Last Part:
''Akkhiyaa kare ji huzoori,
Maange hai teri manzoori,
Kaajra siyahein,din rang jaaye,
Teri kasturi rain jagaye,
Mann mast magan,
Mann mast magan,
Bas tera naam dohraye,
Mann mast magan,
Mann mast magan,
Bas tera naam dhohraye...''
Aakash,who was sitting on the wedding dais,was watching as how the makeshift flower petals of the lotus flower lowere down and from the middle,Ananya came down,slowly taking baby steps and went towards the dais.. As their gaze met each other,Aakash smiled at his Ananya and showed a thumbs up to Ananya,who blushed at the sight of the most handsome groom,dressed in a pure Marwari attire.. Being a gentleman that he is,he got up and lent his hand forward and helped Ananya to get up.She sat down with ease and grace.She looked beside at Aakash,who complimented her through his eyes... Ananya blushed,as the wedding rituals.
''Jogiya jog lagake,
Makhra rog logakae,
Ishq ki dhuni,kaise jalaye,
Uthta dhua toh kaise chujhaye,
Mann mast magan,
Mann mast magan,
Bas tera naam dhohraye,
Chahe bhi toh bhul na paye,
Mann mast magan,
Mann mast magan,
Bas tera naam dhohraye..''
Other small rituals took place at this time.. All the while,Aakash spared a look at his bride,who looked the most beautiful bride,in this whole universe. The red lehenga perfectly fitted her petite frame,as if it was only made for her.The gold jewellery,specially selected by Aakash matched with the outfit and she looked not less than any Indian royal bride.Jaimala rasam took place... All the fun and frolic was there... Aakash tried to put the mala around her,but,Ananya's cousin brothers' raised her up.. Aakash's cousins' were not less than anyone. They also raised Aakash and finally,both Aakash and Ananya put the mala around each other... Everybody clapped.Gatbandhan was done by Mahima,Aakash's soul sister. Flowers rained on them... Then,came the most emotional part,Kanyadaan... Ananya had tears in her eyes,while Ananya's mom did the Kanyadaan along with her Nana.. Aakash wiped her tears and nodded in a No. She smiled from her heart.
''Orhke dhaani preet ki chaadar,
Aaye tere shehar mein,
Ranjha tera,
Duniya zamaan,jhuta fasana,
Jeene maarne ka vaada sacha mera,
Sheesh mehal na mujhko bhaaye,
Tujh sanng sukhi roti bhaaye,
Mann mast magan,
Mann mast magan,
Bas tera naam dhohraye,
Chahe bhi toh bhul na paye,
Mann mast magan,
Mann mast magan,
Bas tera naam dhohraye..''
Panditji asked Aakash to apply sindoor on her forehead to mark her as his.Aakash nodded with a smile and took a pinch of sindoor and applied it on Ananya's forehead parting. She closed her eyes to feel Aakash's touch. After he applied the sindoor,Aakash took the mangalsutra and tied it nicely around her neck... Everyone clapped loudly and flower petals rained on them.. It was a very beautiful sight to watch. Finally,they were one after passing lots of hurdles.
They got down and took the blessings of their elders,who blessed them with lots of happiness and love and long life.. Then,there was a long photography session of the newly married couple with their family,friends,relatives and some colleagues from the Delhi Police Department and Inde Air,as well.
Some couple photos were taken,as well... It felt like,as it was a fairy tale wedding... Ananya felt really very happy. She was on top of this world. Aakash sensed it and pulled Ananya for a tight hug,under the shiny moonlight,as if it felt,the stars and the moon were the sole witness to this wedding..
''I love you,Aakash..'' Ananya said,with a smile.
''I love you too,Ananya..'' Aakash replied with a smile.
Then,Aakash pulled Ananya for a soft yet full of love kiss. Ananya's lips curled into a pretty smile.As they broke the kiss,Ananya and Aakash came forward and kept their foreheads locked together,under the starry moonlit night...
And,they lived happily ever after..
*The End*
note: My very first OS turned SS on the magical couple, ''AkYa'' comes to an end.. It was really amazing to pen this story down... Will miss this story a lot... Until then,keep loving AkYa a lot..
Bye...
Thanks,
Anika.
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
