The Path to Forever

Part 19

As the relatives spoke of the elaborate ceremonies and the joy that awaited them, Karan's aunt turned to them, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, when do we get to hear about your love story?" she asked, her voice teasing. Tejasswi felt her cheeks flush, and she glanced at Karan, who grinned back at her.

"It's not much of a story yet," Karan began, his voice filled with affection. "But it's one that's just getting started." He looked into Tejasswi's eyes, his thumb continuing to trace patterns on her hand. "We've only known each other for a short while, but it feels like a lifetime."

Tejasswi felt a blush creep up her neck as the room fell silent, all eyes on them. She took a deep breath, her heart racing. "It's been a journey of discovery," she said, her voice steady despite her nerves. "We're still learning about each other, but what I do know is that I've found my home in him."

Her words were met with a chorus of 'awws' and knowing smiles. Karan's grip on her hand tightened, his thumb now still, his gaze unwavering. He leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek. "You're my everything," he whispered, the words a promise that seemed to resonate through her very soul.

Tejasswi felt the love in the room, the unspoken bond that connected them all. It was a bond she had never experienced before, one that was not just about her and Karan, but about two families becoming one. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. "And I've found my everything in you," she replied, her voice filled with conviction.

The room erupted into applause and cheers, the tension of the moment breaking like a dam. The conversation flowed freely again, with a newfound warmth and excitement. Tejasswi's mother wiped a tear from her eye, her smile beaming with happiness. Mrs. Kundrra's eyes shone with approval, the tension of the previous days replaced by a sense of relief and joy. The room buzzed with the energy of their love story, a tale that was still in its infancy but already had the power to move hearts.

Tejasswi felt a sense of belonging as she sat there, holding Karan's hand. His family had accepted her, embraced her, and she could feel their love wrapping around her like a warm blanket. The chatter of wedding preparations grew louder, and she found herself getting lost in the details of the ceremonies she had only read about in books. The thought of her own mehndi, the sangeet, and the wedding day filled her with a mix of excitement and trepidation.