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One woman opened up a jewelry box and gaped. "Arre wa Khushi! These are beautiful!"
Khushi turned and saw her holding a scarlet box. The woman went over to Khushi and held the necklace around her neck.
"Doesn't our Khushi look beautiful," the woman asked.
The others agreed.
They quickly got Khushi ready and when Khushi looked at herself in the mirror, she didn't recognize herself.
One of the ladies smiled. "Kisi ki nazar na lage," and the other women removed the evil eye from her as well.
A group of girls came running in. "They're here," they exclaimed.
All the women giggled and went out. Khushi wanted to go as well, not seeing Arnav in a long time, but she knew she couldn't.
As Arnav came in his eyes searched for Khushi. He was desperate to see her, and that he wouldn't deny. The car stopped and he came out. Dai Ma accompanied him to the door, as well as Aryan, and Garima welcomed him in. She had a smile but it was obvious she was faking it. But Arnav didn't care. He was here for his bride, for his Khushi.
Arnav and his family were allowed in and they were led to the mandap. Arnav sat there, his eyes wandering left and right every now and then.
Where is she, he wondered.
Someone cleared their throat and Arnav looked up and saw Shyam. He crouched down beside him and nudged him.
"What's up future-jeejaji? Can't wait anymore," Shyam teased.
Arnav gave him a warning look, but the ladies behind were chuckling by Shyam's statement. Even Dai Ma was, shaking her head.
"Don't worry," Sham continued. "She'll be here."
"When?"
"In a rush are we?"
"Shut up."
Shyam chuckled. "Maybe an hour or so."
"An hour?! What the-"
"You know how girls are," Shyam shrugged.
"B-but Dai Ma," Arnav looked at her, "you said she'd be ready!"
"Well, I assumed-"
"You assumed wrong," Arnav said grouchily, cutting her off.
Everyone couldn't help but to snicker.
Meanwhile...
Khushi was in front of her mirror, panicking, though she wasn't showing it. She couldn't believe she was getting married. That too to the man she loves. The man that loves her.
The only person that has ever loved her.
Everyone else had gone when Arnav had arrived and she was in the room alone, until now.
"Are you ready Khushi?"
Khushi turned and gaped. It was the gypsy.
"How..." but Khushi could say no more.
The gypsy came in and looked Khushi up and down. "You look beautiful."
"Th-thank you."
Tears were forming in Khushi's eyes and the gypsy shook her head.
"No my child, don't cry. You should be smiling; happy that you will be marrying the one you love."
Khushi looked down. "To tell you the truth... I have some doubts."
The gypsy scrunched her eyebrows. "What do you mean, dear?"
"I mean... Arnav's the only man that has ever come in my life. Don't take me wrong, I love him very much, but... I don't want my heart broken."
The gypsy shook her head, smiling. She caressed Khushi's cheek. "Sweetheart, I didn't want to tell you this when you were little but..."
"But what?"
She sighed. "There was only one man written for you. And that boy is Arnav. I didn't want you to be disheartened, so I didn't tell you."
"Oh..."
"Does it bother you dear?"
Khushi shook her head. "No. I love him. I love Arnav very much." She sighed deeply. "I guess I'm just getting the jitters and my head's messing with me."
She smiled. "Makes sense."
Khushi smiled. "But um... can I ask you a question?"
"Yes dear?"
"What's ahead for me? In my future?"
"That I haven't seen when you were little. Give me your hands."
Khushi held her hands out and the gypsy held them in hers. The gypsy shut her eyes and scrunched her eyebrows. Khushi wondered what it could be, and then the gypsy opened her eyes.
"My dear, I can't see it."
"What? Why?" Khushi felt confused.
"I can see what I've told you before, about your parents. But everything else is hazy. It was before as I tried to see what happens between you and your parents and it still is."
"What does that mean?"
"I don't know dear. But mind you of what I had told you when you were little."
Khushi nodded. "Yes ma'am."
The gypsy kissed the top of her head. "But one thing for sure, he will love you."
Khushi looked at her with doe-like eyes.
"He is a good man. And I can guarantee you this that he will give you happiness."
"But... will I?"
The gypsy smiled. "Of course. It's in your name after all."
Khushi giggled lightly. "Thank you for visiting me," she said once she stopped.
"I had to see you. You just came to my mind today and the vibe in the wind was different, which is when I remembered you. And I knew then that I had to go see you."
Khushi smiled. "Thank you."
"You're most welcome."
"Didi!"
The two turned and looked at the group of women coming, along with Shyam.
"Oh... when did you arrive ma'am," Shyam asked the gypsy.
"Not long. I came to see Khushi get married off."
He nodded and then looked at Khushi. "Ready Di?"
Khushi took in a deep breath and nodded. "Yes."
Shyam smiled. "Let's go."
He went to her side and started to lead her out. The gypsy followed behind the women. As they got out to the hall, Shashi and Garima joined them. They stood on each side but stayed quiet. Shyam didn't care and led his sister down to the mandap.
As Khushi arrived, she felt panicky. Everyone was noticing her and they all slowly turned and looked at her. They formed a path as Shyam walked her towards the mandap, one head after the other turning and looked at her. Khushi looked down, looking side to side now and then, but as she neared the mandap, her heart raced up:
Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!
Dhak-dhak! Dhak-dhak!
Khushi slowly looked up and saw Arnav, who was gazing away at her. His eyes traveled up and down, taking in the beautiful goddess who was about to become his, and only his. His heart went crazy:
Dhak-dhak-dhak-dhak!
Dhak-dhak-dhak-dhak!
And Khushi's did the same:
Dhak-dhak-dhak-dhak!
Dhak-dhak-dhak-dhak!
Shyam helped her up to the mandap and Dai Ma helped Arnav up. The two gazed away at each other, everyone around them not mattering.
"I see we can't take our eyes off each other, hmm," a woman teased.
Khushi looked down and blushed, and even Arnav blushed lightly.
Arnav and Khushi had their garlands exchanged and then the pandit began the recessions. Khushi and Arnav sat beside each other, doing as they were told by the pandit. And then it was time for the pheras. Dai Ma tied the knot as Arnav and Khushi watched her, and then looked at each other.
The pandit was about to start the prayers when Khushi noticed her parents. She looked at them and saw how they had a harsh expression, making her look down a bit. Arnav had noticed and looked at her parents. They hadn't noticed and were looking at Khushi.
The pandit told Arnav to begin and Arnav nodded. Looking at Khushi, he took her hand in his. Khushi looked up at him in wonder and Shashi and Garima looked at him as well. Everyone else watched as he held her hand, some muttering how it was cute, some muttering how it was sweet, some muttering that he had some guts. Shyam looked at Arnav proud, crossing his arms. Arnav looked back at Shashi and Garima and they looked down.
As Arnav led her, Khushi just looked at him. She wondered what good deed she had done in her life, or any lifetime for that matter, to deserve a man like Arnav. When it came time for Khushi to lead them, Arnav held onto her hand, showing her they were equals in this relationship.
When the pheras had concluded, Arnav was handed the mangalsutra. He looked at Khushi and Khushi looked at him. He leaned forward and placed it around her neck. Feeling his fingertips on her neck sent a shiver down Khushi's spine, but she managed and stood still. When Arnav withdrew, Dai Ma held the tiny pot of vermillion. Arnav took a pinch and looked at Khushi. Her eyes stayed glued onto his and Arnav came forward and placed it through her parting.
Everyone clapped, throwing the petals of flower at the newly wedded couple. Arnav and Khushi gazed at each other, unable to believe that they were really together.
Now... and forever.
Awsome they God married
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