Author's pov
Days passed —
Veer and Tanya's wedding ceremony began. Tanya stopped contacting Advik and stopped going to the hospital until her wedding was complete. Today was the mehendi ceremony at the Verma house, and it was beautifully decorated.
Vidyut was overseeing everything, making sure everything went perfectly and smoothly. The ladies of the house were preparing for the ceremony, and Dev and Abhimanyu were warmly greeting and welcoming the guests.
Tanishka took a luxurious golden dupatta adorned with Jaipuri designs on its borders. She placed it gently on Tanya's shoulders as Tanya was getting ready for the mehendi ceremony. Tanishka then proceeded to adjust the dupatta, but Tanya was so intently focused on her phone, almost as if she were waiting for someone's message or constantly checking it again and again.
Her expression was downtrodden as if she was not happy despite the fact that it was her mehendi ceremony, and she didn't exhibit any excitement, even feigning it. Her expression was almost as if she was forced to be there, and she was not truly pleased about the event.
Tanya looked at herself in the mirror with a downtrodden expression on her face. Tanishka stood beside her and raised an eyebrow at the reflection in the mirror. "So how did I get you ready?" she asked in her soft and sweet voice, revealing her energetic personality but-
Tanya rolled her eyes at her, replying with a dismissive, "Thik hi ready kiya h." Tanishka widened her eyes at her reaction, considering that she had put a lot of effort into choosing the dress, jewelry, mehandi design, suitable makeup, and decorations to make the ceremony perfect, unique, and special.
(Just okay.)
Tanishka was visibly hurt by Tanya's expressionless reaction to her hard work and effort. She exclaimed, "Tanya, I put a lot of effort into this! Can't I get a good reaction?" Tanya ignored her, focusing solely on her phone.
Tanishka, disappointed, snatched the phone from Tanya's hands and pouted while placing her hands on her hips.
Tanya demanded, "Tanishka, give me my phone back." Tanishka firmly stated, "No, I won't." Tanya attempted to take back her phone, but Tanishka withdrew and held onto it tightly. Tanya moved closer and reached out to snatch it again, but Tanishka retreated further.
With irritation, she raised her voice slightly and threatened, "Give me my phone, or I'll yell at you." She was starting to feel frustrated and annoyed that Tanishka was withholding her phone from her.
Tanishka spun around and took a step backwards, her voice light-hearted and playful. "No, no, no! First, give me a proper reaction to the hard work I put in for your mehandi ceremony." Tanya had already been in a state of tension, and Tanishka's teasing comments now served only to add fuel to her already agitated mind.
Tanishka's smile faded as Tanya spoke. "Kitna credit logi tum, huh?" The statement was harsh, and Tanishka was taken aback, as Tanya had never said anything like this to her face, although there was some truth behind it.
(How much credit do you want to take?)
Tanishka, unaware of the underhanded comments, still held her love for Tanya in her heart and forgave her unconditionally.
Tension filled the room as Tanishka's innocent doe eyes clashed with Tanya's furious glare. The statement was pointed, "Hamesha jab dekho tab credit chaiye tumhe. Maine nhi kaha tha ki yeh sab kro tum khud kre ne gyi thi toh yeh reaction yeh sab mujhe se nhi diya jaata h aur fake reaction Dena mujhe pasand nhi so please get out or shut your fucking mouth." Tanya shouted, her anger evident. She joined her hands together forcefully in front of Tanishka, her words sharp and biting with emotion.
(You always want credit whenever you see it. I didn't say you should do all this; you did it on your own. So, I shouldn't have to deal with this reaction, and I don't like fake reactions. So please get out or shut your mouth.)
Tanishka, once cheerful, was now extremely sad, her radiant smile had vanished. "ab kya tum rogi phir badi mummy ko gale lga kr meri aur mom ki burai krogi... jaise tumne engagement wali raat ki thi." Tanishka's gaze locked onto Tanya, hinting at the fact that their secret talks on that night had not been unknown to her.
(Now, are you going to cry and then hug aunt while badmouthing me and my mom... just like you did on the night of the engagement?)
Tanya's phone received updates that further infuriated her, causing her mood to shift from irritation to tension. Tanishka remained silent as she prepared to leave the room. "Tanishka," Tanya called out to her with an unusually calm voice,
"I apologize for my earlier comments. I'm feeling quite tense right now. Please don't take it seriously. You did a fantastic job on my mehandi ceremony." Tanya approached Tanishka and placed a hand on her shoulder, expressing her regret and appreciation.
Tanishka smiled at her, with a hint of a smirk. "I know you were, but..." she trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished. She then abruptly shook her shoulder and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
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Soon after, the mehandi ceremony's rituals began. Ladies and guests gathered in the living room, playing the dholak and singing traditional folk songs of Jaipur.
Tanya appeared, accompanied by Tanishka. Kashiv approached Tanya, taking her hand and guiding her toward a sofa where a mehandi artist was waiting to apply mehndi. Kashiv gently pressed Tanya down onto the sofa.
Then, the mehandi artist began the process of applying the traditional mehndi design on Tanya's hands and feet. The intricate patterns were drawn carefully on her skin, creating beautiful, temporary artwork on her body.
Prema began dancing and then pulled Tanishka, inviting her to join the dance. Both of them danced together, having a great time.
While one of Tanya's hands was still awaiting mehandi application, she picked up her phone and kept checking it repeatedly. "Naam kya likhu?" Mehandi artist asked while applying henna on her hands now it time yo write her soon to be husband's name on her palm.
(What name should I write?)
"Veer Singhania." Tanya replied in irritation and annoying voice.
The mehandi artist spoke again to her, "Ma'am, this henna tube is empty; may I take one from my bag? Can you wait for a minute?" Tanya looked at the mehandi artist and nodded in agreement.
The artist then stood up from her seat and headed to her bag to fetch another henna tube.
Tanya's phone rang, causing a change in her facial expression, reflecting her growing tension. She wanted to answer the call, but she knew that if she abruptly stood up, it might attract unwanted attention.
Tanya cleverly considered whether she could ask Tanishka to sit in her place, as they were twins and some people might be confused. This way, she could answer the phone without drawing unnecessary curiosity from others.
Tanya approached Tanishka and grabbed her arm, whispering in her ear, "Tanishka, can you please sit on my seat? I need to use the washroom." Tanya's voice was low, hoping to keep the request as careful as possible.
Tanishka nodded to Tanya's request to sit on her seat and took her place promptly. She knew her role in this moment, despite not knowing the reason behind it. Meanwhile, Tanya quickly walked away to take the call and attend to her need in the restroom.
Then the mehndi artist came and sat in her seat. She took Tanishka's hand and applied the mehndi design, which was the same as the one on Tanya's hand. Tanishka was so focused on watching her aunt dance.
That she didn't pay attention to the mehndi artist, who was going to write a name on her hand. A name that ruled the city, that was going to be a part of their family, and that might cause anxiety and tension in her nerves-Veer Singhania.
As the mehandi artist carefully drew the name "Veer Singhania" on Tanishka's hand, Tanya returned to the room after the phone call. She noticed the name being written on Tanishka's hand and looked at it in anticipation, as if waiting for a reaction.
Tanishka, who wasn't aware of the name written on her hand yet, continued watching the dance, oblivious to the significance of the name.
Tanya looked at the mehndi artist and said, "What did you do?" The mehndi artist looked at Tanya and then at Tanishka, whom she thought was Tanya. "I'm the bride, and she is my twin sister. And you wrote my fiancé's name on her." Tanya glared at Tanishka, then at the mehndi artist, who was looking at Tanishka's hands.
Tanishka exchanged glances with Tanya and then looked at her palm. Her eyes widened when she saw the name on her palm. "Veer," Tanishka mumbled as she read his name. She immediately stood up from her seat and walked toward the kitchen.
Tanya rolled her eyes at her, then sat back down and continued applying mehndi on her hands and feet.
Tanishka hurried into the kitchen, placing her hand into a bowl of water and urgently attempting to erase his name from her palm. Her thoughts raced through her mind:
"Why did this happen to me? If my mother or anyone else sees it, they'll misunderstand things. Oh, Shivji, please help me,"
she thought aloud. Her heart raced faster, and her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes moistened with tears as she feared the possibility of someone noticing his name on her hand.
Tanishka removed her hand from the bowl to check if the name had disappeared. It was already too late, though; the name was still clearly visible on her hand, now redder than before. "Holy shit." she muttered.
Panic set in, and her heartbeat quickened even more, so much so that she could hear it echoing in her ears. An intense, inexplicable pain and unease gripped her chest and stomach.
The next day arrived, and it was time for the haldi ceremony. In this tradition, the groom's side was the first to perform the rituals. After completing these rituals, the haldi would be sent to the bride's home, where the rasam would take place.
Veer's Pov
It was haldi ceremony day, and Anirudh entered my room while scrolling through his phone, watching movies suggestions. I was trying to decide on an outfit for the occasion, trying to choose between three white kurtas laid out on the bed.
"Why are you overthinking? They're all elegant in white. Just pick one." Anirudh stood beside me, offering his opinion while still engrossed in his phone. "You're right," I replied, taking a kurta from the selection and standing in front of the mirror.
I slipped into the kurta and glanced in the mirror to check my reflection. The fabric hugged my figure loosely, creating a comfortable and elegant look. I turned to Anirudh, seeking his opinion.
Glancing at Anirudh, I asked, "Is this good?" However, his eyes were still at his phone, engrossed in searching movies. To get his attention, I raised my voice a bit and said, "How does this look?"
He quickly looked at the kurta in my hand and replied, "Very beautiful. You'll look so handsome. By the way, you'll be drenched in haldi soon, so wear whatever." Anirudh chuckled a little, putting his phone back in his pocket.
"You all are very excited for my wedding." I chuckled too, then proceeded to the washroom to change. Then Anirudh asked with a grin on his face "Aap nhi ho kya bhai sa?" I give him side eye then slightly smirk "ofcourse I'm." I enter in washroom and started changing.
(Are you not bhai sa?)
Anirudh's question made me smile, and as I entered the washroom to change, my thoughts drifted to the upcoming events. While in the washroom, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness about the impending wedding.
Standing in front of the mirror, I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my toned abs and muscular chest. I couldn't help but bit my lips and blushed a little as I thought of something darker than your future. "Veer you become so shameless, how could you think this holy shit veer stop thinking this." I thought it Then I splashed cold water on my face and shaved my beard a little.
After shaving my beard and freshening up, I put on the white kurta, adjusting it perfectly. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt a mixture of anticipation and excitement for the wedding ceremonies ahead.
With a final touch-up, I took one more glance at my reflection, making sure I looked handsome for the occasion.
Author's Pov
The sun shines down, making everything in the courtyard look warm and golden as the haldi ceremony starts. Everyone's face is glowing, and there's a happy vibe in the air.
Family and friends laughing and having fun while the groom's family gets the traditional haldi paste ready, which is full of turmeric, to put on the groom. Couples are dancing happily to the drumbeat, and kids are playing around, looking totally carefree...
Ananya skipped joyfully towards the courtyard, carrying a bowl of haldi and heading towards the spot where the ceremony was taking place.
"Ahhhh"
But suddenly, someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into the nearby swimming pool area.
Vishal's Pov
As I took hold of her arm and guided her into the swimming pool area, Ananya let out a gasp of shock, her eyes tightly shut. Wearing a pretty and vibrant yellow lehenga, her body held close to mine as I wrapped my arms around her bare waist.
Smiling slyly, I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Did you miss me?" As soon as she recognized my voice, her eyes widened, and she looked at me in disbelief, a mix of surprise and amusement on her face.
She didn't respond for a moment, still taken aback by the sudden encounter. Her eyes slowly roamed over my face, taking in the sight of me after a long time.
The music from the haldi ceremony could be heard in the background, providing a stark contrast to the intensity of the moment.
I tightened my grip on her waist, pulling her closer, and a smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I waited for her reaction.
Then my eyes landed on the bowl of haldi in her hand, which ruined my white shirt. "Oh, so you brought haldi to ruin my shirt?" I chuckled as she looked down, shocked. Her glossy lips parted, "Then I should take my revenge. First, you ignored me, and now you've ruined my shirt."
Her eyes widened, and she gulped in fear, starting to take a step back. "Vishal, please go; otherwise, if someone sees us, they'll misunderstand." She looked around, checking to see if anyone was coming. I took a step towards her and pulled her closer. "Then what? Mai tumse milne aaya hu aur bina haldi lagaye nhi jauga." I said firmly, but there was still a softness in my tone.
(I came to meet you, and I'm not leaving without getting haldi on me)
A smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I watched her dip her finger into the haldi bowl and gently apply it to my cheeks.
The coolness of the paste contrasted with the heat of her finger, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I leaned a bit closer, my eyes never leaving hers, as she continued the ritual of applying haldi.
"Hogya ab jao" she trying to be firm but softness in voice doesn't allow her.
(Done now go)
With a playful smirk, I took the haldi and proceeded to apply it to her face in a manner akin to how people apply color during the Holi festival. Unfortunately, her lehenga was ruined due to my mischievousness. She exclaimed, "Vishal, you ruined my 1 lac lehenga! Just wait, you just wait."
I ran away from her as she chased after me with the haldi in her hand. However, she managed to catch up to me, and with a cheeky grin, she applied the haldi on my face in return.
I allowed her to stay. Her cuteness made me smile, but then we suddenly heard her family's voice: "Ananya, where are you?" We looked in the direction of the sound. "Oh no, it's my turn to apply haldi on bhai sa," she mumbled, feeling tense.
I pulled her closer and applied haldi paste on her bare waist as a punishment. "Aur raho mujhe se dur, sweetheart." I said with a smirk. Her eyes widened, and her body tensed up. Then I winked and ran away from there.
(Be more stay away from me, sweetheart)
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To be continued...
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