Chapter 59 My Forever
As the night sky sparkles with a thousand stars, the wedding mandap glows with golden lights, adorned with cascading marigolds and fragrant roses. The sacred fire flickers in the center, casting a warm glow on everything around it.
As the moment arrived, Aaryaant stood at the mandap, adjusting the cuff of his sherwani absentmindedly. The soft him of wedding chants and flickering flames filled the air but his mind was elsewhere, waiting for someone- her!
Vanya, draped in a breathtaking red and gold lehenga, steps forward, her heart pounding. Her heavily embroidered dupatta is carefully placed over her head, a symbol of grace and tradition.
She meets Aaryaant's gaze-his ivory and gold sherwani embroidered with gold complements her attire perfectly. For a moment, the world fades, leaving just the two of them standing at the threshold of forever.
He forgot to breath!
He had seen her thousands of times! In laughter, in thoughts, in casual moments but this- this was something else! The sindoori red so perfectly compliments her flawless skin, the way her temple jewellery rested against her collarbone. The heavy gold chuda, he gifted her! Contrary to her skin, Shimmering under the lights, giving a red reflection on her glowing self. And her black sharp eyes, held a quiet promise!
It was overwhelming! A new experience for him.
For the first time in his life, Aaryaant Dandwani, the man known for his composure, was spellbound!
The Chuda he gifted her
As she reaches the mandap, he extends his hand slightly-not too obvious, but enough for her to notice. Smiling softly, she slips her fingers into his, a silent promise exchanged even before the vows.
The Kanyadaan begins, and Kairav wants to perform the ritual as her father performs with slightly trembling hands, placing hers into Aaryaant's, his voice thick with emotion.
"Take care of my daughter," he says, and for the first time, Aaryaant feels the weight of the moment-not just a marriage, but a lifelong responsibility.
The Mangal Pheras begin, each step around the sacred fire sealing their vows, binding them as partners through all phases of life. With each round, Vanya and Aaryaant steal glances, smiles filled with unsaid words.
Finally, Aaryaant ties the Mangalsutra around her neck, his fingers grazing her skin for a fleeting second, sending shivers down her spine. As he applies the Sindoor in the parting of her hair deliberately applying a little on her nose, showing if not coincidently, he will do it deliberately to showcase his love for her, promising to fall for her everyday! Vanya closes her eyes, feeling the depth of the moment-she is his, and he is hers.
As the wedding rituals progressed, the moment arrived when Vanya, embodying grace and tradition, bent down gently to touch Aaryaant's feet for blessings.
The mandap fell into a hush. Even the flickering flames seemed to pause in reverence. Aaryaant's breath hitched as he watched her-his Vanya, his equal, his queen-bowing before him in a gesture of utmost respect and devotion.
His heart clenched. This wasn't just a ritual for her; it was a silent vow, a promise of love, honor, and partnership. And in that moment, he felt the weight of what it truly meant to be her husband.
Before she could rise, Aaryaant swiftly held her hands and stopped her, his touch warm and firm. The intensity in his gaze made her breath falter. "Vanya," he whispered, low enough that only she could hear,
"I should be the one bowing before the goddess that you are."
A soft gasp left her lips as he gently pulled her up, his fingers lingering against hers for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Their eyes locked-hers filled with quiet devotion, his with overwhelming emotion.
And then, without disrespecting or breaking tradition, Aaryaant did the most thinkable. He bowed before her in return. The elders watched in stunned silence, while Vanya's eyes widened. His father felt proud of his upbringing!
With a soft smile, he straightened, his voice barely above a whisper, "Respect is a two-way street, Mrs. Dandwani"
Tears pooled in Vanya's eyes, and for the first time that night, she knew-this marriage wasn't just built on love; it was built on equality.
The priest declares them husband and wife, and as the family cheers, Aaryaant leans in and whispers, "You look breathtaking, Mrs. Aaryaant. K. Dandwani." Vanya blushes, whispering back, "And you're finally mine, Mr. Aaryaant.K.Dandwani"
He kissed her temple lovingly.
She lifted his hands and gently pressed them to her forehead, a silent prayer, a vow of love, respect and unwavering devotion.
"You're not just my Patidev! You're my greatest blessing! My greatest Love!" She said in her softest voice.
He exhaled, his Hazel eyes dark with emotions. Slowly, he cupped her face, his thumb brushing away the tears that had managed to escape.
"And YOU Vanya!.......ARE MY FOREVER!" He promised her.
Aaryaant.Dandwani and VanyaKapoor.Dandwani Forever bound, heart and soul