ch 64 Vivah sampan hua
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Aarav's pov
The moment the shehnai blended with the soft wedding song, my breath... actually stopped.
Everyone stood up.
Lights dimmed.
And then she appeared.
Ashiana.
Walking down the aisle... slow, radiant, veil gently flowing behind you like a soft golden cloud.
My world narrowed to a single point.
Ashiana.
My heartbeat usually calm, steady, controlled slipped out of rhythm.
My fingers tightened around the armrest of the mandap seat.
"Damn..." I whispered under my breath, barely audible even to myself.
"She looks like... a dream."
The crowd faded.
Voices blurred.
Even Kabir's teasing nudge and Raghav's proud smirk didn't register.
All I saw was Ashiana eyes shyly lowered, each step delicate... graceful... like she was walking straight into my life, not just the mandap.
I stood up on instinct.
My chest felt tight not from fear, but from something overwhelming... something I've never felt, not even in the deadliest business deals.
Pride.
Love.
Possession.
And the fear of losing her all at once.
Ashiana veil shifted slightly as she walked, and for a second, her eyes lifted meeting mine.
That one glimpse hit me harder than any bullet I've ever taken.
A smile soft, innocent, entirely her bloomed on her lips.
And I... the ruthless king of the Malhotra empire... felt weak in my knees.
Kabir leaned in, whispering with a grin,
"Control, bhai. Don't faint before the pheras."
I didn't even glance at him.
I was too busy watching the woman who was about to become my wife... ...walk toward me like she had belonged beside me from the beginning of my story.
When Ashiana finally reached the mandap,
I exhaled a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.
she looked up at her fully now, eyes glowing with excitement and love.
And in that moment,
I knew
If heaven exists... it must look exactly like this. Like you walking to me.
I stepped forward slowly, almost reverently my heartbeat drumming louder than the dhol outside.
Ashiana stood there, veil resting delicately over her face, her hands trembling slightly in mine.
So small.
So soft.
So completely mine.
With one gentle motion,
I lifted her veil.
And then...
God.
Ashiana looked up at me love shining... shyness glowing... her eyes wet but smiling...
lips trembling with excitement.
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
My fingers tightened around her instinctively.
I leaned a little closer, voice low enough for only her to hear
"Beautiful..."
Ashiana blushed instantly cheeks turning rose, lashes falling shyly that tiny smile on her lips making my chest ache.
her eyes glistened, not with sadness, but with something so pure that it almost broke me.
Ashiana whispered softly, almost breathlessly,
"Aarav..."
And something inside me melted.
I brought her hands up between us thumb brushing her knuckles, slow, reassuring, possessive.
"Don't look away," I murmured.
"I waited my whole life to see you like this."
her smile widened, shy but glowing, and she finally met my eyes fully.
In that moment with her in bridal red, henna on her hands trembling in mine, her veil lifted like a blessing
I knew with absolute certainty:
This wasn't just a wedding. It was destiny finally catching up to me.
We stepped onto the varmala stage, cheers rising around us.
Ashiana held her garland in both hands, eyes narrowed, lips curved into a mischievous pout.
I knew exactly what she was thinking.
He's tall... he'll tease me... he'll lift his head higher and not let me put the varmala.
Ashiana's expression already said it. she was prepared to fight me if needed.
And God, the sight made me smirk.
But then
she lifted the varmala expecting her to lean back, move away, play hard-to-get.
Instead, I did the opposite.
I stepped close.
Very close.
Lowered my head
Brought myself down to my knees, bowing her.
her eyes widened in pure surprise.
I whispered with a small, slow smile,
"Why would I make my bride struggle?
I want to be yours... completely."
Ashiana cheeks turned pink instantly.
Slowly, gently, she placed the varmala around my neck, her fingers brushing my collarbone timidly.
The crowd cheered but I didn't hear anything.
Because the only thing I saw was her shy smile, her sparkling eyes, her breath catching as I held her waist for balance.
And the moment Ashiana's varmala settled on my shoulders...
I stood
I whispered near her ear, voice low and teasing
"Your turn next, sweetheart. And I won't let anyone lift me away from you."
The second the priest announced,
"Groom's turn for the varmala,"
Ashiana smirked that dangerous, adorable, challenging smirk.
"It's not that easy, Mr. Aarav Malhotra,"
she teased, chin tilted proudly.
Before I could respond
Kabir and Aditya suddenly grabbed her from behind and lifted her straight into the air.
sheyelped loudly,
"AYYYEEE!! ADITYA BHAIYAAA!! KABIRRR!! BHAIYAA!"
she feet kicked mid-air, lehenga swirling, hands flailing and both idiots laughed like they won the lottery.
Aditya: "Aarav! Catch her if you can!"
Kabir: "Dulhan toh out of reach ho gyi, ab kaise daaloga varmala?"
she shot me a triumphant look from above, smirking down at me like a little queen on a balcony.
"Now try, Mr. Malhotra,"
she teased, sticking her tongue out slightly.
God.
I swear my temples throbbed.
I stepped forward, looking up at her, voice low and deadly calm
"Kabir. Aditya.
If either of you drop my bride I'll break both your legs."
Both froze.
she blinked.
And in one smooth move I grabbed her waist firmly, pulling her down from their arms straight into mine.
she crashed softly against my chest.
Gasps and cheers erupted around us.
Ashiana stared at me, wide-eyed.
I smirked.
"Not that easy?
Sweetheart... nothing about you is easy. But you're always mine in the end."
I leaned in and slowly slid my varmala around her neck so close that her breath hitched against my lips.
Cheers exploded, flowers rained, and she blushed so hard she hid her face in my shoulder.
I whispered, just for her to hear,
"Game over, Mrs. Malhotra.
I win."
The sacred fire crackled softly, its golden glow bathing us in warmth as we sat side-by-side on the mandap.
The priest chanted mantras, the fragrance of roses and genda filling the whole space
She sits beside me like the epitome of a bride glowing, beautiful, graceful and absolutely determined to irritate me every two minutes.
Every time the priest looks down into his book, she leans closer, her voice a whisper only I can hear.
"Mr. Malhotra, stop sitting so straight, you look like a business meeting ka groom."
I bite my inner lip, fighting a smile.
"Behave," I mumble, even though my heart is doing somersaults just sitting next to her.
She nudges my shoulder again.
"And stop glaring at the fire. It's the wedding, not a takeover deal."
I exhale, finally turning to her.
"You're impossible," I whisper but my eyes soften, warmth taking over.
She grins, victorious.
The priest clears his throat loudly. We both snap our attention forward like school kids caught cheating. But the moment he resumes chanting, she does it again.
This time, her fingers graze mine under the dupatta barely a touch sending a jolt straight through my spine.
She tries not to laugh as she sees my reaction.
I lean towards her, whispering against her ear,
"Do that again, Mrs. Almost-Malhotra... and you won't survive the bidaai."
She looks down, cheeks pink, smile wide.
For a second, everything fades the crowd, the music, the rituals and it's just her and me in this glowing mandap, our knees touching, her bangles brushing against my hand, her perfume filling every corner of my chest.
And then... she pokes my arm again.
I shut my eyes, ready to lose it.
"You really want to test your pati before you even become one?" I whisper, leaning dangerously close.
Her smile is all mischief and love mixed together.
And in that moment, watching her glow beside me, I think—
If she keeps irritating me like this for the rest of my life, I'll still consider myself the luckiest man alive.
The priest's voice rings clearly, cutting through the soft hum of the crowd.
"var, ab aap dulhan ke maang mein sindoor bharenge... aur phir mangalsutra pehnaayenge."
(Groom will now make bride wear sindoor and mangalsutra)
My breath stills.
For a second... the world quiets.
Even she stops fidgeting, her eyes lowering shyly as she pulls her veil slightly back, exposing the delicate parting of her hair.
Her hands tremble just a little.
And mine ...
mine go completely still.
The small silver box of sindoor is placed in my palm.
It feels heavier than it should like it holds a lifetime inside it.
I look at her.
She's looking down, lashes long, a soft blush warming her cheeks.
But the corners of her lips... they're curved in that tiny smile that always makes my heartbeat lose rhythm.
I lean forward.
My fingers lift gently, brushing her hairline. She shivers barely, but I feel it. With slow, steady movement, I fill her maang with sindoor.
A streak of deep red.
A promise.
My name.
My life joining hers.
She closes her eyes for a moment, and that tiny sigh she lets out...
God.
I almost forget there are hundreds of people watching.
The priest hands me the mangalsutra.
Black beads and gold, gleaming against my palm.
When I reach for her neck, she moves her hair aside herself soft, graceful, trusting. Her skin smells like jasmine as my fingers touch her nape, fastening the clasp.
The moment it settles at her collarbone... she opens her eyes and looks straight into mine.
And something inside me shifts.
Locks into place.
Forever.
The crowd cheers, petals fall, cameras flash
But I only see her.
My wife.
And in that heartbeat, with her wearing my sindoor and my mangalsutra, I lean slightly closer and whisper, so only she hears:
"Aab tum meri ho. Sirf meri."
Ashiana's pov
The priest's words echo softly around me:
"Ab var.. vadhu ke maang mein sindoor bharenge... aur phir mangalsutra pehnaayenge."
(now groom will fil sindoor in bride's forehead and make her wear mangalsutra)
My heart jumps.
My breath... stuck somewhere between excitement and disbelief.
This is it.
The moment every little girl dreams about... and mine is actually happening with him.
My fingers clutch the edge of my lehenga as Aarav takes the sindoor box.
I don't even have to look at him to know he's staring at me he always has this intense, quiet look when something matters deeply to him.
I lower my eyes, trying to act shy and calm, ...but inside I'm screaming:
"OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING AHHHHH—"
My cheeks burn with heat, and my smile refuses to leave my face.
I try not to giggle.
Not now, Ashiana. Control.
He steps closer.
I feel his presence before he even touches me like the air itself becomes warm.
When his fingers brush my forehead, moving a strand of hair
A shiver shoots down my spine.
I swear he hears it.
He fills my maang with sindoor... slow, careful... worshipping.
For a second, everything blurs.
The crowd. The flowers. The lights.
It's just the feeling of that sindoor settling on my skin.
My breath leaves my chest in a soft sigh... the kind that only he can pull from me.
Then he picks up the mangalsutra.
I move my hair aside, hands slightly trembling not from fear, but from the overwhelming happiness swelling inside me.
His fingers graze my neck... warm, gentle... sending tiny sparks everywhere.
My eyes close for a moment.
And when he finally locks the mangalsutra around me and I open my eyes
He's already looking at me.
like...
I'm his entire world.
Petals fall around us, everyone claps, cameras flash
But for me, the world shrinks to that one look in his eyes.
My heart whispers
I'm his. Really his.
He leans in just slightly, his lips near my ear, voice low, deep, possessive
"Aab tum meri ho. Sirf meri."
A blush rushes up my whole face.
I bite my lower lip, trying to hide my smile.
Because truth is... I always was.
then priest said '' VIVAH SAMPAN HUA AB AAP DONO PATI PATNI HUYE...''