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Love of Tomorrow.
1. Aryan Sehgal.
I'm standing in front of the mirror. My black Sherwaani is shining and I think I am looking a handsome groom.
There came a knock on the door.
Aryan: Come in!
Mihir came inside asking me if I am ready or not.
Aryan: How am I looking?
Mihir: A perfect dulha. Too good as always.
Aryan: I am really happy.
Mihir: And I am the one who's really sad.
Aryan: Why?
Mihir: Today, I am going to lose my brother.
Aryan: That's not happening. I can't stay without my bro.
Mihir: Really?
Aryan: I can do anything for you. You are the best brother in the world.
Mihir: Maybe you will have to prove it in the coming time.
Aryan: I will prove it. And don't make me emotional now.
I smiled and brushed my hair once again. My phone started ringing.
Aryan: Mihir? Check on! who is it?
He went to my bed and picked my phone.
Aryan: Who is it?
Mihir: Ishaani.
Aryan(winked): Put it on the speaker, please.
From his hand, Ishaani spoke sweetly.
Ishaani: Hi, handsome!
My eyes widened. She never called me in such a way. Mihir handed me the phone and left without utering a word.
Ishaani: Hello?
Aryan: Yeah? Hi. How are you?
Ishaani: Why weren't you responding?
Aryan: My luck is bad. Mihir has received the call.
Ishaani: Why?
Aryan: Come on, it's still a few hours for you to become my wife and your snapping me.
Ishaani: I know!
Aryan: OK. Leave it. Tell me what you wanted to say?
Ishaani: I called to ask you whether you are ready or not.
Aryan: I am ready. Completely. To make you my wife.
Ishaani: I'm ready too.
Aryan: Ok. Then. I am coming to take you.
Ishaani: Yes. Better not to be late.
Aryan: I love you.
Ishaani: I love you too.
With these magical words, I disconnected the call, smiling.
My Baraat was on time and our wedding took place in the most traditional way.
Ishaani was wearing the maroon lehenga. Her necklace was way too heavy and I was wondering how girls manage so much weight on them. Her earrings seemed like a kilo which are hanging on her ears.
But, yeah, let me tell you she is looking drop dead gorgeous. And I need to wait for a lot to tell this to her, when there will be no one around.
Those moments were beautiful. I won't forget them till my last breath. Ishaani is now mine. Legally, completely mine. We are meant for together now.
Dinner was done. Congratulations was the best part.
The person who was the happiest of all, obviously after me, was Diya. She partied crazily. Preeta enjoyed too. Mihir was busy in arrangements and guest.
We, two, the newly fresh married couples were the centre of attention. We were sitting like statues, posing according to the people.
My mum was sitting on the chair for the whole evening. Just because she could not walk but she was very happy for me.
What came out to be emotional was rukhsati time. Ishaani was crying in her parent's arms. She is going to leave that house and going to stay in mine.
That moment, I promised myself that I will never leave her hand till my last breathe. I am always going to stand beside her. No matter what.
Today was the best day ever.
Of my entire life.
.
.
.
To be continued.
© ~m0n@
I'm standing in front of the mirror. My black Sherwaani is shining and I think I am looking a handsome groom.
There came a knock on the door.
Aryan: Come in!
Mihir came inside asking me if I am ready or not.
Aryan: How am I looking?
Mihir: A perfect dulha. Too good as always.
Aryan: I am really happy.
Mihir: And I am the one who's really sad.
Aryan: Why?
Mihir: Today, I am going to lose my brother.
Aryan: That's not happening. I can't stay without my bro.
Mihir: Really?
Aryan: I can do anything for you. You are the best brother in the world.
Mihir: Maybe you will have to prove it in the coming time.
Aryan: I will prove it. And don't make me emotional now.
I smiled and brushed my hair once again. My phone started ringing.
Aryan: Mihir? Check on! who is it?
He went to my bed and picked my phone.
Aryan: Who is it?
Mihir: Ishaani.
Aryan(winked): Put it on the speaker, please.
From his hand, Ishaani spoke sweetly.
Ishaani: Hi, handsome!
My eyes widened. She never called me in such a way. Mihir handed me the phone and left without utering a word.
Ishaani: Hello?
Aryan: Yeah? Hi. How are you?
Ishaani: Why weren't you responding?
Aryan: My luck is bad. Mihir has received the call.
Ishaani: Why?
Aryan: Come on, it's still a few hours for you to become my wife and your snapping me.
Ishaani: I know!
Aryan: OK. Leave it. Tell me what you wanted to say?
Ishaani: I called to ask you whether you are ready or not.
Aryan: I am ready. Completely. To make you my wife.
Ishaani: I'm ready too.
Aryan: Ok. Then. I am coming to take you.
Ishaani: Yes. Better not to be late.
Aryan: I love you.
Ishaani: I love you too.
With these magical words, I disconnected the call, smiling.
My Baraat was on time and our wedding took place in the most traditional way.
Ishaani was wearing the maroon lehenga. Her necklace was way too heavy and I was wondering how girls manage so much weight on them. Her earrings seemed like a kilo which are hanging on her ears.
But, yeah, let me tell you she is looking drop dead gorgeous. And I need to wait for a lot to tell this to her, when there will be no one around.
Those moments were beautiful. I won't forget them till my last breath. Ishaani is now mine. Legally, completely mine. We are meant for together now.
Dinner was done. Congratulations was the best part.
The person who was the happiest of all, obviously after me, was Diya. She partied crazily. Preeta enjoyed too. Mihir was busy in arrangements and guest.
We, two, the newly fresh married couples were the centre of attention. We were sitting like statues, posing according to the people.
My mum was sitting on the chair for the whole evening. Just because she could not walk but she was very happy for me.
What came out to be emotional was rukhsati time. Ishaani was crying in her parent's arms. She is going to leave that house and going to stay in mine.
That moment, I promised myself that I will never leave her hand till my last breathe. I am always going to stand beside her. No matter what.
Today was the best day ever.
Of my entire life.
.
.
.
To be continued.
© ~m0n@
