Chp 9 The wedding rituals
The first rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
Birds sang somewhere in the distance, their melody mingling with the faint aroma of fresh flowers carried by the breeze.
The world seemed to wake slowly, gently.but the streets were already alive.
Vendors called out, carts rolled by, and the fragrance of fresh bread and spices filled the air.
It was a morning that didn't allow for laziness, it pulled everyone into its rush.
The Jeon house was dressed like a bride itself, strings of golden marigolds hung across the entrance, fairy lights wrapped around every pillar, and a bright rangoli bloomed at the doorstep.
The fragrance of jasmine floated through the air, mixing with the sound of laughter and distant religious song played in the background.
Inside, walls glowed with soft drapes and flower garlands, while a small mandap stood ready for the sacred rituals.
It was a home transformed into a palace of joy.
After the roka, Minho, suga and jhope went to the card printers and they printed the wedding card and soon they distributed the card as per the list which was sent by the elders of Both the house
Today the grah Shanti puja is supposed to perform, relatives and neighbours was sitting inside the house sipping tea made by Mrs Jeon, chattering about the decorations and other things.
Sona, kook's aunt sat with them to make them feel welcome, and outside in the backyard was Mr jeon welcoming and talking with the males.
They all were dressed in beautiful clothes, Mrs Jeon and Sona was draped in a beautiful saree where else Mr jeon and Minho was wearing a simple yet beautiful sherwani, Mira wore a beautiful simple lehenga.
The priest was sitting near the small fire pit preparing for the rituals.
Soon kook came down in a beautiful saree adorned with jewellery.
The anklets chummed as she walked, her head was down feeling every neighbours eyes on her.
The more she walked near the fire pit, she realised that now her new life is getting started, she thought about the man she is going to marry, kim taehyung, the same cold man whom she met two days ago.
She's not gonna lie, but she missed him.
Mrs Jeon walked towards her and made kook sit near the fire it infront of the priest, soon everyone circled around her and the rituals started.
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The Kim residence woke up like royalty on the morning of the wedding.
The mansion stood tall in the pale sunlight, its ivory walls shimmering softly as the first rays touched the golden fairy lights still clinging from the night before.
The wide gates, wrapped with garlands of fresh orchids and marigolds, opened to a driveway freshly washed and sprinkled with rose petals.
A grand rangoli, bright with turmeric yellow, vermillion red, and pure white powders, bloomed at the entrance like a carpet of welcome.
Inside, the air smelled of incense, sandalwood, and jasmine, blending with the faint sweetness of freshly fried laddoos from the kitchen.
Servants and decorators bustled quietly, adjusting silk drapes of crimson and ivory that hung from the high ceilings.
Chandeliers sparkled even in the daylight, their crystals catching the sun, while tall brass lamps burned steadily in every corner.
In the central hall, a magnificent mandap awaited its sacred rituals, raised high and dressed in orchids, roses, and golden fabric.
The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows, making the flowers glow like they were lit from within.
Women in silk sarees moved gracefully, fixing trays of haldi and kumkum, their bangles chiming as they gave hurried instructions.
Men in crisp kurtas discussed arrangements near the entrance, their voices low but firm.
Despite the size and grandeur of the house, there was a sense of controlled urgency in the air,like the heartbeats of a hundred people beating to the rhythm of one day: the wedding day.
The Kim house didn't just look decorated; it looked alive, awake, and majestic, as if the mansion itself was a noble host welcoming the dawn of celebration.
Grandma,jiya, eunchae, and jihyo was sitting with the ladies , chattering about the rituals and wedding, and yoona was sitting with her friends discussing about what they'll wear in other functions and on the wedding.
And jimin was inside the kitchen checking if the maid was doing everything right or not.
Suga and jhope was standing along with their fans discussing about work and hyunbin and seungmin was with other elder males.
And if you're thinking about minjun and his family then they were inside their room, minjun was laying lazily on the bed and beside him was his wife, looking at him
"Shouldn't we go, the people will talk"
"Let them talk, I don't care, i haven't forget about the insult i recieved that day, i said I'll won't attend it then i won't,i fyou want you can go"
Minjun said coldly looking up at the ceiling, making sana sigh
" How can I go leaving you here alone, I don't care about the people I care about you"
"This wedding will not last long it's my curse, they have snatched my daughters happiness i won't forgive them"
"Tzuyu must be crying in her room"
Sana said sadly
"They'll all pay for it, mark my words, especially that taehyung's bride"
"You don't worry about her, once she comes in this house I'll make her life hell" sana said with rage in her voice
Otherside with tzuyu
Soya dressed in a beautiful lehenga sat near her crying sister-cum-friend, she with a frown on her forehead kept her hand on her lap but tzuyu swatter her hand
"Don't touch me, what kind of friend are you huh?, h..here I'm crying and you're all dressed for his wedding rituals, you don't care about me"
"Tzuyu don't say that, you know i care about you a lot, this dress, make-up, it's all because of maa, I told her I don't want to attend but she scolded me that's why I had to wear it" Soya said in a sad tone, she caressed tzuyu's hand
"I'm sorry to interrupt but here you're wrong, his bride isn't ugly, she's the most beautiful girl i--"
"SHUT UP, are you on her side or mine?"
Tzuyu shouted making soya feel guilty
"No no, I'm always on your side, trust me i also wanted you to become elder brother's wife, but that jihyo maa, she's the one who spoiled everything"
Tzuyu wiped her tears in anger
"That oldie widow, I'll teach her a lesson,i swear"
" Are you...are you not coming downstairs for the rituals?"
Tzuyu looked at her in disbelief
"What are you even saying, you think I'll go and attend this filthy marriage rituals?,i won't even keep a foot in any of this marriage rituals, because it was all meant for me, I was supposed to marry taehyung, he was mine , but they all steel him from me"
Soya felt sad for her friend so she hugged her and tzuyu cried on her shoulder
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In the living room
The neighbours was chatting with the kim family members but suddenly Mrs Sharma said
"Oh where is Sana, and i didn't even see Minjun brother and woojin"
Everyone frown as they looked around the hall to search for them, soon the murmuring started,Jihyo looked at grandma, grandma cleared her throat and said in a firm tone
"Actually Minjun isn't well , so Sana is looking after him, and about tzuyu and woojin they'll be here soon, they're getting ready"
" Oh okay, well I thought it was something else" Mrs Sharma said with a smirk
"No, it's nothing like that" jihyo said with a sweet yet mocking voice.
"Y'all enjoy, I'll be coming soon" saying that Grandma stood up and walked towards Minjun's room, she knocked on the door and Sana opened it, she walked inside the room, Minjun sat on the bed as soon as he saw his mother, grandma sat beside him
" It's your nephew's wedding, you shouldn't do like this minjun, everyone is talking, come let's go"
"Eomma, i won't , not me or my children will attend this wedding" minjun said with a finalty in his voice
"Stop your drama, Minjun. Our name is already at stake, and Taehyung will also feel bad if even his uncle-"
"I don't care how Taehyung feels, Maa. I've had enough."
"What do you mean by that?"
"The house that caused my daughter so much pain, the house that humiliated me so much... neither I nor my family will take part in a single celebration there."
"So this is your final decision?"
"Yes, Maa, this is my decision."
"Then fine. Listen to my decision too: if you don't participate in this ritual today, pack your belongings and leave my house. And moreover, you will not get a single penny from the inheritance. If that's what you want, fine, I've laid my decision before you. Now do as you wish."
Saying this, Dadi gets up and leaves.
"Maa, how can you do this with your own son?"
"I can, because I am a mother, a grandmother, and the happiness of this house is my happiness. Pay attention to what I say."
With that, Dadi walks away.
"So what do you say? Should we go?" sana asked, Minjun looks at his wife.
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Jihyo sees Dadi arriving and gets up to go to her.
"So, what did he say? Are they coming?"
"He hasn't said anything yet, but he will come."
"And why do you feel that way?"
"Because I have placed my hand on his sore spot; now he will definitely come. You go and see whether Taehyung is ready or not."
Jihyo nods and heads toward Taehyung's room.
Dadi arrives and sits in her place, whispering to Eunchae:
"Go and pay some attention in the kitchen. I don't trust Yoongi's wife at all, I have no idea how she's managing the whole kitchen. Go and check for me."
Eunchae nods and heads toward the kitchen.
When she enters the kitchen, she sees Jimin working alongside the staff with full dedication.
She is standing near the stove,making halwa, her face covered in sweat, yet she continues working.
At the same time, she's instructing the staff here and there, telling them what to do and how to do it. She is working with complete intensity.
Eunchae smiles and returns to the living room, sitting beside Dadi.
"I told you to stay in the kitchen."
"Maa, don't worry. Our Yoongi's wife is working with full dedication."
"Yes, whatever the case, but you also go. Stay with her."
Eunchae nodded as she walked towards the kitchen again.
Otherside
Jihyo came knocked on taehyung's door and walked inside, she saw taehyung sitting on the bed with a file in his hand, he was working again all dressed up in a sherwani, she shook her head
"This boy"
Taehyung looked up from the file and saw his eomma, he kept the file aside, jihyo came and sat infront of him on the bed
"Today we're performing your wedding rituals and yet you're working again"
"Eomma, this is important too"
"Wedding is more important,Work will always be there, but a wedding comes only once in a lifetime. You should give it your whole heart. Don't you want to bring your bride into this house?"
Taehyung looks down and shakes his head as yes , which makes Jihyo laugh.
"Do you like your bride?"
"She's a good girl, nothing more," Taehyung says in a quiet voice.
"Whatever the case, she's going to be your wife now. You'll have to take care of her, understand?"
"I know, Maa."
Jihyo nods.
"Then come on, the ritual is about to begin."
She and Taehyung head downstairs.
As soon as Taehyung comes down, many aunties surround him, offering congratulations. But not a single expression changes on his face, he simply nods whenever someone gives him their blessings.
Soon, the ritual begins. The pandit starts chanting mantras, and Taehyung sits in front of him.
He looks at the havan kund, and in its reflection, he sees the shadow of his soon-to-be wife, that innocent face, those soft lips, her sweet eyes, her petite frame.
A tiny, almost invisible smile appears on his face as he sees her.
She is so beautiful, unbelievably beautiful.
Soon the rituals ended. Suga and jhope along with other male congratulate taehyung for his new life.
The other women sang songs completely enjoying the celebration. Small children ran around the house chasing eachother, it was like a festival. The house was finally in joy.
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To be continued
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