MARRIAGE

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A huge mansion—calling it just a “house” wouldn’t be right—was decorated beautifully, just like a bride adorned for her wedding. In the center of this grand villa, a wedding mandap had been set up.

There, a young man of around 25 sat in the mandap, wearing a sehra (wedding veil), staring blankly into the sacred fire of the havan kund. His face showed no expression at all, as if he was completely detached from everything happening around him.

Meanwhile, in a room upstairs...

An 18-year-old girl was dressed in a deep red bridal outfit. The makeup artist had done an exceptional job, enhancing her natural beauty. Her small face looked even more radiant with the makeup, and her long lashes fluttered repeatedly. A bright smile rested on her lips—anyone could tell just by looking at her how happy she was about this wedding. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself.

Just then, a woman of about 45 entered the room. She smiled warmly at the girl and said,

“Are you ready, my child, Ayu?”

The girl—Ayu—turned around and saw her mother standing there, Mrs. Anita Rajesh Malhotra.

Smiling brightly, Ayu replied,

“Yes, Mom. Ayu is completely ready. Look!”

Hearing this, Anita smiled lovingly, walked up to her, and placed a small black dot behind Ayu’s ear to ward off evil.

“You look so beautiful, my child. May no evil eye fall upon you.”

As the mother and daughter were talking, Ayu’s father, Rajesh Malhotra, entered the room. The moment he saw his daughter dressed as a bride, his eyes filled with tears. Wiping them quickly, he walked up to her, hugged her tightly, and said,

“My little girl has grown up so much… today she is leaving me.”

Ayu hugged him back and softly said,

“No, Dad… don’t think like that. Just because I’m getting married doesn’t mean you’ll get rid of me. You live in the same city.”

Hearing this, Rajesh smiled through his emotions. Soon, both parents took their daughter downstairs.

As Ayu descended the stairs…

The groom sitting in the mandap—our story’s hero, Shivansh Singh Rajput—came into view. He was extremely handsome, the kind of man millions of girls would fall for. But ironically, he seemed to have an aversion to women and always kept his distance from them.

Even today, he didn’t want this marriage. He was only going through with it because of his grandfather’s insistence. He had no interest in the ceremony and sat there silently, staring at the fire.

Though he appeared calm on the outside, deep within he was cruel and dangerous. When Shivansh got angry, no one could calm him down.

Standing beside him, his friend Rudra teased,

“At least look up once and see your bride. She looks stunning.”

Hearing this, Shivansh turned his gaze toward him and said coldly,

“If you’re that interested in looking at her, then come sit here and marry her yourself.”

Rudra rolled his eyes and muttered,

“What a jerk… always threatening,”

before shifting his gaze toward Ayu again.

Mr. and Mrs. Malhotra brought Ayu and seated her beside Shivansh. The moment she sat next to him, her happiness grew even more. She glanced at him lovingly, but he remained focused only on the sacred fire.

The priest began chanting the wedding mantras.

In front of the mandap, two elderly men sat on a sofa—they were Shivansh and Ayu’s grandfathers.

Shivansh’s grandfather, Vishwambhar, said proudly,

“From today, your Ayu is ours. Our wish has been fulfilled—Ayu is now Shivansh’s.”

Hearing this, Ayu’s grandfather, Mahendra, replied firmly,

“That may be true… she will become your daughter-in-law after marriage. But first, she is our granddaughter—and she will always remain ours. We have equal rights over her.”

Vishwambhar looked at him, and soon both old friends started joking and lightly arguing.

The priest then asked the couple to stand for the wedding rounds (pheras).

Ayu struggled to manage her heavy lehenga and instinctively held Shivansh’s hand. The moment she touched him, his eyes sharpened, and he stared intensely at their joined hands.

His thoughts broke only when the priest instructed them to begin the pheras.

They took the sacred rounds—

In the first four, Shivansh led.

In the last three, Ayu walked ahead.

Meanwhile, Ayu’s parents watched with teary eyes.

Anita said softly,

“If only Artha were here today… he would have been the happiest seeing his sister’s wedding.”

Hearing this, Rajesh’s expression darkened.

“Don’t talk about him. He doesn’t even know his sister is getting married.”

Anita replied,

“You should have told him. You know his temper.”

Just then, a 21-year-old boy came from behind and said,

“Mom, don’t worry. Brother might get angry when he finds out, but he’ll eventually understand. For now, focus on the wedding.”

Anita smiled slightly.

The priest then instructed Shivansh to apply sindoor and tie the mangalsutra. With that, the final rituals were completed.

The priest announced,

“The marriage is now complete.”

These three words brought smiles to everyone’s faces. Tears welled up in Ayu’s eyes—but they were tears of happiness. She had married the man she had loved since childhood.

She looked at Shivansh…

But he stood there, expressionless, staring straight ahead—cold and distant.

Afterward, the couple took blessings from all the elders and greeted the guests. Soon, Ayu’s emotional farewell (vidaai) took place.

Within a short time, they arrived at the Rajput Villa.

At the entrance, Shivansh’s mother, Sumitra, performed their aarti to welcome them.

Ayu still had a soft smile on her face…

while Shivansh stood beside her, his face filled with anger.