya, waha naye mahol me aapko thori presani hogi par aap ghabrana mat, beta hum sab aapke ke sath hai," maa sa said with heavy hearted.
("Siya, in the new environment you may face a few difficulties, but don’t be afraid, beta. We are all always with you.")
"Siya hamesa ek bat yad rakhna agar kuchh galat ho rha ho to kabhi bhi chup chap nahi sahna hai. Apne liye aur dusro ke liye hamesa awaj uthana hai," baba sa said, Baba sa’s voice carried both love and authority.
("Siya, always remember one thing," Baba sa’s voice carried both love and authority, "if ever something wrong happens, never bear it silently. Raise your voice—for yourself, and for others too.")
I lowered my gaze, hiding the rush of emotions in my eyes, and whispered with a smile, "Yes, Baba sa, I will always remember your words."
"You all must make me one promise—that you will take care of yourselves and never cry for me. You are only allowed to miss me, not to cry behind me. You must always stay happy," I said in a firm, commanding tone.
"Yes, yes, we promise. Don’t threaten us! You also have to make the same promise," everyone said together, laughing dramatically.
"Yes, I am also making the same promise," I replied.
"Siya, look, I’ve brought all these colourful flowers to adorn your hair," Devika said with a wide smile as she entered the room.
The sweet fragrance of jasmine and roses filled the air.
"They’re so beautiful, Devika. Just like your love for me," I said.
"No it's just like our Devika, so loving and beautiful," maa sa said with smile.
Devika came closer, gently placing the flowers beside me, and whispered playfully, "Today, no one should look more beautiful than my Siya."
And then, with tender hands, they began preparing me for the most important day of my life. I am already draped in my red bridal lehenga—so exquisitely beautiful, yet so heavy, as if it carried the weight of all the love and hopes my family had woven into it. After all, it was their choice, their dream for me.
Bhai sa knelt down before me, his hands steady yet filled with emotion. With great care, he dipped the cotton in aalta and began decorating my feet, drawing delicate, flowing designs that bloomed like flowers upon my skin.
I watched him in silence, my heart heavy with affection. To see my strong, dignified Bhai sa who had always been my shield now sitting at my feet, adorning me like a little doll, made my eyes glisten with unshed tears.
"Today, my Siya must look like the most beautiful bride in the world," he said softly, his voice firm but laced with love.
At that moment, more than the ornaments or the lehenga, it was his love and care that made me feel truly too lucky.


Baba sa gently held my hands, his fingers trembling ever so slightly as he slid the red bangles onto my wrists one by one. The soft clinking sound filled the room. With utmost care, he tied the kalire, making sure every thread was secure, as though he feared even the slightest tug might hurt me.
The way he touched my hands, so delicately, made me feel as if I were no longer his grown daughter, but a fragile little doll—something precious that needed to be protected from the world. His eyes, filled with love and unshed tears, lingered on me, silently telling me a thousand things his lips could not.
At that moment, I realized that every bangle he placed on me was not just an ornament, but a blessing. And every kalira that shimmered from my wrists carried the weight of his prayers—for my happiness, for my future, for the life I was about to step into.


Maa sa sat close to me. With tender care, she completed my bridal look. She placed a shining red bindi in the center of my forehead, as if sealing all her blessings into that one mark.
Then, with gentle strokes, she lined my eyes with kohl, making them deeper, more expressive.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she fixed the heavy nath on my nose, adjusting it carefully so it would sit perfectly. Finally, she picked up the bright red color and applied it softly on my lips, her gaze never leaving my face.
Each touch of hers wasn’t just makeup—it was love, it was prayer. In her silence, I could feel her heart speaking: May my daughter always shine, may her smile never fade, may her life be filled with happiness.
When she finished, she looked at me for a long moment, her eyes brimming with pride, and whispered so softly, "Today, my Siya is looking like a queen."

Bhabhi sa and Devika sat beside me, their faces glowing with excitement as they worked on my hair. they braided and twisted the strands, carefully shaping them into a graceful bridal hairstyle. Devika tucked in vibrant, fragrant flowers—roses, jasmine, and marigolds—that made my hair look like a blooming garden.
Then Bhabhi sa leaned forward, and placed the maang tikka on my forehead. It glittered with every flicker of light, resting like a crown at the parting of my hair.
After that, she brought forward the heavy necklace. With Devika’s help, she clasped it around my neck, adjusting it so that it sat perfectly over my bridal attire. Then they picked up the earrings, heavy yet dazzling, their intricate design shining with every glimmer of light. Bhabhi sa carefully lifted one earring and fixed it onto my ear. cold touch of the gold against my skin sent a shiver down my spine, reminding me once again that I am truly a bride today. Both of them looked at me with wide smiles.

Then Maa sa held my hand gently and made me stand up. With great care, she took the delicate kamarbandh its golden chains shimmering with tiny bells and fastened it around my waist.

After that, everyone gathered around me. Together, with trembling yet loving hands, they lifted the bridal red chunari. Slowly, they draped it over my head, letting it fall gracefully across my forehead and shoulders. The rich fabric shimmered like a veil of blessings.
In that single moment, laughter, joy, and sorrow all blended into one.

Maa sa applied kohl behind my ear, whispering, “Now my Siya is a complete bride.”
Phir sab ne sath me hamari nazar utari.
After a long time, with everyone’s loving efforts, they finally made me completely ready as a bride.


With a heavy heart, Maa sa whispered, “For years, I have dreamt of this moment to see my daughter as a bride.”
"Today our princess will become Ekansh's wife and the queen of Pratapgarh," baba sa added with smile.
"Our Siya looks the most beautiful bride in the world today," bhai sa said happily.
"Rana sa, hamari siya hai hi sab se sundar," bhabhi sa added.
"My most beautiful bride in this world," Devika said with big smile.
“Enough of all this praise now,” I said with a playful smile, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere, “otherwise I’ll start feeling shy. Come on, all of you hug me now.” then we all hugged together.
"Pranam maharani," we heard voice of one of the maid on the door, we broke the hug, and turn toward her.
“Maharani, the wedding procession is about to arrive,” she informed us respectfully, and then left.
The moment her words reached my ears, my heart began to pound wildly.
After hearing this, not only I, but everyone else too grew restless. Along with the joy and excitement, a quiet nervousness spread through the room.
“Devika, you stay here with Siya,” Maa sa said in a gentle and loving tone. “We are going to welcome the wedding procession.” With those words, Maa sa and everyone left my chamber.
Outside, the distant sounds of drums and conch shells is announcing the arrival of the baraat, while inside, I sit still, my heart pounding with every beat.
Suddenly, a commotion rises within the palace at the announcement of the wedding procession. Drums begin to beat, their thunderous sound echoing to the entire mahal. It seems as if there is some celebration today.
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The sound of nagadas and conch shells echoes across the palace walls, announcing the arrival of the royal baraat. The grand gates of the palace, adorned with marigold garlands and shimmering lamps, stand wide open. Golden torches light up the pathway, and the fragrance of rose petals fills the air.
The men of the palace, dressed in rich sherwanis, line up proudly, while the women stand on either side with glowing diyas in their hands. The air is alive with music—shehnais play in harmony, and the rhythmic beat of dhols matches the steps of the horsemen leading the procession.
Siya’s entire family is waiting at the palace gates with aarti thali, they are completely ready to welcome the royal baraat.
After some time, the baraat arrived at the palace gates. With the thunder of dhols and nagadas, the procession entered the palace. Ekansh and his family rode at the front on horseback, while the rest of the guests followed behind. Some members of the procession danced joyfully at the front, and soon Prem, Abhimanyu, and Prisha joined them.
(O pure dhol nagare ke sath mahal me enter karte hai, Ekansh aur uski puri family aage thi ghore par aur baki ke sabhi log uske pichhe. Kuchh log barat ke aage dance kar rhe the prem, Abhimanyu aur prisha bhi unke sath dance karne lagte hai. Barat ko samne dekh ke siya ki puri family bahut khus ho jate hai.)
Seeing the baraat approaching, Siya’s entire family was filled with happiness. They stop dancing, and the women of the palace began to sing traditional wedding songs. Siya’s family then moved forward to receive Ekansh.
Ekansh descended from his horse. Siya’s mother applied a vermilion mark on his forehead and sprinkled rice and flower petals over him, and then performed his aarti. After her, Siya’s bhabhi repeated the same rituals.
Siya’s father and brother then stepped forward to welcome Ekansh’s family, garlanding them with respect and warmth. Ekansh’s father and Siya’s father embraced one another with broad smiles, their joy reflecting the union of the two houses.
All the time, however, Ekansh’s expression remained cold and unreadable. He neither smiled nor reacted, carrying himself as though he were only fulfilling his duty to be present there.
Daksh hugged Ekansh, patted his back and said with a dramatic smile. "welcome dulhe raja."
Ekansh said nothing in response, only exchanged a glance.
"Chaliye hum aapko Siya ke kaksh me leke chalte hai," Siya's bhabhi said to prisha with a broad smile.
(“Come, let me take you to Siya’s chamber,” Siya’s bhabhi said to Prisha with a broad smile.)
"Ok bhabhi sa," prisha said excitedly.
"Bhabhi, please take me along too," prem said cutely.
"Ok, ok," siya's bhabhi said while laughing.
Then she turned to Ekansh and teased, “Ekansh ji, are you perhaps growing impatient to meet our Siya?”
Ekansh only gave a faint smile.
“Let’s go,” Siya’s bhabhi said, leading both of them toward Siya’s room.
Then, along with Ekansh, Siya’s family respectfully guided the entire baraat into the palace and led them to the grand royal hall. The guests were seated with honor, and soon plates were placed before them, filled with delicacies prepared for the occasion.
Ekansh, along with his father and uncle, was seated a little apart from the other guests, at the very center of the hall. That place had been specially decorated for them, adorned with silken cushions, golden carpets, and an aura of royal dignity.
"Bhabhi saaaa," prisha and prem both shouted joyfully as they entered Siya’s room.
The moment Siya saw them, an automatic smile spread across her face. She rose to embrace them, and they hugged each other tightly.
"Bhabhi sa, you are looking most beautiful bride in this world," prisha said in excitement while breaking hug.
"Bhabhi sa aap ek dun Ekansh ki dulhaniya lag rhi hai," prem teased, her. making Siya blush deeply
(“Bhabhi sa, you truly look like Ekansh’s dulhaniya,” Prem teased, making Siya blush deeply)
"Nahi nahi, siya diwani apne Ekansh ki lag rhi hai," Devika said quickly, her voice full of excitement.
(“No, no! Siya looks like a deewani of her Ekansh,” Devika said quickly, her voice full of excitement.)
"Ooh, you are also here," prem asked to Devika in demanding tone.
“How can he talk like this…” Devika whispered to herself, a hint of anger in her voice. Then, pressing each word, she said aloud, “If I am not here, then where else should I be?”
“How can she speak to me like that…” Prem muttered under his breath.
Their eyes met briefly, exchanging a glance more powerful than words.
Just then, a maid entered and bowed. “Rani sa, pranam,” she greeted Divya.
“Yes,” Divya replied softly.
“Maharani sa has sent this food for all of you,” the maid said as she and others entered with plates of delicacies.
“Place it on the table,” Divya ordered. After placing the food down, the maids left quietly.
"Chaliye ab aap log khana kha lijiye vivah suru hone me thora hi wakt baki hai phir vivah suru ho gya to khane ka moka nahi milega," divya remanded them.
(“Come now, eat something. Only a little time remains before the wedding begins, and once it starts, you won’t get the chance,” Divya reminded them.)
Then everybody started eating except Siya.
"Siya, what happened, why are you not eating?" Divya asked lovingly.
“Bhabhi sa, I don’t feel like eating,” Siya replied nervously.
Divya gently took a morsel in her hand and began feeding her. “I understand how you are feeling at this moment, but at least eat a little,” she said tenderly.
"Don't worry bhabhi sa we are always with you," prem said to lighten the moment.
"Yes i know you all will always be with me," siya said.
Her heart was beating faster, her cheeks glowing with blush. Gathering courage, she whispered shyly, “How is your Bhai sa looking today?”
At her words, everyone burst into laughter, watching Siya’s flushed face with delight.
"Aap thori der me khud hi dekh lena ki aapke rana sa kaise lag rha hai," siya's bhabhi said with a teasing smile.
(“A little later, you will see for yourself how your Rana sa looks,” Siya’s bhabhi said with a teasing smile.)
Time skipped
Ekansh is seated in the wedding pavilion in front of the fire pit, while the priest chants mantras. Guests and family members are seated around the pavilion, and the wedding rituals have begun.
“Put this incense into the fire pit,” the priest instructed Ekansh.
Ekansh is sitting quietly in the mandap, following every instructions. He doesn't have any other option.

Call the bride now, priest said, turning to siya's family.
"Maa sa, i am going to bring siya," divya wishpered. Siya’s mother only nodded in reply.
Everyone is in the mandap except siya ans devika.
“Siya,” Divya called softly as she stepped into the room.
“Yes, bhabhi sa,” Siya replied, her voice gentle.
"The Priest is calling you to the mandap," divya replied with a warm smile.
"Chaliye ab aap sach me apne rana sa ko dekh payengi," she teased, and both Divya and Devika burst into laughter. Siya’s cheeks turned crimson at their words.
(“Come now, you will finally get to see your Rana sa,” she teased, and both Divya and Devika burst into laughter. Siya’s cheeks turned crimson at their words.)
They carefully adjusted her chunari, making sure every fold fell perfectly. Then, holding her tenderly from both sides, Divya and Devika guided Siya out of the room toward the wedding pavilion, where her new life awaited.

As Siya walked through the corridor toward the mandap, her footsteps echoed softly against the marble floor. With every step, her heart beat faster, She was getting more nervous, tightening her grip on Divya’s hand.
"Siya, calm down," divya said softly.
When Siya reached near the mandap, her gaze remained lowered, shyness and nervousness written across her face. All eyes turned toward her at once, as if the entire world had paused just to witness her arrival.

Now, Siya and Ekansh were only ten steps apart. Yet between them stood a single barrier—a thick chunari, held firmly at both ends by two women. It was the only veil keeping them from seeing each other, heightening the anticipation of the moment when it would finally be lifted.
Both their hearts were beating wildly. On one side of the chunari stood Siya, and on the other, Ekansh.
For the first time, they were experiencing a new, unspoken emotion that neither had ever felt before. A hint of nervousness lingered within them. The moment had arrived when they would finally see each other.
"Siya, Ekansh ab ye phool lijiye aur chunari ke upar se ek dusre par fekiye," siya's mother instructed gently.
(“Siya, Ekansh—take these flowers and shower them over each other across the chunari,” Siya’s mother instructed gently.)
both of them took a fistful of fragrant petals in their hands. With shy smiles and racing hearts, they tossed the flowers across the partition, the petals falling like blessings between them.
When the petals brushed against them, both felt a strange, beautiful sensation—as if through those delicate flowers, they were touching each other for the very first time.
"Ab hum ye parda hata rhe hai, to aap log taiyar hai ek dusre ko dekhne ke liye," siya's mother said with a gentle smile.
(“Now, we are about to lift this curtain. Are you both ready to see each other?” Siya’s mother asked with a gentle smile.)
Then, the curtain was lifted.
The very instant Ekansh’s eyes fell on Siya, his breath caught in his chest—his senses overwhelmed. For a moment, the world around him seemed to blur.
When Siya finally lifted her eyes, her breath seemed to falter. A faint shiver ran through her as shock washed over her. His gaze remained fixed solely on her, as if nothing else in the world existed.
Siya and Ekansh were both too shocked, as if unable to believe their own eyes.
Devika and Abhimanyu were also too shocked.
"That murderer," siya murmured under her breath.
"Fighter girl," Ekansh wishpered to himself.
Their eyes locked, neither able to look away. It was as if nothing else in the world existed, as though the fire, the chants, and the crowd around them had all faded into silence. They had completely forgotten their surroundings.
"How can she be here? How is this possible?" Ekansh thought, disbelief tightening his chest.
"No no it's a very bad dream, it can't be real" siya wishpered to herself in panick.
“It’s reality, Siya,” Devika whispered softly, placing a trembling hand on Siya’s arm, her own eyes brimming with tears.
Siya lifted her gaze towards her, her eyes wet and filled with the same helplessness.
Then, almost at the same moment, Siya and Ekansh breathed out the same words under their breath, their voices heavy with shock, “What the hell is this?”
"No i cannot be the wife of this man," siya said to herself, with fire in her eyes.
"Abhi bhi na bol do hum sath denge," Ekansh thought in his mind
(If she still says no, I will stand by her, Ekansh thought in his mind.)
Both were not ready to except the truth.
Around them, everyone watched in awe, mistaking their silence and stares for the daze of love. But the reality was far from it—within their hearts, a storm raged, one only they could feel.They were facing a storm which only they can feel.
Now, Siya glared at Ekansh with the same anger and fire in her eyes as she had during their last two encounters.
For a moment, seeing Siya’s expression, a vivid image flashed in Ekansh’s mind.

Then Ekansh began blinking rapidly, questioning himself in silence, "What are you even thinking, Ekansh?"
Both of them were staring intensely into each other’s eyes, their emotions unreadable.
"I hate this man from the very core of my heart; I cannot marry him," Siya whispered to herself in silence.
“If you truly hate me, then show it—don’t take a step forward, just refuse this marriage," Ekansh thought.
“No matter who the girl is, I don’t want to marry at all," Ekansh said in his mind.
"Who could i spend my entire life with this heartless man," Siya’s thoughts trembled in pain.
“Once the marriage happens, how will I endure this relationship for a lifetime?” Ekansh questioned within himself.
Siya’s eyes shifted to the left of the pavilion. She saw Ekansh’s family—faces glowing, eyes sparkling with happiness, waiting eagerly for the sacred rituals to begin. Then, on the right side, she saw her own father, mother, and brother—smiles stretched wide, their hearts overflowing with joy.
“This marriage is my mother’s greatest dream. How can I be the one to shatter it? My one denial could break everyone’s heart and scatter everything into pieces,” Siya thought, her soul heavy with guilt.
“Everyone is so happy. I too was once happy for this wedding. I had waited so long for my Rana sa. But the moment we met, everything was shattered. Perhaps this is my destiny,” her heart cried silently.
Right now, she felt torn, helpless, and completely broken.
"Agar yahi hamari kismat hai, salo ka intijar hai, mahadev ka aasirwad hai, to sabki khusi ke liye hum apni jivan aur sare sapne parwad karne ko taiyar hai. Sadi ke mandap par aake na bolne ka wikalp( option) nahi hai hamare pass," Siya told herself, her pain burning into determination.
(“If this truly is my fate—if it is the result of years of waiting and Mahadev’s blessings—then for everyone’s happiness, I am ready to sacrifice my life and all my dreams. At the mandap, there is no option to say no,” Siya told herself, her pain burning into determination.)
Then she gathered herself, and with all her courage, looked straight into Ekansh’s eyes. Ekansh's gaze was already on siya.
Then she took one step towards Ekansh with heavy hearted.
"Please, don’t come change your decision, you are a strong woman. You can do it," Ekansh said in his mind.
But Siya continued. One step turned into another, her eyes never leaving his. Finally, she stopped in front of him.
Ekansh stood tall at the mandap, while Siya stood just below—only three steps away from him.
“So, you’ve already made your decision… to go through with this marriage?”Ekansh wishpered to himself.
Then Ekansh extended his hand toward siya, while saying in his mind, "To hum bhi aapko apni patni swikar karte hai. Hal pal aapko pachhtaba hoga es faisle par."
(Then Ekansh extended his hand toward Siya, while saying in his mind, “So be it… I too accept you as my wife. But every moment, you will regret this decision.")
Siya also reached forward and gently placed her hand in his, while whispering in her heart, "par hum aapko kabhi hmare pati swikar nahi karenge. If this is destiny, then I accept it—with all its pain and all its weight."
(“But I will never accept you as my husband")

It was looking like, as if they were talking from their eyes without any world. Which only they can Understand.
Only they knew—this was not the union of two hearts, but the binding of two wounded souls, stepping into a lifetime of torment disguised as marriage.
Then Siya too stepped onto the mandap. Now, both of them stood together in the center, side by side, while their families gathered on either side. Showers of flowers rained upon Siya and Ekansh, as everyone’s faces lit up with joy and blessings.
The flowers fell like blessings from heaven, yet to them, each petal felt like a weight of destiny pressing down.
“The time for the Jaimala has come,” the priest announced.
After hearing this, Ekansh and Siya had suddenly returned to this world. Until now, they had been lost in their own storm of thoughts, unaware of what was happening around them. But now, slowly, they began to sense the movements, the rituals, the celebrations unfolding around them.
Two garlands of fresh flowers were brought forward, glowing with divine fragrance, each strand symbolizing union, each petal carrying blessings.

The families leaned closer with expectant smiles. This was the first step into a sacred bond—the moment bride and groom would accept each other before the world.
Siya’s trembling hands reached out as the garland was placed in them. The weight felt heavier than flowers; it was the weight of destiny. Her eyes lifted to Ekansh his face calm, unreadable, yet his eyes carried a storm only she could sense.
Ekansh too was handed his garland. He looked at it for a brief moment, then at Siya, his mind whispering, “This is just a ritual, nothing more. Yet from this moment, the world will see you as mine.”
Siya’s heart screamed in silence, “How can I place this garland on the one I can never accept?.
The music grew louder, relatives clapped, flowers showered from above as Siya slowly lifted her garland toward Ekansh. The world saw a shy bride fulfilling a sacred custom. Only Ekansh saw the pain behind her trembling smile.
When Ekansh placed his garland over Siya in return, the crowd erupted with cheers. For the families, it was a moment of pure celebration. For the two souls at the center, it was the tightening of chains beautiful on the outside, suffocating on the inside.

At the priest’s command, both of them sat down before the sacred fire in the mandap. The flames flickered high, casting a golden glow on their faces. The priest’s voice rose in solemn chants, each mantra echoing through the pavilion like a divine decree.
“Siya and Ekansh sat on the mandap in front of the fire pit, without any emotion—lifeless, completing every ritual as if it were only a duty, their faces expressionless.”
One by one, the remaining rituals were performed—the offerings to the fire, the sacred vows, the blessings of the gods. Families watched with folded hands and smiles, their eyes glistening with tears of joy. To them, it was the holiest of moments, the fulfillment of years of prayers.

But for Siya and Ekansh, each chant, each offering, felt like another knot tying them to a fate they could neither embrace nor escape.
Then the priest said, “Maharaj, Maharani kanyadaan ke liye aage aaiye."
(Then the priest said, “Maharaj, maharani come forward for the kanyadaan.")
Hearing this, Siya’s parents felt their hearts race, and even Siya’s own heartbeat quickened. Tears welled up in their eyes, blurring the sacred moment with emotion.
Then Siya’s parents rose slowly, their eyes glistening with pride and tears. they walked toward their daughter, their hearts heavy yet full of joy. Placing their trembling hands upon Siya’s, they performed the sacred ritual of Kanyadaan—the moment every parent waits for, yet dreads.
Her mother’s eyes lingered on Siya, while her father’s hands shook slightly as he placed hers into Ekansh’s. Their voices were choked with emotion, but their blessings flowed freely.
When Siya’s parents placed her hand into Ekansh’s, tears slipped from their eyes, falling like silent blessings. Their hearts trembled as they let go of the hand they had held and protected all her life.

Siya, too, was overwhelmed with emotion. Her eyes grew moist.
Even Ekansh, who had stood so cold and distant until now, felt a flicker of emotion stir within him.
To the world, it was a holy act parents giving their beloved daughter into the care of her husband, entrusting her to a new life. The guests watched with moist eyes, whispering prayers of happiness for the couple.
Then her parents returned to their seats, and the priest continued with the rituals.
“Now, the groom’s sister come forward for the gathbandhan,” the priest instructed.
At his words, Prisha stepped ahead with a soft smile. Taking one end of Siya’s bridal dupatta and another piece of cloth draped over Ekansh’s shoulder, she tied them together firmly in a sacred knot.
"The knot symbolized the unbreakable bond of marriage, tying two lives together for eternity," priest said with smile.
“Now, both of you, please rise for the pheras,” the priest instructed to siya and Ekansh.
At his words, Siya and Ekansh slowly stood up, their. The families and guests also rose to their feet in reverence, their eyes glowing with devotion and joy.
The priest began chanting the mantras, his voice echoing across the mandap. Then the sacred pheras began—the seven rounds around the holy fire, each step meant to bind their souls for a lifetime.
As Siya and Ekansh walked around the flames, guests and families began to showered flowers petals upon them.
Round after round, Siya and Ekansh circled the sacred fire. With each step, the priest’s mantras grew louder, the flames flickered higher, and the shower of flowers never ceased. To the families, it was the most divine moment—the union of two souls, blessed by the gods themselves.
But inside, Siya’s heart trembled. “Every step is supposed to bind us in love, but for me, each one feels like a chain, tightening around my soul. How will I endure this bond for a lifetime?”
Ekansh’s eyes remained fixed on the fire ahead, his jaw clenched. “With every round, the world sees us as husband and wife. Yet in truth, we are only walking deeper into a prison neither of us chose.”
By the time they reached the seventh round, the atmosphere erupted with joy. Drums thundered, conch shells blew, voices rose in cheers, and petals fell like rain. Smiles of happiness glowed on every face.
“With these seven sacred steps, From this moment, you are bound together for seven lifetimes.” priest said.
“Seven lifetimes… and yet, I cannot even accept this one.” Siya said in her mind.
Then Ekansh glanced at her for the briefest moment, his eyes carrying a storm only she could understand.

Everyone then returned sat to their place.
“Now, fill the bride’s hairline with sindoor,” the priest instructed Ekansh, placing before him a silver plate on which the vermilion and mangalsutra rested, glowing in the firelight.

Divya slowly rose from her place and walked toward Siya. Bending gently, she lifted Siya’s maangtika from behind, holding it up carefully so her forehead was clear. Then, with a soft smile, she glanced at Ekansh and gave him a subtle signal with her eyes urging him to take the vermilion and fill Siya’s maang.
Siya lowered her eyes, her heart pounding violently inside her chest. “This one stroke of vermilion… it will chain me to him for life. Is this truly my destiny? Or my surrender?” she thought, her throat tightening with unspoken pain.
"Their expressions were completely unreadable, with no trace of emotion on their faces."
Then Ekansh took the vermilion not with just two fingers, but with his all fingers —deliberately, not by mistake. Out of anger, he picked up more vermilion than usual while saying to himself, "this vermilion will mark you as mine. You were so eager to become my wife, then be one properly."
Families watched with unblinking eyes, smiles stretched wide. To them, this was the holiest moment—the one that would complete the marriage.
Ekansh leaned forward and filled the Siya’s hair partition with vermilion.

The families became too happy, their eyes glistening with happiness.
From the moment Siya saw Ekansh, and throughout the entire ritual, she felt so many emotions—rage, fire, helplessness, sadness, brokenness, even betrayal by destiny—yet not a single tear left her eyes. But the moment Ekansh filled her hairline with vermilion, her tears flowed instantly, as if they had been waiting to fall all along.

It was not just a tear—it was the weight of her shattered dreams, the pain of her broken heart.
Seeing her tears, a sudden restlessness stirred in Ekansh’s heart. His anger faltered, replaced by a sharp ache he hadn’t expected. For the first time, he felt the depth of her pain, and it pierced him.
"What happen to me, suddenly why am i feeling too restlessness," Ekansh asked to himself.
Siya’s gaze remained lowered, her lips trembling slightly, but her soul was screaming. Ekansh’s eyes, dark and unreadable moments ago, softened imperceptibly as he saw her tears.
But the guests and family felt that at this moment, every bride becomes emotional, which is why a tear had escaped her eyes.
But Tears had welled up in the eyes of Siya’s entire family as well. Divya came from the side and hugged her gently. When Siya quieted down, she went to her seat and sat down.
The priest then handed Ekansh the mangalsutra, its black beads shimmering like fate itself, while saying, "Now, tie it around bride’s neck."
Ekansh took it in his hands, glancing once at Siya’s downcast face, and said to himself with heavy-hearted, “This is not love… this is only duty. And yet, the world will see it as a bond unbreakable.”
He slipped the chain around Siya’s neck.
When Siya lifted her eyes toward Ekansh, she found his gaze already on her. For a brief moment, they looked into each other’s eyes—unspoken emotions, fire, and anger passing between them.
The crowd once again erupted in joy, blessings, and applause. Parents folded their hands in prayer, whispering their gratitude to the gods.
From the outside, it was the perfect union.
From within, it was the final lock on a prison of destiny.
With the sindoor in her hairline and the mangalsutra resting against her chest, Siya sat frozen beside Ekansh.
The priest lifted his hands high, chanting the final verses, and then declared, “From this moment forward, you are husband and wife—bound together for seven lifetimes.”
The mandap erupted in thunderous joy. Drums rolled, conch shells blew, women ululated in celebration. Relatives clapped, showering handfuls of petals upon the couple. Their parents folded their hands in gratitude, eyes shimmering with tears of fulfillment. To everyone watching, it was a sight of divine union—two souls stepping into a new life, blessed by gods and ancestors alike.
But amidst the cheers and blessings, Siya and Ekansh sat silently, their hearts heavy. Their faces bore faint, polite smiles for the world, but their eyes betrayed nothing but emptiness.
It’s done,” Siya thought in her mind, her chest tightening, expression emotionless. “There is no turning back now. This sindoor, this mangalsutra… they are no longer ornaments, they are chains. From today, my life belongs not to me, but to a fate I never wished for. My heart will never accept you as my husband."
Ekansh glanced at her for the briefest moment, his jaw set, his eyes distant. “So this is what destiny had in store. From today, the world will call you my wife, but my heart can never accept you. This is not a bond—it is a sentence," Ekansh said in his mind.
Around them, joy rose like a storm, but within them, silence reigned. The world saw a sacred union. They felt only the weight of sacrifice.
"Now take the blessings of everybody," the priest’s voice echoed softly across the hall.
At his words, Ekansh and Siya slowly came out of their own thoughts. Ekansh and Siya blinked, as if waking from a distant dream, and slowly turned toward the waiting elders. The room seemed to shrink around them, every gaze feeling like a quiet reminder of the life that awaited them—a life tied together by duty, tradition, and expectation.
Hand in hand, they stepped forward. Each footfall felt heavier than the last.
First, they bowed and took the priest’s blessings.
“May you always be happy and a devoted wife,” the priest said softly.
Siya felt a warm flutter in her heart as his words sank in, and Ekansh stood quietly beside her, sharing the weight of the moment.
Then, they bend down to take the blessings of Ekansh’s father and uncle.
“Always stay happy and together,” Ekansh’s father blessed them gently while hugging Ekansh.
“May your life always be filled with joy,” Ekansh’s uncle added, smiling warmly, as he hugged Ekansh as well.
Next, they moved toward Siya’s parents.
They bend to take blessing of siya parents.
Her mother hugged her tightly, tears brimming in her eyes. After breaking the hug, she blessed them, "Bhagwan aap dono ko duniya ki sari khusiya de. Aapka jiwan hamesa khusiyo se bhara rhe."
(Her mother hugged her tightly, tears brimming in her eyes. After breaking the hug, she blessed them, “May God give you both all the happiness in the world. May your life always be filled with joy.”)
"Sada khus rhiye aur jivan ke har parastiti me ek dusre ke sath rhiye. Aap ka sath sadew bana rhe," siya's father blessed them, placing his hands over their heads before hugging both.
(“Always stay happy and remain together through every circumstance of life. May your bond remain unbroken,” Siya’s father blessed them, placing his hands over theirs before hugging both.)
Then they move to take the blessing of Daksh and Divya.
Ekansh and Siya were about to touch their feet by then they stopped them.
Daksh stretched out his arms to hug them, and after breaking the hug, said with a warm smile and teary eyes, "aap dono ke jivan me khusiya hamesa bana rhe aur jaldi hi aap ka jiwan pyar se bhar jaye. Meri pyari guriya ke hotho par hamesa hasi ka pehra ho jivan me pyar ka rang bahut gehra ho."
(Daksh stretched out his arms to hug them, and after breaking the hug, said with a warm smile and teary eyes, “May your lives always be filled with happiness, and may your hearts soon overflow with love. May my dear Guriya always have a smile on her lips, and may love color her life deeply.”)
“Aap dono ki jodi Shiv-Parvati jaisi bani rahe. Aapka prem Radha-Krishna jaisa gehra ho, aur aapka saath Ram-Sita jaisa pakka ho,” Divya said with teary eyes, then hugged Siya.
(“May the pair of you two become like Shiv-Parvati. May your love be as deep as Radha-Krishna, and may your companionship be as strong as Ram-Sita,” Divya said with teary eyes, then hugged Siya.)
Siya hugged both of them tightly, and began to cry silently. she got too emotional. overwhelmed by their loving words and prayers.
The blessings did not feel like a burden or obligation—they felt like a small light in the darkness, pure and full of devotion. Truly, they felt like real blessings. Siya and Ekansh both felt the same.
Her parents also joined the hug. "Princess calm down," her father said, placing his hand gently on her head.
"Beta hum sab hamesa aap ke sath hi hai," her mother said while wiping Siya’s tears.
(“Beta, we are always with you,” her mother said, wiping Siya’s tears.)
Ekansh was watching everything silently without any expression on his face, his face calm but his heart restless. Every tear of hers pierced him deeply.
Slowly, Siya calmed down and wiped her mother’s tears.
“I’m not crying, I just got a little emotional,” she said with a hiccup, trying to lighten the mood.
"Hum bhi yaha hai kab se hamari bari ka intijar kar rhe hai," Prisha said cutely, her eyes wet.
(We are also here and have been waiting for our turn for a long time."Prisha said cutely, her eyes wet.)
Then both prisha and prem ran toward siya and Ekansh and hugged them.
"Congratulations bhai sa, bhabhi sa," both said together joyfully.
"Thank you," siya replied with a warm smile.
After that, Devika hugged siya and asked in worriedly , "Siya are you fine?"
After breaking the hug, siya nodded her head in yes.
Then, they took the blessings of all the elders.
"Bacho aap log Ekansh aur siya ko andhar leke jaiye aur thora aaram kijiye," siya's mother said with smile.
(“Children, please take Ekansh and Siya inside so they can rest a little,” Siya’s mother said with a smile.)
Divya, Daksh, Devika, Prem, Prisha, and Abhimanyu then guided the newlyweds inside.
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