Eyes don't lie

Love Sealed in Vows

Khwahish pov ;-

I sat in front of the mirror, my eyes glossy with emotions I couldn't fully comprehend. My hands trembled slightly as I tried to apply the final touches to my bridal makeup. The vibrant red lehenga adorned with intricate embroidery weighed on my shoulders, both physically and emotionally.

My father stood in the doorway, his eyes misty with unshed tears. He was the pillar of strength in my life, and seeing him so emotional made my heart ache. I turned to him, and without a word, he pulled me into a warm embrace. We held each other tightly, sharing a moment of silent understanding.

"papa" I whispered, my voice quivering. "I'll always be your little girl."

He kissed my forehead and said, "You'll forever be my princess, Khwahish. But today, you're becoming someone else's queen."

His words were bittersweet, a mix of pride and sadness. I couldn't help but cry, my tears staining the delicate fabric of my lehenga. It was hard to leave behind the life I knew, the home where I grew up, and the people who loved me unconditionally.

Saina and Ridaanshi entered the room, their smiles infectious, trying to lighten the somber mood. Saina playfully teased, "Khwahish, it's time to stop making our makeup artist's job harder with all these tears."

Ridaanshi joined in, "Yes, and remember, you'll have to look picture-perfect for Armaan, our handsome groom!"

Their laughter was like a soothing balm, reminding me that today was a day of celebration, not sorrow. I smiled through my tears, feeling grateful for the amazing friends who had always been by my side.

As they continued to tease and pamper me, I couldn't help but think about the man I was about to marry. Armaan had been my anchor, my love, and my confidant. Today, we would begin a new chapter of our lives together, and despite the sadness of leaving my old life behind, I was filled with anticipation for the future.

I stood there, my heart racing like a wild stallion, a nervous energy coursing through my veins. The room was filled with the fragrant aroma of flowers and incense, and the soft melodies of traditional wedding songs played in the background. I couldn't help but fidget with the delicate folds of my bridal lehenga.

Simran, my best friend , appeared beside me. Her presence was a source of comfort amid the whirlwind of emotions. She leaned in and whispered, "I saw Armaan in his groom attire. Khwahish, he looks dashing!"

I closed my eyes for a moment, taking in her words. A small smile crept onto my lips. The thought of Armaan, waiting for me at the altar, calmed my racing heart. He was my rock, my anchor, and the man I had chosen to spend the rest of my life with.

"Thank you, Simran," I whispered back, my voice filled with gratitude. Her reassuring presence was exactly what I needed at this moment.

As I took a deep breath, I realized that I was ready to face him, my groom. The man who had stolen my heart, the one with whom I would share my dreams, my joys, and my sorrows. The nervousness was still there, but it was eclipsed by a profound sense of excitement and anticipation.

I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time, adjusting the ornate jewelry that adorned me. I was a bride, ready to take a step into a new phase of life, one filled with love and companionship. My heartbeat, once a chaotic drumroll, now settled into a rhythm of hope and love.

With Simran by my side, I took those final steps toward the grand venue, where Armaan, my love, awaited me. Today marked the beginning of our journey together, and I couldn't be more eager to see what the future held for us.