AbhiGya OS ~ My Beautiful Bride

Pragya stood in front of the full sized mirror in a White wedding dress playing with her fingers. Bulbul came from behind her and held her hands, "Why are you so nervous di? Its not like you are getting married for the first time, it's the second time around with the same man." and she went into a laughing fit. "Shut up Bulbul! I can't believe I actually agreed to this, marrying Abhishek for the second time. I feel like a fool." Pragya sighed as the beautician fixed a veil on her head. "Oh come on di, be a sport. It has been three years to your marriage today and after everything you and Jeeju have been through this is something you both deserve and this is Jeeju's gift to you. And even you have to agree this is so romantic." Pragya smiled despite herself. She knew why he was doing this, it was his way of apologising for everything that happened in their marriage. She had seen him doing so much out of guilt even when she had forgiven him a long time ago. It was as if he found it hard to forgive himself. Maybe this will be the end of it, she hoped; she could barely see him suffer like that anymore.

Abhi had brought Pragya, Bulbul and Purab to Los Angeles as he had a concert here. Then one day all four of them were invited to Abhi's concert manager's wedding, it was a small ceremony but the endless smile on Pragya's face got Abhi thinking. He asked her if she'd like to marry him again, she was confused at first then suddenly the seriousness on his face made her agree. It was as if he wanted it more for himself then for her and suddenly she couldn't refuse anymore. So here she stood here in a ridiculously expensive outfit with only Purab and Bulbul as family on the day of her anniversary, all ready to get married to the love of her life once again, but this time it wasn't destiny or the love of their families making them do it, it was the love they felt for each other that did.

"Mrs Mehra? Oops, Miss Arora its time." Said Judy, the wedding planner. She couldn't control it. It was not everyday day that a celebrity came to her asking her if she could plan his wedding with his wife.

Pragya stood behind the huge doors that led to the hall behind Bulbul as the bride for the second time but this time she wasn't scared for her life ahead but happy, content like a bride should be. "Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all." She smiled to herself. Then the doors opened and Bulbul walked in followed by Pragya. She looked around the hall amazed, it really looked beautiful and then she looked up and saw him.

There he stood in a tuxedo appearing nervous yet looking deliciously handsome. She looked at him properly and suddenly she felt herself smile. He stood there looking at her like any woman wanted, hoped and prayed to be looked at. The love and passion shining through his eyes was something that made her heart stop.

"Abhishek Prem Mehra, do you take Pragya Arora to be your wife; to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish always." Before she could even look up at him, she heard him say, "I do." He spoke the words so softly in that husky voice so filled with emotions that she felt her eyes water.

Speeches were made, food was served, people were dancing, singing and laughing all at the same time but the bride and the groom were too engrossed in each other to even look at anyone else. Soon the party was over and all the guests left for home, even Purab and Bulbul, leaving the couple alone to celebrate their first night as man and wife.