🌸 Part 1: “The First Time You Heard His Name…”

It was a warm winter afternoon. You weren’t looking for anything — it was just a family wedding.

The kind of event where you dress up, smile at distant relatives, and sneak selfies with your cousins.

You stepped into the garden, wearing something pastel — the color that always makes you feel calm and pretty.

The sunlight touched your hair just right. That’s when you saw him.

Not flashy. Not loud.

Just… calm.

He was speaking politely to an elder, standing straight, sleeves folded up. You noticed the way he listened. The way he smiled with just his eyes.

Later, your cousin whispered, “Oh that’s Shaurya… He just came back from Singapore. Mom’s trying to fix him up with someone from the groom’s side.”

You pretended not to care. But his name? It stayed with you.

Shaurya.

It felt strong. Safe. Familiar.

The kind of name that you’d want to say softly in the dark, or save in your phone with a little heart emoji.

And somehow — by the second day — you two were standing near the buffet table, talking about nothing and everything.

Your laughter blended with the music.

He didn’t ask for your number. He just said, “You’ll be here tomorrow too, right?”

You were.

And so was he.

That’s how it began.

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💌 Part 2: “The Day He Asked You…”

Weeks passed. Quiet calls turned into long night conversations.

Your ringtone — his name with a little heart — lit up your screen more than anyone else's.

You told yourself it was just friendship.

But every time he said “take care,” it felt like a hug.

Then one rainy evening , he messaged,

“Let’s go for coffee?”

You said yes.

But it wasn’t a café. He took you to a rooftop — fairy lights, chai in kulhad, soft indian music playing.

You laughed, “This isn’t coffee!”

He smiled.

“I know. But this is us.”

Then, without much drama, he pulled out a small silver ring tied with a red thread.

“I don’t know about big speeches. But I know this —

Life makes sense when I’m with you.

Will you marry me ?”

You couldn’t speak. You just nodded.

And he tied the thread on your wrist before slipping the ring on your finger.

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👰 Part 3: “The Wedding Day…”

The wedding was like something out of your Pinterest board.

Ivory mandap. Soft shehnai in the air.

Your lehenga — pastel blush with gold embroidery — sparkled under fairy lights and laughter.

You weren’t nervous. You were ready.

As your dad walked you down the aisle, he whispered, “You look just like your mom did… except braver.”

He stood under the mandap, not blinking.

When your eyes met his, the world blurred.

Your cousins giggled. Your aunt cried. The wind picked up.

But all you could feel was the weight of his gaze steady, proud, in love.

During the pheras, he leaned close and whispered:

“Whatever comes next — I’m on your side. Always.”

After the final mantra, as the world showered flowers…

And he whispered,

“Welcome home, My Peace.”