SwaRon OS: A Love Story Sealed in Dance & Dreams

A Love Story Sealed in Dance & Dreams

The sun shone brightly over the beautifully decorated outdoor venue, where fairy lights twinkled even in the daylight. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air as the venue was adorned in white and gold, just as Sharon had always dreamed. It was a day that had been years in the making, and finally, Swayam and Sharon’s wedding day had arrived.

***

Swayam stood at the mandap, his heart racing in nervous excitement. Dressed in a royal blue sherwani embroidered with intricate silver designs, he looked nothing less than a prince waiting for his princess. His best friends, Rey, Amar, Bharat, Vicky, and Nil, stood beside him, occasionally whispering jokes to ease his nerves.

“Bhai, tujhe dekh ke lag raha hai jaise tu abhi behosh ho jayega,” Vicky teased, nudging Swayam.

“Main toh bas is pal ka intezaar kar raha hoon jab Sharon yahan aayegi,” Swayam replied, his eyes filled with anticipation.

And then, the moment arrived. Sharon walked down the aisle, looking ethereal in a deep red lehenga with golden embellishments. Her hair was elegantly tied up, a few curls framing her face. The sheer dupatta rested lightly over her head, and her eyes shone with love as she met Swayam’s gaze. She had always been the diva, but today, she was just a girl in love, stepping towards her forever.

The baraat had already been a wild affair, with the gang dancing their hearts out. Now, the ceremony proceeded with equal excitement. The pheras were taken with promises of love, trust, and eternal partnership. When it was time for Swayam to tie the mangalsutra, his hands trembled slightly, making Sharon chuckle softly.

“Kya hua, Mr. Shekhawat? Itna nervous kyun ho?” she whispered.

“Tumse shaadi kar raha hoon, aur kya reason ho sakta hai?” he whispered back, a playful glint in his eyes.

As he applied sindoor on her forehead, a few tears slipped from Sharon’s eyes. Swayam gently wiped them away, whispering, “Rona mana hai, Mrs. Shekhawat.”

And just like that, they were married.

***

The evening was all about celebrations. The hall was transformed into a dreamy wonderland, with golden chandeliers and a dance floor at the center—because how could Swayam and Sharon’s wedding be complete without dance?

Swayam and Sharon made their grand entrance, hand in hand, looking like the most perfect couple. Swayam in a classic black tuxedo, and Sharon in an elegant midnight blue gown. The gang erupted in cheers and hoots.

“Bhai, kya lag raha hai! Bilkul dulha!” Nil called out.

“Tujhe abhi yaad aaya ki yeh dulha hai?” Rey laughed, clapping Swayam’s back.

The cake-cutting was a hilarious affair. As soon as Swayam tried to feed Sharon a piece, she smirked and smudged a little frosting on his nose.

“Sharon!” he exclaimed, pretending to be shocked.

“Haan haan, ab revenge lene ka soch rahe ho?” she grinned.

Swayam simply pulled her closer and whispered, “Shaadi ke baad toh waise bhi saari revenge sweet hone wali hai.”

Her cheeks turned a soft pink, but before she could retort, the DJ announced, “Time for the first dance of the newlyweds!”

Swayam led Sharon to the dance floor, where soft music played in the background. They swayed gently, lost in each other’s eyes. As the song progressed, their steps grew bolder, and soon, they were dancing the way they always had—effortless, passionate, and perfectly in sync. The gang joined in, making the night more magical.

Later, as the friends gathered around, they couldn't resist teasing the newlyweds.

“Toh, ab Mrs. Shekhawat kaisa lag raha hai?” Simmi winked.

“Honestly? Bahut accha,” Sharon admitted, sneaking a glance at Swayam, who smiled back lovingly.

The night ended with laughter, love, and endless memories. It was a wedding that defined them—full of dance, fun, teasing, and above all, pure love. And as Swayam held Sharon close under the starlit sky, he knew this was just the beginning of their forever.

~The End~