The mandap was beautifully decorated with vibrant flowers, soft golden lights glowing around the serene space. The atmosphere was filled with a sense of warmth and love, a calm before the storm of emotions that would soon fill the air. Agastya stood at the altar, his heart racing with anticipation. His eyes wandered across the guests—Christian, Virendra, Rahul, Sam—each of them with a proud smile, yet he couldn’t shake the nervous excitement bubbling within him.
The moment was finally here.
As the music swelled, Ankita made her grand entrance. The entire hall seemed to pause as she stepped through the doors, her presence radiating grace and elegance. The deep crimson of her lehenga shimmered, the gold accents twinkling as she walked, each step a promise of the new beginning she was about to embark on. Her eyes scanned the crowd, and then they locked with Agastya’s. In that one moment, everything else faded away—the noise, the people, the world. It was just them. Their connection, built over time, years of shared moments, struggles, and love, was more powerful than anything in that room.
Her gaze softened, a gentle smile curving her lips, her heart fluttering as she continued her walk toward him. Agastya’s chest tightened as he drank in the sight of her, the woman who had brought him peace, love, and purpose. His nerves ebbed away, replaced by a certainty that this was where he was meant to be, right here with her, at this very moment.
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