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11. Bound by Love (Bidai)

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I’ve tried my best to pour the deep love of the family for the bride and the real emotions of both the family and the bride during the bidai. I truly hope it reached your heart.

Although this is a fictional story, the emotions are real. Some of you may even find it a bit boring, but family love is always precious and timeless.

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Author Por

At Sitapur

Siya and Ekansh sit silently at the center of the dining room, draped in matching maroon attire, their maroon outfits glowing softly in the morning light.

The family gathers around them for breakfast, voices filled with love yet heavy with unspoken sorrow. Every smile trembles with the weight of departure, every glance holds the ache of knowing that after today, nothing will ever be quite the same.

Every corner of the house is filled with silence.

Ekansh and Siya are all set, every preparation for the farewell is complete—it will take place after breakfast. Her entire family, though trying to smile, carries a heavy heart, their forced smiles unable to hide the sorrow in their eyes.

"Aaj hum apne hatho se apni siya ko khana khilayenge jaise bachpan me khilate the," Siya’s mother said, her voice breaking, eyes glistening with tears.

(“Today, I will feed our Siya with my own hands… just like I used to when she was a little girl,” Siya’s mother said, her voice breaking, eyes glistening with tears.)

Hearing this, siya became even more emotional.

"Siya you can't be weak, you have to be strong for your family, till you are here: you have to pretend that you are very happy with this marriage," siya said in her mind.

"Maa sa aap hi kiyo hum chahte hai aap sab milke hame khilaye jaise bachpan me khilate the," siya said while pretending to be happy, forcing a smile to hide the storm within her.

(“Not just you, Maa… I want all of you to feed me together, just like in my childhood,” siya said while pretending to be happy, forcing a smile to hide the storm within her.)

"Yes, why not princess," Daksh said with smile.

Everyone gathered around Siya, sitting closer than ever before.

Her mother tore a small morsel of food with trembling fingers and held it to Siya’s lips. Siya accepted it, her eyes brimming, the taste carrying both the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her mother’s love.

One by one, each family member offered her a bite, their hands shaking, their hearts breaking. In that moment, Siya felt not just the food, but the weight of every memory, every ounce of love.

"Siya Apko pata hai, aap bachpan me kitni saitan thi, hame pure mahal me bhagati thi apne bichhe khana leke aur phir apne baba sa ke god me baith ke aram se kha leti thi," Siya’s mother said, smiling through her emotions.

(“Siya, do you know how mischievous you were as a child? You would run all around the palace with food in my hands, and in the end, you would sit comfortably in your Baba sa’s lap and eat,” Siya’s mother said, smiling through her emotions.)

"Maharani hami ne siya ko sikhaya tha ki o aapko yaise presan kare," siya's father replied with drammatic smile.

(“Maharani, it was I who taught Siya to trouble you like that,” Siya’s father replied with a dramatic smile.)

“What! And you never told me this?” her mother said, pretending to be angry.

“That was our secret, Maharani,” her father laughed, and soon the entire family joined in the laughter.

Her father’s eyes softened as he turned back to Siya. "Aap kitni bhi bari kiyo na ho jaye par aap hamare liye to hamesa hamari little princess hi rhengi jo apni nanhi hatho se hamari ungli tham ke chalti thi, pure mahal me ghumti thi," He lifted a small spoonful of kheer to her lips, and Siya accepted it with a gentle smile.

(Her father’s eyes softened as he turned back to Siya. “No matter how old you grow, you will always be my little princess—the one who held my fingers with her tiny hands and wandered through the palace.” He lifted a small spoonful of kheer to her lips, and Siya accepted it with a gentle smile.)

“You never missed eating from my plate, no matter how much you had already eaten,” Daksh teased, offering her a piece of puri-bhaji.

"Bhai sa, Siya said warmly, her smile carrying the weight of old memories, "hame yad hai pehle to aap mana karte the hame presan karne ke liye phir khud hi apne hatho se khilate the."

(“Bhai sa,” Siya said warmly, her smile carrying the weight of old memories, “I still remember… at first you would refuse, just to trouble me, and then you would end up feeding me with your own hands.”)

Daksh’s expression turned serious as he glanced at Ekansh. "Ekansh hamne apni behen ko bahut hi lar pyar se rakha hai, kabhi uski akho me aasu nahi aana chahiye," His voice carried both affection and warning.

(Daksh’s expression turned serious as he glanced at Ekansh. “we raised my sister with immense love and care. Not a single tear should ever fall from her eyes.” His voice carried both affection and warning.)

"Aap ke behen ne khud apne liye asu chuna hai," Ekansh said in his mind.

(Your sister has chosen her tears herself, Ekansh thought)

Sensing his son’s silence, Ekansh’s father reassured the family with a warm smile. “Don’t worry at all. We will keep Siya with the same love and affection as you have given her.”

Laughter soon returned to the room. "Hamara Ekansh bhi kam saitan nahi tha bachpan me," his father chuckled. "ye bhi apni maa ko pure mahal me bhagata tha khana ke liye, aur ise to hamne sikhaya bhi nahi tha," Ekansh's father said while laughing.

(Laughter soon returned to the room. “Our Ekansh was no less mischievous as a child,” his father chuckled. “He would make his mother run across the palace to feed him. And the funniest part is—I never even taught him that!”)

"Bhabhi sa ko pure mahal me bhagane ke badh aram se apni chachi maa ke hath se kha leta tha," Ekansh's uncle added while laughing.

(“After making Bhabhi sa run everywhere, he would comfortably eat from his Chachi Maa’s hands,” Ekansh’s uncle added, chuckling.)

“Ah, Bhabhi sa, Bhai sa—you two are exactly alike. Life will be so much fun for you together,” Prisha teased with a playful grin.

Ekansh and Siya exchanged a sharp, deadly glare from the corners of their eyes, as though they might devour each other alive.

“You two will make the perfect pair,” Prem added, his voice laced with mischief.

"Aap log abhi hamari siya ko jante nahi hai o abhi bhi bahut saitan hai aap ke bhai saa unke samne kuchh bhi nahi honge," Divya teased Prem with a laugh.

(“You all don’t know Siya yet—she is still very mischievous. Your Bhai sa is nothing in front of her,” Divya teased Prem with a laugh.)

“My sister should never bow down to anyone,” Daksh said proudly, throwing a piercing look at Ekansh.

("Hamari behen hai kisi ke samne jhukni nahi chahiye," )

"Ye dono bhai behen ka dimag kharab hai kiya hame yaise ghurte kiyo rhte hai," Ekansh muttered under his breath. But his words did not go unheard—Siya, seated right beside him, heard it.

(“These brother and sister must be out of their minds. Why are they glaring at me like this?” Ekansh muttered under his breath. But his words did not go unheard—Siya, seated right beside him, heard it.)

“How dare you say that?” Siya whispered slowly to Ekansh, grinding her teeth, each word burning in her eyes.

Ekansh only replied with the same piercing glare.

"Ye dono yaise dekh rhe hai jaiye akho se hi ek dusre ko jala denge. Dono sath me kaise rhenge," devika said to herself in disbelief.

(“They are looking at each other as if their eyes alone could set each other on fire. How will these two ever live together?” Devika thought in disbelief.)

And so, amidst laughter, playful teasing, and the warmth of old memories, the family continued their breakfast together.

Every bite carried the sweetness of childhood stories, every smile reflected the bonds they had built over the years.

As they fed Siya with love, they spoke of the mischief of the past, of the little girl who once ran across the palace, and of the brother who had spoiled her with endless affection. The hall echoed with memories, with emotions too deep to be hidden.

Even as Siya smiled, her heart grew heavier with every passing moment, for she knew this was not just breakfast—it was a farewell wrapped in laughter and tears.

Then they finished their breakfast together.

"If you don’t mind, please start the farewell a little earlier, otherwise it will be evening by the time we reach home." Ekansh father said politely.

"Yes, we understand," Siya father replied with heavy hearted.

Hearing this suddenly Siya’s heart began to pound wildly in her chest.

"Divya, get Siya ready properly. I’ll handle the rest of the arrangements," Siya’s mother instructed gently.

"Ok, maa sa," Divya replied.

"Devi, beta, you go to your room and get ready as well," Siya’s mother added softly, as though today she was sending off both her daughters.

"Ji Rani maa," Devika answered, her voice heavy with emotion.

With a tender smile at Devika, Siya’s mother left with her husband to check on the other preparations and guests. Ekansh’s father and uncle followed them out.

"So you are also coming with us?" Prem asked our of curiosity, drawing everyone’s attention.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Devika shot back irritably. But under everyone’s gaze, she quickly corrected herself, forcing a smile. "I mean, do you have any problem if I come along?" She asked politely like she is taking permission.

"No, not at all. I was just asking," Prem replied in the same polite tone, his own smile equally forced.

"Ekansh ji thori der ke liye aapki dulhan ko leke ja rhe hai tab tak aap Daksh ke sath rhiye," Divya said in a teasing tone with a mischievous grin.

("Ekansh ji, I am taking your bride for a little while. Till then, you stay with Daksh," Divya teased with a mischievous grin.)

"Bhabhi sa, aap bhai sa ko nam se bulati hai," prisha asked with innocent curiosity.

("Bhabhi sa, you actually call Bhai sa by his name?" Prisha asked with innocent curiosity.)

"Oh actually, I called by mistake, that was just a slip of the tongue," Divya said while laughing dramatically.

"Rani sa, why are you lying, you always call bhai sa by name only," immediately Devika chimed innocently.

"Hehe, Devi, what are you saying?" Divya muttered, blushing as everyone stared at her.

"Beta itna bhi sach nahi bolte ki Rani sa puri tarah sarma jaye," Daksh said to Devika while laughing.

("My dear, one shouldn’t reveal the whole truth either, otherwise Rani sa will be too embarrassed," Daksh said to devika, laughing)

"You’re making fun of me!" Divya protested, flustered. "Daksh—I mean, Rana sa…" her cheeks grew redder as she stumbled over his name.

"Siya, let’s go," Divya said nervously, taking Siya’s hand and leading her towards Siya’s room.

"Wait bhabhi sa, i am coming too," Prisha exclaimed, hurrying after them.

Devika also slipped away to her room.

"Saale sahab aap hamare sath chaliye," Daksh said to Ekansh, while pressing each word with deliberate weight.

("Brother-in-law, you come with me," Daksh said to Ekansh, drawing out each word with deliberate weight.)

"Really? Do you have a problem with me?" Ekansh asked sharply, his eyes fixed in a challenging glare.

"Sach kahu to ha," Daksh admitted .

("To tell the truth… yes," Daksh admitted quietly.)

"Both of you, stop talking like this. It sounds as if you’re standing on a battlefield," Prem interjected.

"Ese ek prakar ka yudh bhumi hi samajh lijiye jaha hum apni little princess ko har gye," Daksh said in a low, trembling voice, his eyes moist.

("Well, think of it as a battlefield," Daksh said in a low, trembling voice, his eyes moist. "A place where I have already lost My little princess.")

"O behen hai aapki koi chij nahi jise jita ya hara jaye un par hamesa pehla hak aap logo ka hi rhega," Ekansh said softly, a warm smile curving his lips.

“She is your sister, not something to be won or lost. on Her first right will always remain with you,” Ekansh said softly, a warm smile curving his lips.

After hearing this, Daksh’s throat tightened. He pulled Ekansh into a sudden embrace, holding him firmly as if words alone weren’t enough. His voice trembled when he whispered against his shoulder, “Please… take care of my little princess. She may look strong, but she is fragile too.”

Ekansh returned the hug, his voice calm yet steady. “I can understand your worry and situation. I have a sister too my little princess my Prisha.”

When they broke apart, Daksh studied him intently. “You are an expert at hiding emotions, but I saw them in your eyes. You can’t bear to see tears in my sister’s eyes, can you?” he asked with a faint smile.

"You are getting it wrong," Ekansh said firmly.

Daksh’s lips curved into a smirk. “I know you will protect Siya from the world. But to protect her from you—she won’t need me. My sister is fire herself, better be careful with her."

("Hame pata hai aap puri duniya se siya ki raksha karenge aur aap se raksha karne ke liye hamari behen khud hi kabhi hai. Aaag hai o to us se bach ke rhna," Daksh said with smirk.)

"I know your sister, no fighter girl," Ekansh thought in his mind.

“Did you say something?” Daksh asked, narrowing his eyes.

“No. Nothing,” Ekansh replied without a hint of expression.

"Par hame aap se paresani hai aur hamesa rhegi, kiyoki aap hamari sabse kimti hissa leke ja rhe hai," Daksh said straightly.

("But I will always have one problem with you," Daksh said seriously. "You’re taking away my most precious part.")

"Phir to ye ladai jivan bhar chalta rhega," Ekansh answered, the corner of his lips lifting in a smirk.

(“Then this fight will never end,” Ekansh answered, the corner of his lips lifting in a smirk.)

All this while, Prem stood silently, watching the exchange with hidden amusement. "Bhai sa’s heart is already captured by Bhabhi sa", he thought, and a smile escaped his lips.

("Bhai sa ke dil par bhabhi sa ka asar ho gya hai," prem thought, and a smile escaped his lips.)

“Why are you smiling?” Ekansh demanded, raising his brows.

"Nothing bhai sa," prem replied dramatically, as though caught red-handed.

Daksh shook his head with a faint smile and then guided them toward one of the guest rooms to prepare Ekansh for the bidai.

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Time passed, and at last, the moment of bidai arrived.

All the family members and guests were gathered in the courtyard of the mahal, waiting for Siya and Ekansh.

Daksh and Prem entered, bringing Ekansh with them. Instantly, every gaze turned in their direction. Ekansh dressed in a perfectly fitted maroon sherwani, Ekansh looked strikingly handsome—after all, he is the groom, the center of this day.

They walked forward and stood with the family, once again, every eye shifted to the other side of the courtyard, Divya, Prisha, and Devika were bringing Siya forward.

Siya was dressed in a maroon lehenga with matching jewelry. She looked so beautiful. She looked like a goddess, glowing with grace.

Her eyes were lowered, hiding the pain and storm in her heart. For the people around, she was only a shy bride, blushing quietly. But the truth was different. Inside, she carried the fear of leaving her loved ones behind, the sorrow of breaking her all dreams. Only Ekansh could understand what she was truly feeling.

As her family looked at Siya, their eyes filled with tears. They knew the moment of farewell had come.

Divya gently guided Siya to stand beside Ekansh, and together they looked like a divine pair.

Her mother then stepped forward, holding a small offering in her hand to ward off the evil eyes. With trembling fingers, she circled it around Siya and Ekansh five times, her lips moving in silent prayers. Placing the offering on a plate, she handed it to a maid.

Then, taking the pooja thali from a maid’s hand, Siya’s mother stepped forward with trembling fingers. She applied a small vermilion dot on both Siya and Ekansh’s foreheads. Then she sprinkled flower petals over them, each petal carrying silent blessings.

Holding the thali again, she circled it around Siya and Ekansh, performing the aarti with teary eyes and a heart weighed down by love and sorrow. Every circle was not just a ritual—it was her way of pouring out blessings, prayers, and the hope that her daughter would be happy in the new world she was stepping into.

The entire family stood watching in silence, their hearts heavy, their eyes moist. Siya, unable to hide her emotions any longer, stood with tears brimming in her eyes, while Ekansh remained firm and steady beside her, as though silently promising to be her strength in the storm ahead.

"I may hurt her with my words at times, but i can never let her go. No matter what happens, i will always stand by her side. And if anyone else ever tries to hurt her, i will protect her with all my strength," Ekansh thought in his mind.

"No matter how much I hates her, i cannot bear to see a single tear in her eyes.The reason behind all this, even i don't know. I myself cannot understand why i feels this way for her," Ekansh thought.

Some bonds are not made in this life only; they are connected from before birth and are meant to find us wherever we go.

Siya and Ekansh moved slowly through the hall, taking blessings from everyone one by one. Hands trembled as they touched her forehead; eyes shone with unshed tears. Smiles were forced, but every blessing carried love, pain, and silent prayers.

Finally, they reached her parents. In that very moment, her mother and father pulled Siya into their arms, holding her as if letting go would shatter their world. Tears streamed down her mother’s face, pressing her face into her daughter’s shoulder, she was crying hard, her sobs breaking the silence of the hall.

Her father, the strong king who has faced countless storms and battles without fear, could not hold back his emotions. All his life he has carried every burden without shedding a tear, but today—when he has to send his little princess away—he broke down.

He held Siya even tighter, and for the first time, he cried openly, unable to stop the flow of love and pain in his heart. His strong hands shook, his heart ached, and the little princess he had raised, his pride and joy, was leaving him.

Siya froze in her father’s embrace, her own tears flowing faster. Never in her life had she seen him cry before—not when the kingdom was in trouble, not when enemies stood against him, not even when life tested him the hardest. To her, he had always been unshakable, her shield, her strength.

And now, seeing him break down because of her departure, her heart ached in a way words could never describe. She wanted to wipe away his tears, to tell him “I will always be your little girl," But her lips refused to move; only her soul whispered silently to him.

“Baba-sa, please don’t cry. if you become weak, how will I find the courage to go?” she thought silently.

Her mother held them both, crying loudly, her pain filling the hall. In that moment, Siya felt torn in two—between the world she was leaving behind, and the new one that awaited her.

Seeing this, Ekansh’s eyes welled up. He had always been composed, yet now he felt powerless, overwhelmed by the love and pain surrounding them.

Daksh and Divya, unable to watch silently any longer, ran forward and joined the hug, their tears falling onto Siya’s lehenga.

Siya’s parents, her brother, her sister-in-law—everyone held her tightly, as if letting go could tear their hearts apart. The place was filled with quiet sobs, broken whispers, and the scent of flowers that could not mask the heaviness of the moment. Every heartbeat seemed louder than the last.

And through it all, Siya felt the impossible weight of leaving behind the world she knew, the family she loved, and stepping into the unknown.

Time seemed to pause. No one wanted the moment to end.

Finally, they broke the hug. Her parents gently wiped Siya’s tears, and their own as well. Everyone tried to lighten the mood; no one wanted their little princess to leave with tears in her eyes or heaviness in her heart.

Siya’s whole family wiped their tears and forced gentle smiles, wanting to send her off with as much happiness as they could give. Every glance, every touch, carried love and blessings, a silent promise that no matter where she went, a part of home would always stay with her.

"Beta ab bass aur mat roiye aaj tak aap ka sirf ek hi ghar tha par ab aap ka do ghar hai aap apne dusre ghar ja rhi hai. jabhi aapko apne pehle ghar ki yad aaye bina soche yaha aa jana hum sab hamesa aapke aane ka intijar karenge," Siya’s mother said with a soft smile and teary eyes, caressing her daughter’s cheek tenderly.

(“Beta, enough now, don’t cry anymore. Until today you had only one home, but now you have two. You are simply going to your second home. Whenever you miss your first home, come back without hesitation—we will always be waiting for you,” Siya’s mother said with a soft smile and teary eyes, caressing her daughter’s cheek tenderly. )

"Ye ghar aur hum sab aapke the aur hamesa aapke rhenge. Es ghar ke har kone ko apne aane ka intijar rhega," Siya’s father added softly, placing his hand lovingly on her head.

(“This house, and all of us, were always yours, and will always remain yours. Every corner of this home will wait for your return,” Siya’s father added softly, placing his hand lovingly on her head.)

"Apne naye pariwar me hum sab ko bhuliyega mat thore thore din par aate rhna nahi to hum khud lene aa jayenge aur jaldi wapas jane bhi nahi denge," Daksh said with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

(“Don’t forget us in your new family. Keep visiting us, or else I'll come myself to take you back—and then I won’t let you return so soon,” Daksh said with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.)

"Hame hamari ghar ki laxmi, hamare ghar ki khusiya, hamare ghar ki raiwnak. Hamari chooti su guriya ka intijar rhega jada itnijar mat karaiyega," Divya said with a smile while gently pulling Siya’s nose.

(“Our house’s Laxmi, our happiness, our brightness—our little doll—we will keep waiting for you. Don’t make us wait too long,” Divya said with a smile, gently pulling Siya’s nose.)

Siya wasn’t just listening—she was feeling the love hidden in every word. Her lips carried a faint smile, but her eyes betrayed her heart; tears continued to flow uncontrollably. Hearing all this, she no longer felt like she was going far away. Instead, she felt she was carrying her home with her. No matter where life took her, this would always remain her first home.

She felt truly blessed to have such a loving, caring, and supportive family.

Everyone around listened to these words with bittersweet smiles.

Even Ekansh’s lips curved into a smile as he listened.

Wida to sab karte hai par es yehsas ke sath koi koi apni beti ko bida karta hai ki o apne ek ghar se dusre ghar apne dusre pariwar ke pass ja rhi hai aur ye ghar aur pariwar hamesa tumhara hi rhega.

(Farewell rituals were performed in every household, but only a few daughters were sent away with this reassuring belief—that though she was going to another home, another family, this one would remain hers forever.)

"Aap sab log apna dhayan rkhenge aur hamare jane ke badh royenge nahi. Wada kiya hai aap logo ne toriyega mat," Siya said in a trembling voice, hiccupping between her words, her tone soft and childlike.

(“You all must promise me—you will take care of yourselves and not cry after I leave. Promise me you won’t break it,” Siya said in a trembling voice, hiccupping between her words, her tone soft and childlike.)

"Aap bhi apna dhayan rakhna aur rona band kijiye," her mother said, wiping Siya’s tears with the edge of her pallu.

(“You too must take care of yourself—and stop crying,” her mother said, wiping Siya’s tears with the edge of her pallu.)

"Aap log bilkul fikar mat kijiye hum log siya ka bahut achhe se dhyan rkhenge," Ekansh's father assured them.

(“Don’t worry. We’ll take great care of Siya,” Ekansh’s father assured them.)

"Aur hum dono hai na bhabhi sa ko kabhi rone nahi denge aur akele bhi rhne nahi denge," prem added warmly.

(“And we are here too. We won’t ever let Bhabhi-sa cry or feel lonely,” Prem added warmly.)

“Yes, we trust you completely. We know you’ll keep our Siya safe and happy,” Siya’s father replied with a heavy heart.

"Ekansh beta hamari princess ka achhe se dhyan rkhna uske akho me kabhi aasu mat aane dena," her mother pleaded in a breaking voice.

(“Ekansh beta, please take care of our princess. Never let tears come into her eyes,” her mother pleaded in a breaking voice.)

"Ji aap log fikar mat kijiye puri duniya se sambhal ke rkhenge hum," Ekansh said with a reassuring smile, glancing at Siya’s mother. "Apni patni ko," then he added, He pressed each word deliberately, his eyes lingering on Siya.

(“Don’t worry,” Ekansh said with a reassuring smile, glancing at Siya’s mother. “I’ll protect her from the whole world… my wife.” He pressed each word deliberately, his eyes lingering on Siya.)

After hearing "my wife" word from Ekansh, His family froze in shock at his declaration. Siya’s eyes immediately shot up at him, blazing with anger.

"Aap ki princess ko koi jadu aata hai kiya ye rana sa kaisi behki behki bare karne lage hai," Abhimanyu whispered slowly to devika.

(“Does your princess know some kind of magic? Why has Rana-sa started speaking such strange things?” Abhimanyu whispered to Devika.)

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Devika murmured back.

Only the two of them knew the truth—that Siya and Ekansh had known each other before… and hate each other from the very core of their hearts.

"Hamari behen ko agar aapne kabhi presan kiya to hum se bura koi nahi hoga," Daksh warned fiercely, glaring at him.

(“If you ever trouble my sister, there will be no one worse than me for you,” Daksh warned fiercely, glaring at him.)

"Bat bat par iski behen khud talwar nikal leti hai aur le mujhe bol rhe hai," Ekansh thought in his mind while starring siya.

(“She herself pulls out a sword at the smallest matter, yet he is warning me,”)

"Aap ki harkate hi yaisi h ki hame talwar nikalna parta hai," Siya whispered sharply, just loud enough for him to hear.

(“Your actions force me to draw my sword,” Siya whispered sharply, just loud enough for him to hear.)

“How did you know what I was thinking?” Ekansh whispered back in shock.

“Your expressions said everything,” Siya replied without hesitation.

“Nobody has ever been able to read my expressions… How could she?” Ekansh said to himself.

“Don’t worry, I’ll never trouble my wife,” Ekansh said aloud, once again stressing "my wife" just to irritate Siya and Daksh.

("Ji aap fikar mat kijiye hum apni patni ko kabhi presan nahi karenge,")

"O pehle hamari behen hai to use meri behen ke nam se bulao apni patni bulane ki jarurat nahi hai," Daksh snapped angrily, his tone hard with stubbornness.

(“She’s my sister first, so call her my sister. There’s no need to call her your wife,” Daksh snapped angrily, his tone hard with stubbornness.)

At his statement, everybody burst into laughter at his childish stubbornness.

“Ekansh enjoyed watching both brother and sister get angry.

everyone’s attention shifted toward a woman. In a gentle, solemn voice, she announced, “Let us begin the farewell rituals now.”

Siya’s mother nodded in agreement, her heart weighed down with sorrow.

As the time for departure drew near, the atmosphere grew heavier. Siya’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears while her family tried to hold themselves strong.

A large brass plate filled with rice was placed in Divya's hands.

“Beta, now throw this rice behind you. It is a ritual,” Siya’s mothe said, her mother’s voice broke as she guided her daughter gently.

Siya’s lips shook as she took a fistful of rice. Ekansh stood beside her, Divya and Daksh were on one side, and her mother, father, and Devika were just behind her while everyone else followed closely.

As Siya raised her hand and the grains slipped through her fingers, it felt as though she was leaving behind a piece of herself with every throw. Her mother followed silently behind, gathering the rice in the folds of her pallu. The grains scattered across the courtyard like pearls of memory, each one carrying laughter, love, and every blessing she had ever received in this home.

Siya’s eyes blurred with tears, but she did not stop. Again she took rice and threw it back, symbolizing that she was giving back everything—every happiness, every prosperity—so her parents’ home would never be empty. Each throw felt heavier than the last, until the final fistful slipped away, leaving her palms bare… just as her parents’ hearts now felt empty.

Siya couldn’t control herself anymore. She turned and ran into her mother’s arms, crying like a little girl. “Ma…” was all she said before her voice broke into muffled cries against her mother’s chest. Her mother hugged her tightly, trying not to let go, while her father placed his trembling hand on them, tears in his eyes.

Then Divya and Daksh also joined the embrace.

Ekansh’s eyes grew moist as well—he too was restless watching the pain around him.

After a long moment, they broke the hug. Siya’s entire family began wiping her tears, trying to console her, though their own eyes were red and swollen. They hugged Devika as well, holding her close.

Her mother told Ekansh with a breaking voice. “Please take good care of her and yourself.”

"Aaj apni dono bachiya aapko de rhe hai inka achhe se dhayan rakhiyega," Siya’s father said, folding his hands before Ekansh’s father, his eyes brimming.

“Today we are giving you both our daughters,” Siya’s father said, folding his hands before Ekansh’s father, his eyes brimming. “Please look after them well.”

“What are you doing?” Ekansh’s father replied, hugging Siya’s father tightly. “From today, they are my daughters as well.”

Both family embraced one another, whispering their final goodbyes.

Siya’s father hugged Ekansh and, with a heavy heart, said, “Please take care of my daughter.”

Ekansh nodded softly. “Maa sa, Baba sa… please calm down,” he said politely.

Then Daksh hugged Ekansh and said firmly, “My sister’s tears are very precious. They should never fall again.”

“Don’t worry,” Ekansh replied, his voice steady, “no one has the right to bring tears to my wife’s eyes.”

Then Siya’s parents gave her a final hug, but Siya was not ready to let go.

"Siya sant ho jaiye hum aap se milne aate rhenge aur kuchh din badh hum aap ko lene aayenge," Daksh said in a shaky voice, placing his hand on Siya’s head. He was trying to comfort her, though he himself was breaking inside.

(“Bachha, calm down… I will keep coming to meet you, and in a few days, I will also come to bring you home,” Daksh said in a shaky voice, placing his hand on Siya’s head. He was trying to comfort her, though he himself was breaking inside.)

After that hug, Siya turned to Daksh and embraced him tightly. “Bhai sa, please take good care of the family,” she whispered.

“Yes, my princess. You just take care of yourself, and also of Devika,” Daksh replied softly, breaking the hug and wiping the tears from her cheeks.

Then Divya stepped forward, and the two of them held each other in a long, tight embrace. “Whenever you face any difficulty, remember—we are always here for you,” Divya said tenderly, placing her hand on Siya’s cheek with love.

“I know what you want to say,” Divya added, trying to stay strong. “Don’t worry about anything here. I will take care of everyone well.”

Siya’s lips curved into a trembling smile. “You are the best bhabhi in this world. Without saying anything, you always understand every single thing I feel.”

Divya hugged siya with smile.

Then One by one, they hugged Devika as well.

“Stay happy, and keep Siya happy too,” Siya’s mother said lovingly to devika.

“Take care of yourself,” Siya’s father added in a breaking voice.

“We will miss you both so much,” Daksh said, gently placing his hand on Devika’s head.

Divya hugged Devika tightly, her eyes brimming with tears. “Take care of yourself,” she whispered.

“I will miss you all too,” Devika replied, unable to hold back her sobs.

“Don’t cry, beta… calm down,” Siya’s mother consoled, pulling Devika into her arms.

Then, from one side, Siya’s parents held siya shoulders, and from the other, Daksh and Divya supported her, guiding siya slowly towards the palki adorned with fresh, fragrant flowers. With trembling steps, Siya sat inside, her heart heavy with countless emotions, while her parents tried their best to stay strong.

Soon after, Devika and Prisha also settled into another palki.

Ekansh greeted everyone respectfully before climbing onto his horse. The other men mounted theirs as well.

When the procession began to move towards the mahal’s grand main door, Siya’s mother, unable to control herself, ran behind the palki, followed by the entire family until they reached the gates.

Tears kept rolling down Siya’s cheeks as she sat inside the palki, her heart heavy with pain, while the palki slowly carried her away.

At the doorway, Siya’s mother and her whole family stood crying, watching helplessly as her palki slowly disappeared from their sight.

At the front, a group of soldiers rode on horseback, followed by Ekansh. Behind him was Siya’s palki, then the others, and after that Ekansh’s entire family. At the end, many soldiers followed, guarding the grand procession.

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