The night glowed with fairy lights and music. Dhol beats filled the air as laughter, dancing, and swirling dupattas took over the courtyard. The smell of flowers and warm food mixed with excitement, and under the open sky, joy felt endless. The wedding had begun. ✨

Yet the bride sat quietly, lost in thought. Tomorrow, she would marry someone she had always known—someone familiar, kind, close. Too close. In her heart, he still lived in the space of a friend, not a husband, and that truth weighed heavier than her jewellery.

As the night grew deeper, the laughter around her softened, turning into distant echoes. The bride watched from the edge of the celebration, her hands resting on her lap, henna still fresh and dark. Everyone else seemed certain—about joy, about tomorrow, about forever.

everyone went outside to invite the honored groom and family

the best friends were excited to officially becoming family

But there was a uneasy feeling going on with the groom and bride that was gone unnoticed by the people around them

Suddenly, Latika and janvi pushed him towards the room Aishy was in and closed the door from outside

the room was filled with silence as both of them were confused about what to talk. as the room's atmosphere was getting intense Aishy broke the silence by telling him to sit

He comes and sits on the other side of the bed and Aishy on the other both of them were not facing each other

She inhaled sharply, as if gathering courage she wasn’t sure she had.

She was almost there when fingers wrapped around her wrist, pulling her back— not harshly, but enough to make her pause.

As soon as farhan said those words Aishy felt relief and without her knowing she was hugging farhan

[don't mind the heavy dress]

❗Just an explanation❗

Neither of them truly saw the other as a husband or a wife.

They were classmates once—faces known, names familiar, feelings undefined. Their families had grown close long before either of them understood why. Two elder sisters, inseparable best friends, had stitched the bond so tightly that marriage felt less like a choice and more like a natural conclusion everyone else had already agreed upon. For the bride, it had all begun long before the wedding—on her very first day of UG. That was the first time she saw him: her sister’s friend’s brother. The one everyone spoke about in lowered voices, the one labelled very handsome, the one who apparently received proposals as casually as compliments. She barely had time to notice any of that.

Because the first thing she felt was irritation.

But their first meet wasn't pleasant for her as her mother told her to sit at the back seat instead of in front seat. Then came the praise—endless, effortless—spoken with a warmth usually reserved for her own children. “He’s just like my son,” her mother said, smiling proudly. Each word pressed against her patience.

and it worsen When her best friend Kirti leaned in and whispered about how attractive he was, how lucky she was just to be near him, something in her snapped—not jealousy, not shyness, but anger.

A quiet, stubborn kind. She refused to look at him properly, refused to acknowledge the attention orbiting around him. If there was a crush waiting to happen, it died right there—buried under comparisons, assumptions, and a role she never asked to play.

back to present ♦️

The wedding celebration has begun and everyone starts to enjoy

but two hearts were in still in a confusion.