Three weeks passed, and the entire family was immersed in wedding preparations. Rey’s manor and Mithun’s bungalow dazzled with lights, flowers, and vibrant decorations. The atmosphere brimmed with excitement, laughter, and the fragrance of festivity.
The garden gleamed in shades of yellow, draped with silk fabrics and adorned with fresh marigold garlands for the haldi ceremony. Every family member wore bright yellow outfits, their smiles reflecting the cheer of the occasion. Ayaan and Adhvika danced joyfully to the upbeat music, while Ishika and Zara brought Pari to the garden. She looked ethereal in a yellow and white lehenga, complemented by delicate floral jewelry woven into her hair.
Ishaan thumped his chest playfully and winked at her, making Pari chuckle as they were guided to sit for the ritual.
“Damn, Mrs. Ishaan… looks like you’re determined to steal my breath,” Ishaan murmured close to her ear, only for Vaishu to tug his ear with a grin.
“Focus on the ritual. Romance can wait,” she teased, smearing haldi across both their cheeks, arms, and legs.
One by one, the family followed suit, but soon the ritual turned into a playful haldi war. Laughter erupted as Ishaan and Ayaan whistled at the sight of Reyansh smearing haldi on Vaishu’s cheek, while Mithun mischievously cornered Kajal with a handful of paste. Seizing the moment, Ishaan pulled Pari away from the chaos and whisked her into their room.
Inside the washroom, he crouched before her, his hands circling her waist. Slowly, he brushed his cheek against her skin, leaving a streak of haldi along her hip. His fingers lingered at the dip of her waist, making Pari’s breath hitch.
He pressed his lips to her navel, leaving a teasing bite that made her fist curl into his hair. Rising to his feet, his mouth trailed to her neckline, his lips fastening onto her cleavage. Pari cupped his face, surrendering to a searing kiss that only broke when their lungs demanded air.
“Let’s get ready before someone knocks,” Ishaan whispered, and together they stepped into the shower cubicle, washing away the haldi in a rush of stolen intimacy.
By evening, Reyansh, Mithun, Kajal’s father and Ishaan gathered in Rey’s study, the air thick with concern as their private investigators joined in on a call. Reyansh, holding a steaming cup of tea, stood by the window with a thoughtful gaze.
“Too much silence from them is suspicious, If that woman were the kind to give up, she would have done it long ago. She’s waited years, spinning her web around us. She won’t back off easily. No… she’s planning something big.” Reyansh said, stroking his beard.
“Then we strike first, Instead of waiting for her move, let’s uncover the hand behind her. Lets do it after the reception. I don’t want Pari to be worried over anything during our wedding. ” Ishaan responded firmly.
Both Reyansh and Mithun nodded in agreement. Reyansh picked up his phone and gave precise instructions, while Ishaan returned to his room to get ready for the mehendi.
The garden buzzed with music, chatter, and the earthy scent of fresh henna. The women sat in a row, intricate designs blooming across their hands and feet. Ishaan found Pari among them and settled beside her. She leaned softly against his shoulder, her hands still in the artist’s grip.
As he admired the delicate swirls of mehendi on her palms, Vaishu handed him a plate of food. Ishaan took it and gently fed Pari.
“Just one more day, and we’ll be married for the third time.” Pari whispered, her eyes glowing.
Ishaan chuckled, his gaze locked on hers. “I’d marry you every single day, baby. And this time, we’ll decide on an official honeymoon… no interruptions.”
Pari bobbed her head, opening her mouth as he fed her. But before the bite reached her lips, he leaned in and stole a quick kiss. Pari gasped and elbowed him, pointing toward the women busy applying designs on her leg.
“Not my fault you’re so tempting,” he teased, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Pari flushed and nudged him away with her shoulder, though her smile betrayed her delight.
Time seemed to fly, and soon it was the wedding day. The garden was transformed into a breathtaking vision. A grand, traditional mandap rose at the center, its pillars draped in fresh jasmine and roses. Pathways leading to it were lined with flower arrangements, while brass diyas flickered with warm light, casting a golden glow. The fragrance of sandalwood mingled with the chant of sacred mantras as the priest took his place, the air rich with anticipation for the union that was about to unfold.
Kajal’s parents were seated in the front row with their immediate relatives seated behind them.
Ishaan arrived dressed in an ivory silk dhoti and shirt, his look completed with a rose garland resting proudly around his neck. The golden border of his attire shimmered under the warm glow of the lamps, and the faint fragrance of sandalwood trailed with him. Mithun, his uncle, guided him to the mandap and seated him in his place before the sacred fire. The priest began chanting mantras, the rhythmic sounds echoing across the garden filled with guests.
A gentle murmur spread through the crowd as Vaishu and Kajal appeared, leading Pari toward the mandap. She was radiant, dressed in a resplendent silk saree of deep crimson, the golden zari weaving catching the firelight. Layers of exclusive diamond jewelry adorned her neck and arms, and fresh roses were woven intricately into her hair bun. A rose garland, mirroring Ishaan’s, rested gracefully around her shoulders. Her face glowed with a soft blush, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of excitement and shyness.
Ishaan’s breath caught the moment he saw her. He couldn’t stop himself—his lips curved into a mischievous smile as he lifted his hand and blew her a playful air-kiss. A ripple of laughter rose among the younger ones watching, while Pari lowered her gaze, her cheeks coloring as she tried to hide her smile.
She was guided to sit beside him, and together they began the sacred rituals. The priest’s voice rose in prayer as they poured offerings into the fire, seeking blessings from the divine. Family members showered them with flower petals, their blessings carried in each vibrant bloom.
Finally, the moment arrived. Ishaan’s hands trembled ever so slightly as the priest handed him the sacred gold nuptial chain. His heart raced as he looked at Pari, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of joy. With steady hands, he leaned forward and tied the chain around her neck, sealing their bond for a lifetime. The priest declared them husband and wife, and the sound of instruments filled the air, blending with the joyous cheers of the family.
They rose together and exchanged garlands, laughter breaking through the solemnity as Ishaan bent lower so she could slip the flowers over his head. Their eyes met in that moment, the world blurring around them, and it was as if every vow was spoken silently between their hearts.
Hand in hand, Ishaan and Pari turned to seek the blessings of the elders. Reyansh and Vaishu placed their hands lovingly on their heads, while Mithun and Kajal blessed them with smiles full of pride and joy. With each blessing, the weight of responsibility merged with the sweetness of love, and Ishaan knew this time, nothing would part them again.
The first photo from their wedding was officially released on both Ishaan’s and Pari’s social media accounts by their admin, and wishes poured in from all over the world. News outlets flashed the picture, and the couple began trending across every platform.
A grand feast was arranged for everyone, and Ishaan and Pari fed each other amid laughter and teasing. The atmosphere was lively and warm. Reyansh and Mithun’s eyes turned moist as they watched the family they had built over the years now being carried forward by their children.
Ishaan was growing increasingly impatient to return to their room. Pari, recognizing that look in his eyes, bit her lip to hide her blush. Ishaan reached beneath the table, held her hand, and gently pinched her palm to get her attention.
When Pari looked at him, he gestured subtly that they should leave, but she shook her head in denial, signaling him to look at everyone still seated at the table. Ishaan rolled his eyes and interlaced their fingers, unwilling to let her go.
After what felt like forever, the elders finally noticed the unusually quiet pair.
“I think Ishaan and Pari are exhausted and need some rest,” Reyansh said, earning soft chuckles around the table. Ishaan mentally thanked his father, quickly nodding in agreement as he rose to his feet and took Pari’s hand. The whole room erupted in laughter, but Ishaan didn’t care and he simply pulled Pari along with him.
As soon as they entered their room, Pari pinched his arm.
“Why did you do that, Ishu? Everyone’s teasing us now” she said, crossing her arms.
Ishaan placed both his hands on her shoulders and kissed her cheek.
“Who cares about their teasing? I’ve been dying to get you alone. And now that I have my beautiful wife with me, let me admire her properly. You deserve it for stealing my breath away,” Ishaan said, pulling her closer by the waist.
Pari clutched his shirt, her smile reaching her eyes.
Ishaan slowly kissed her forehead, eyes, cheeks, earlobes, nose, and the corner of her lips.
“You are beautiful, Pari—so beautiful that you test my patience sinfully. You might have taken hours to get ready, but I’m too impatient to get rid of them just to have a glimpse of you,” he whispered.
Before he could say anything further, Pari stopped him, gently pushing him back.
“You’ll have to wait until night, Mr. Husband. I want our official wedding night to be special, so you’re not getting anything before that. Have some control and let me rest for now, I’m so tired,” Pari said, moving toward the vanity.
“Too bad, Mrs. Ishaan,” he chuckled. “But I’ll wait. Everything will be worth it when it comes to you. Now, let me help you,” he said, stepping behind her.
He slowly helped her remove the jewels, kissing her collarbone before placing each piece carefully on the table. Then, one by one, he removed every rose from her bun and gently took out the pins, letting her hair fall free. Pari exhaled in relief, and Ishaan ran his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp to help her relax.
He crouched down to remove the waistband, pressing a soft kiss to her waist before his fingers reached for the pin that held her saree on her shoulder. He removed the pins one by one and untucked the pleats from her abdomen. Pari now stood in her blouse and skirt, the nuptial chain dangling delicately against her chest.
Ishaan kissed her chest, tracing the pendant of the nuptial chain before his fingers moved to unhook her blouse but Pari stopped him, pressing a palm against his chest.
“I know where this is heading, so step back, Mr. Ishaan. I can handle the rest myself and you’ll have to wait until night to unravel me completely,” she said firmly.
Ishaan stepped back with a soft groan, watching as she turned away to change. She was knowingly testing every thread of his patience. By the time she returned, dressed in a silk camisole and shorts with her hair tied up in a bun, he could only smile in helpless admiration.
” You are being cruel Pari. Not fair leaving your husband to starve in pain ” Ishaan said pointing to the tent in his dhoti.
” A cold shower will fix you ” Pari said and laid on the bed to rest for a while. Ishaan rolled over and spooned her from behind. His hard length poking her from behind.
” Just a quickie and I won’t disturb you baby ” he pleaded, squinting his eyes that almost melt her. Pari turned facing him and Ishaan hovered her smooching her neck while his hands busy discarding his clothes.
Soon enough her clothes joined his and he was devouring her. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as kept pounding into her. Pari moaned every time he hit her deep and their bodies were flushed together, their lips met in a fervent kiss.
Ishaan grunt feeling her walls around him. Their bodies moved in a rhythm of their own and their moans filled the room.
They reached their high and fell asleep instantly as the exhaustion took over them.
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