Gazes of admiration followed the gorgeous lady embellished in a magnificent emerald-green churidaar, who had just ventured into the hallway.
Everyone seemed to be astounded by her beauty, but no-one more than this man, who now stood in front of her.
Eyeing her briefly, he gently held her hand into his, inserting a diamond ring onto the finger next to little one of her left hand.
She, in turn, imitated his actions which was followed by a loud session of cheering and applauding by the assembled guests.
'Four more days,' he whispered cheekily, only causing her skin to resemble a bright shade of pink.
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Dressed in a baby-pink suit, she sat down quietly, while her mother weaved exquisite patterns on her hand, with the henna paste; astutely carving the initial of his name, for him to later find it out for himself.
The visible sound of teasing echoing in the background.
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Being mounted up on a stool her, her family and vistors carried on the next tradition, by applying 'haldi' on her face, neck and arms; the turmeric believed to be good for the skin, which would help to impart a glow for the magnanimous day of her's that was just around the corner.
The same procedure being religiously followed at 'her-soon-to-be-new-abode', with him making faces on the haldi that was being greased all over his face.
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All jaws dropped, all eyes widened with excitement as she was ushered into the hall by her sister. She looked absolutely stunning in the red sari, adorning the jewellery she encased.
Slowly, yet gracefully did she make her way to the 'mandap' and sat down beside him; sacredly following all the customs she had been instructed to.
The 'kanyadaan' being carried out with her dad giving her hand into his; entrusting him with the responsibility of bestowing his care on her, and invariably showering her with love and affection.
He then proceeded to clasp the string of black beads onto her neck, and smeared the vermilion powder onto the partition of her hair, to be followed by the holy 'saat phere'.
The ceremony being over, Kumari Gupta was now married to Arnav SinghRaizada.
This time forever, not for a curt span of six months.
Their matrimony being bounded by love, and not by a contract.
Her heart calling out his name, while his in turn, beating only for her.
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