The Path to Forever

Part 20

Karan and Tejasswi found themselves cuddled in the balcony swing of the Kundrra mansion. The gentle squeaks of the swing mingled with the distant sound of an auto-rickshaw's horn, creating a soothing backdrop for their intimate conversation. They had escaped the bustle of the wedding preparations, seeking solace in the cool evening breeze.

"Tejasswi," Karan began, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through her very being. "I know we're rushing into this, but I can't help but feel like it's right." He paused, his gaze searching hers for any sign of doubt. "What do you think our future holds?"

Tejasswi took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his chest against her back and the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm. "I believe in us," she whispered, her voice filled with a conviction she had never felt before. "We'll face everything together, hand in hand."

He pulled her closer, his arms tightening around her waist. "I promise to make you smile every day," he said, his breath tickling her ear. "And I'll be there to wipe away your tears, even if they're just from cutting onions."

Tejasswi giggled, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I'll hold you to that," she said, her voice muffled by his chest. "But I hope it's not just onions that make me cry."

Karan chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "You've got a deal," he murmured, his hand tracing circles on her arm. They sat in silence for a moment, lost in their own thoughts, the gentle sway of the swing rocking them back and forth. The stars above twinkled like diamonds scattered across black silk, and the evening breeze played with the loose strands of Tejasswi's hair.

"Lovebirds," a teasing voice called out, breaking the serenity. They turned to see Meenu, Karan's younger sister, standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips. "If your cuddles are over, lunch is ready, and everyone's waiting."

Tejasswi's cheeks flushed, and she quickly stood up, smoothing out her clothes. Karan chuckled, standing up beside her. "Coming, Meenu," he called out, ruffling her hair as they walked back inside. The playful banter between siblings brought a smile to Tejasswi's face, easing some of the tension she had been feeling about their impending marriage.

The dining room was a riot of color, with a table dressed in a vibrant red tablecloth and adorned with golden plates and gleaming silverware. The smells of aromatic rice and spicy curries wafted through the air, making her stomach growl with hunger. They took their seats, Karan's family watching them with expectant eyes.

"So, when do we get to hear the love story?" Meenu's question was met with a chorus of eager nods and smiles. Karan felt his cheeks warm as all eyes turned to them. He looked at Tejasswi, her expression a mix of amusement and embarrassment. She took a deep breath, her voice steady as she spoke.

"Well, it all started when we first met at the airport," she began, her eyes sparkling. "There was something about the way we looked at each other, something that felt... right." The room grew quiet, and even the clinking of silverware against plates seemed to hush as they hung onto her every word.

Karan listened, his heart swelling with love for her. He had never heard her speak so openly about their feelings, and it filled him with warmth. "We had an instant connection," he added, his eyes never leaving hers. "It was like the universe had conspired to bring us together."Tejasswi laughed softly, a blush painting her cheeks. "I know it sounds cliché," she said, "but it's true. And every moment since has just reinforced that feeling."

Her parents exchanged a knowing look, their faces reflecting a silent conversation of shared memories and hopes. Mrs. Prakash reached out and squeezed her hand. "I knew you two would be perfect," she said, her voice filled with warmth.

Meenu clapped her hands, eager to get the party started. "Alright, enough mushiness," she said with a giggle. "It's time for some marriage advice!"

The room erupted in laughter as relatives took turns sharing their wisdom.
Meenu s husband spoke up first, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Always let her win at card games," he said, nudging his wife, who rolled her eyes playfully. "It's the secret to a happy marriage."

Poonam dk leaned forward, her voice laced with sincerity. "Remember, marriage is not just about love. It's about companionship, respect, and sometimes, a good cup of chai at the right moment." She winked at Tejasswi, whose blush deepened.

Poonam husband , known for his dry humor, quipped, "The only thing that keeps my marriage going is my selective hearing." The room erupted in laughter, but Karan noticed the tender look his sister gave him, a silent acknowledgment that love came in many forms.

Tejasswi's favorite advice came from her soon-to-be mother-in-law, Mrs. Kundrra. With a twinkle in her eye, she said, "When you think you can't take it anymore, remember why you said 'yes' in the first place. That love will see you through." Tejasswi felt her heart swell with affection for the woman who had welcomed her so warmly into their lives.

Karan's father, Mr. Kundrra, a man of few words, spoke up next. "Never go to bed angry," he advised, his gruff voice belying the tenderness in his expression as he looked at his wife. Mrs. Kundrra reached over and squeezed his hand, a silent testament to the strength of their bond.

Tejasswi's eyes darted around the table, taking in the faces of her new family, each one filled with love and hope. Her mind raced with thoughts of the future, the countless moments they would share, and the advice she would one day offer to another bride or groom.

As the conversation turned to wedding preparations, Karan's sisters, Poonam and meenu , bombarded them with questions about their favorite songs, colors, and foods. Tejasswi felt a warmth spread through her chest, the realization setting in that she was truly becoming part of this vibrant tapestry of relationships.

The day that followed were a flurry of activity. There were fittings for the wedding outfits, endless phone calls with wedding planners, and the selection of jewelry that had been passed down through generations. Karan was by her side through it all, his reassuring presence a balm to her nerves. They stole moments together, sharing quiet laughs and whispers, finding joy in the little things like choosing the perfect shade of pink for her lehenga.