Chapter 81 Emotional Moments For Every Girl
Rohit still holds Ruhi close, his own breathing heavy. He replies quickly, his voice tense, “She… she falls into the pool.”
Shorya rushes toward them. Ruhi’s body still trembles from the cold, her lips slowly turning pale. Neeti kneels beside her at once and gently rubs her back.
“It’s okay, child… you’re safe now… shhh…”
Rohit immediately grabs a towel from the side table and carefully wraps it around Ruhi. His face reflects both frustration and deep concern.
Annoyed, he mutters, “This girl… she can’t even walk properly! This is too much. Just because she’s the youngest doesn’t mean she’ll stay a child forever!”
For a moment, Shorya and Neeti exchange glances half surprised, half amused. They understand what lies beneath Rohit’s anger: worry and hidden care.
Ruhi ignores his words and speaks in a faint, weak voice, “I’m fine now…”
Neeti gently takes her hand. “Ruhi, sweetheart, you should’ve been more careful.”
Ruhi nods slowly, still shaken, unable to say anything more. Holding the towel tightly around herself, she quietly stands up and walks toward her room. As soon as she leaves, silence settles in the air.
Shorya and Neeti then turn to Rohit. His eyes still hold that mix of irritation and concern. But the moment he notices their knowing stares, Rohit panics and quickly walks away.
Neeti’s mouth falls open slightly. She looks at Shorya in astonishment and whispers, “God knows what’s going to happen between those two…”
Shorya smiles faintly. “Everything will turn out fine.”
Neeti shakes her head. “I don’t think there’s any hope for their relationship.”
Shorya turns to her with a steady gaze. “Did you ever think there was hope for ours?”
Neeti freezes, her eyes locking onto his. Memories of their own struggles flash before her, those times when distance and silence once ruled their marriage.
Shorya softly takes her hand. “God can make anything happen. Just have faith.”
Evening deepens slowly, and the farmhouse glows with festivity. Decorations sparkle in full glory, vibrant lights shine in every corner, and the fragrance of fresh flowers fills the air. The sacred chanting of mantras hums softly through the atmosphere, creating a moment of serenity and celebration.
Just then, the doors of the farmhouse open, and the three grooms walk in together.
Vihaan enters first, dressed in a regal maroon sherwani with an embroidered sash draped gracefully across his shoulder. A diamond watch gleams on his wrist, and a maroon turban crowns his head, adding to his royal presence.
Beside him walks Samar, wearing an elegant cream sherwani with a matching turban. His calm aura reflects dignity, responsibility, and quiet charm. Then comes Karan, dressed in a pure white sherwani paired with a white turban and a sleek wristwatch, looking timelessly graceful. Together, the three of them look nothing less than princes from a fairytale.
The moment Mrs. Shobha’s eyes fall on them, she freezes. Tears well up as she hurries toward them, her heart swelling with pride. With trembling hands, she performs the ritual to ward off the evil eye and whispers emotionally, “May God protect you from every shadow… may no evil ever touch you.”
The three grooms smile softly and move toward the mandap. It is adorned with fresh flowers, the soothing fragrance of agarbatti lingers in the air, and Vedic mantras sanctify the surroundings. Each groom takes his designated seat, waiting for his bride.
On the other side, Neeti enters, resplendent in a maroon saree. Her beauty glows like never before, the aura of a woman filled with quiet peace and love. Shorya, by her side, looks dashing in a black three-piece suit, his presence strong and reassuring.
The priest’s voice rises above the chants, “Call the brides forward…”
Neeti stands gracefully and guides the three brides toward the mandap. That moment steals everyone’s breath.
Rimjhim walks first, draped in a maroon lehenga with intricate golden embroidery. A delicate veil covers her face, her jewelry shimmering in the light, making her look like a divine vision.
Beside her, I walk slowly, my heart pounding loudly in my chest. I am dressed in a deep red lehenga, completely traditional, my veil covering my face. Every step feels heavy, yet sacred, as emotions swirl uncontrollably inside me.
Then comes Riya, her white lehenga glowing like moonlight. She looks pure and serene, her innocence radiating through the veil that covers her face.
As Rimjhim lifts her veil slightly to glance around, her eyes suddenly lock on a figure. Her breath catches. The world stills for her. And then, unable to control herself, she lifts the veil completely and runs straight into the arms of the man standing nearby.
It is none other than Chaudhary Sahab. Overcome, Rimjhim clings to him, her tears flowing freely. She trembles in his embrace, her heart pouring out the pain of years. Between sobs, she whispers, “I… I missed you so much…”
Mrs. Shobha, watching her like this, can’t hold back her own tears. Her heart aches to see Rimjhim break down so helplessly.
Chaudhary Sahab hugs her tightly, his voice firm yet tender. “My child… I know. I know this is the most important day of your life. But today, no tears. Today, you must smile. Stay happy, always.”
His words soothe her, though her sobs still shake her shoulders. He gently calms her, wipes her tears, and guides her to sit in the mandap.
Meanwhile, my own control breaks completely. The moment I see my father, Mr. Shekhawat, standing there with moist eyes, everything inside me collapses. I rush forward and throw myself into his embrace. “Papa…”
My voice cracks as I cry uncontrollably, as if years of longing, fear, and love pour out in one single moment. I cling to him tightly, afraid to let go, while he holds me with all the warmth and strength of a father’s love.
For Riya, the moment is even heavier. Her parents are not there to witness the most precious day of her life. Her eyes shimmer with tears, the absence cutting deeper with every passing second. She sits quietly, her silence echoing her grief.
Then, like a protective elder brother, Rohit comes to her side. He places his hand gently on her shoulder before pulling her into a hug. His voice is soft yet strong. “Why are you sad? Don’t forget I am here. I am your brother.”
TO BE COUNTINUE....!!!