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I know I've been delaying the updates a lot lately, but please bear with me for just a few more weeks.

I really need a little time to adjust to the situations that keep popping up and turning into major chaos.

Life's legitttt a mess right now!!

Also, since the chapter is getting super long - the final Wedding Party part will come next!!

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I'll be uploading spoilers there too, especially for those who can't follow me on Instagram.

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•Haldi or daily soap??•
▪︎Author's Pov▪︎

The venue for their Haldi ceremony was already a vision straight out of a dream. The theme, of course, was yellow-radiant, joyful, and full of life. The morning sun cast a golden hue over the garden, as if even the sky had adorned itself in shades of turmeric to bless the couple. The Haldi ceremony had begun, and everything-from the breeze to the bursts of laughter-felt dipped in warmth and celebration.

Bright marigold garlands swayed gently in the breeze, strung across the canopy like curtains of sunshine. Colorful drapes in hues of mustard, orange, and ivory framed the open space, while soft yellow cushions and mattresses added a cozy charm. In the center stood a small wooden swing, adorned with jasmine strings and flowing fabric, awaiting the arrival of the glowing bride and the blushing groom.

And then, all eyes turned as Amaira entered, her almost-hubby by her side, clearly unable to take his eyes off her. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he looked at his already wifey with pure adoration.

Salvatore stood in the crowd, smiling proudly, while Amaira's brothers stood beside their wives, watching with fondness. The younger ones stood a little behind, eyes wide with admiration for the glowing couple. Her uncles and aunts let out soft "awws," their hearts melting at the sight, while her grandparents exchanged a warm glance, reminiscing about their own son's Haldi ceremony years ago.

The couple made their way to the swing-a wooden seat draped in jasmine and soft fabric, big enough for four, but Ashvik made no effort to keep distance. He sat close, his arm wrapped protectively around Amaira's waist, the other resting casually on his thigh. He wasn't letting her go-not even for a second.

They were dressed in traditional attire, but with a touch of elegance only they could carry. Amaira wore a yellow lehenga with a sheer net overlay, scattered with tiny stars and finished with a bold border. Her full-sleeved blouse had a unique central design, and her hair was tucked softly behind her ears, left open to fall gracefully down her back. Adorned in delicate white and yellow floral jewelry, she looked nothing short of a goddess.

Ashvik matched her vibe in a yellow kurta embroidered with bold star patterns, paired with crisp white pajamas and a flowing yellow chunni. His hair was perfectly set, and his full-sleeved kurta couldn't hide the veins on his hands that rested so effortlessly-almost possessively-beside his bride.

Both their outfits were designed by none other than Ethan, and of course, they were nothing less than perfection.

"Let's start the ceremony." Aditi exclaimed, making the ladies smile at her, as Amaira's Nonna gestured to the staff to bring the turmeric paste and begin the rituals.