Secret Shaadi ...

Chapter 16

**Chapter 16: "Whispers of the Unwanted Union"**

The room glowed softly with excitement as Shehnaaz, dressed in her bridal attire, stood before the mirror. The detailed design of her lehenga painted a picture of dreams, yet her eyes revealed an inner struggle. The mehendi on her hands seemed to speak of an unknown future, and the sparkling jewelry failed to hide the turmoil within.

Amita, her friend, stood beside her with a worried look. "Sana, something seems off. You don't look happy," she remarked.

Shehnaaz, forcing a smile, replied, "It's just pre-wedding nerves, Amita. Don't worry too much."

As the door creaked open, Shehnaaz's mother, Pammi Ji, entered the room. Her eyes, filled with excitement, focused on her daughter, now a vision of elegance. She said, "Meri pyaari Sana, lag raha hai jaise kal hi toh maine tujhe khud godi mein uthaya tha. Aur aaj yeh din aa gaya."

Turning to her mother, Shehnaaz, a mix of emotions on her face, hugged her tightly. The room embraced the silent exchange of a mother's pride and a daughter's gratitude.

Amidst the emotional exchange, the door burst open, and Shehbaaz, Shehnaaz's mischievous brother, strolled in. His grin widened as he exclaimed, "Wow! Meri behan film stars se bhi sundar lag rahi hai."

Shehnaaz, rolling her eyes, teased, "Tujhe lagta hai har koi film star hi sundar hota hai."

Shehbaaz, playfully, responded, "Sundarta dekhi hai aaj tak? Main tujhse seekh raha hoon."

Shehnaaz, laughing, retorted, "Ud mat, Black Crow. Meri shadi hai, tujhe meri shaadi dekhni hai ki nahi?"

Shehbaaz, with mock drama, proclaimed, "Oh, Motto!!, teri shaadi dekhe bina jee nahi paunga."

Their banter filled the room with laughter, a moment of sibling camaraderie before the solemnity of the impending wedding.

As Shehnaaz playfully called him "Black Crow," Shehbaaz countered with his usual term of endearment, "Motto." The exchange continued, a ritual of affection and teasing that had woven itself into the fabric of their relationship.

With the banter echoing in the background, the varmala ceremony unfolded. Shehnaaz, in her resplendent beauty, and Sidharth, in regal attire, stood across from each other. The exchange of garlands became a dance of hearts, a ritual that marked the beginning of their shared journey, as Sidharth graciously bent his head down for Shehnaaz , making every one go went gone on his gesture...

The room was filled with laughter, joy, and the unspoken promises that hung in the air. In the midst of it all, Shehnaaz and Sidharth, connected by destiny, found solace in each other's presence.

The rituals unfolded seamlessly, like a carefully choreographed dance. As the sacred ceremony neared, the emotions in the room intensified. Amidst the sacred chants and the rhythmic beat of the dhol,

Shehnaaz and Sidharth found themselves bound in a mesmerizing eyelock during the wedding ceremony. It was as if time stood still, and in that moment, the echoes of their silent dilemmas converged into a silent understanding. The unspoken promises hung in the air, connecting their souls in a dance of destiny.

In the serene ambiance of the Gurudwara, Shehnaaz and Sidharth circled the holy scripture, each round symbolizing a union of their souls. The melodious recitation of the four lavan resonated, encapsulating the essence of their commitment. With each step, the bond between them strengthened, and the promises made in the presence of Waheguru became etched in the fabric of their destinies.

As the sacred ceremony unfolded, a surprising visitor arrived at the Gurudwara. The registrar from the register office, dressed in formal attire, entered discreetly. The arrival brought a momentary pause to the festivities as the families exchanged puzzled glances.

The registrar, addressing the families, said, "Mujhe jald nikal na hai jee. Agar 4 lavan hogayi hai toh kanooni taur pe bhi shaadi ki registry karlete hain jee. Iski certificate aapko 15 din mei miljayegi ji . Dono parents k address pe."

The blending of the sacred ceremony and the legal proceedings created an interesting mix, symbolizing the merging of tradition and modernity.

Amidst the cultural fusion, Shehnaaz couldn't shake off her internal turmoil, and the whispers of an unwanted union echoed in the chambers of her heart.

On the other side, Sidharth, amidst the joyous celebration, found himself navigating the complexities of his own emotions. His mind wandered back to the days when he and Shehnaaz decided to keep their impending marriage a secret in college, a decision born out of youthful rebellion and the desire to preserve their personal space.

He thought about the contrast between those carefree days and the gravity of the present moment. The secret, once a shield against prying eyes, now felt like a heavy burden. Sidharth's thoughts swirled in a tempest of conflicting emotions, questioning the path he had chosen and the implications it held for their future.

In the midst of the celebration, Sidharth's eyes betrayed a hint of turmoil, a silent struggle masked by the festive atmosphere. The echoes of his thoughts resonated in the sanctity of the Gurudwara, blending with the sacred verses that bore witness to the union unfolding before them.

Ab next Chapter se it will focus more on their life in medical college and will be more of PoV of Sana and Sidharth.