The day has finally arrived—the day I always feared would come. Today is my wedding day, and I am about to marry him. My family has chosen a simple court marriage, which is a relief in some ways; I’m grateful it’s not an elaborate affair.
As I sit in my room, dressed in a maroon saree with matching bangles and rings adorning my hands, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of weight on my heart. This should be a joyous occasion, yet it feels so heavy.
I had always envisioned my wedding day as a moment filled with excitement and love, but not like this.
Lost in my thoughts, I was startled when the door to my room gently swung open. I turned to see my mother, her face filled with understanding and concern. As she approached me, she placed her hand softly on my cheek and caressed it with such tenderness.
"I know this is difficult for you. I know you don’t want to do this, but I want you to remember that you are strong, my child, and you will get through this," she said, her voice filled with warmth.
There were so many things I wished to express, but the words just wouldn’t find their way out.
"Come on, it’s time," she said gently, urging me to follow her.
As we walked to where our family gathered, my head hung low; I wasn't ready to face the world. I just wished for the whole ordeal to be over.
"Let’s go; we don’t want to be late," my father said, a mix of urgency in his tone.
Once we took our seats, the reality of my situation began to sink in, and I felt the ache of despair settling in.
After what felt like an eternity, we arrived at the destination. Slowly stepping out of the car, I noticed him standing with his family, waiting.
As we approached, his mother came over to me and gently lifted my chin, her eyes sparkling with kindness. "You are so beautiful, Bhavika. I can’t wait to welcome you as my daughter," she said warmly, holding my hands.
"The lawyer is calling us; it’s time. Come on," his cousin Agastya said, breaking the moment.
We walked inside together, the silence between us heavy.
Standing in front of the lawyer, we began the ceremony—the garlands placed around each other's necks felt surreal. I focused on keeping my hands steady as the weight of the moment pressed down on me.
As we exchanged our vows, a sense of emptiness lingered; we both understood the promises meant little in the grand scheme of things.
When the vows concluded, the lawyer guided him to place the mangalsutra around my neck. I felt his hesitance, and I couldn’t help but flinch at his touch.
Then came the moment when he applied sindoor to my hairline, marking this significant step, before signing the document that would forever change my life.
And just like that, we were declared husband and wife. I became the wife of Aksh Rajvansh, and with that declaration, a profound sense of loss washed over me. It felt as if everything I had hoped for was irreversibly altered.
As I looked around, I saw our families embracing, celebrating as if it were the happiest day of their lives. Perhaps for them, it truly was, but in my heart, I quietly mourned the joy that wasn’t mine to feel.
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