The streets outside the wedding venue glowed like a festival—strings of fairy lights, marigold garlands, and the steady beat of the dhol announcing the arrival of the Singhania baraat. The air was thick with music, laughter, and the scent of fresh flowers.

Every member of the Singhania family was out on the road, dancing without a hint of restraint. Jay twirled Kiara in his arms as she giggled, little Krish sitting on his father Riaan's shoulders while Paridhi cheering them , clapping to the beat. Aman and Sandhya danced in perfect sync, Shourya and Tanushree adding a dramatic spin in the middle, while Sanaya, in her glittering lehenga, pulled  Ahaan  into the groove.

Abhimanyu and Akriti , couldn't resist the beats of Gallan Goodiyaan, while Naksh and Raiansh led a young brigade that took over the centre, showing off moves to London Thumakda.

And then, right in the heart of the crowd there was Kabir. The groom himself, laughing as his cousins dragged him into the dance. He didn't hold back spinning, tapping his feet, shoulders bouncing to the rhythm. Yatharth and Yug grabbed a dhol stick from the player, beating along with the music as the baraat roared in approval.

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Kabir stood tall in an ivory-white heavy groom's sherwani, the gold embroidery catching the soft glow of the mandap lights. His eyes, however, weren't on the guests or the rituals, they were fixed on the entrance, waiting for her.

And then she appeared.

Kashish, draped in a breathtaking red bridal lehenga, the long veil trailing behind her like a river of silk and dreams. Her bridesmaids surrounded her, her bridal veil drawn forward like a ghungat covered her face just so. She entered with the bridal entry song going in Background Named "Kudmayi "

Every gaze in the hall turned to her. Some guests smiled warmly, others wiped away tears. In the front rows, her mother's eyes shimmered with emotion her chachi, grandmother, sister, bhabhis, and Jiya all mirrored the same sentiment pride, love, and that bittersweet ache of letting go.

As she moved forward, she stepped beneath the phoolon ki chadar, a delicate canopy of flowers held proudly by her brothers Samrath, Shivansh, Abhir, Dhruv, joined by her jiju Rishi and her dear friend Aryan.

Through the veil, her eyes kept finding Kabir. And Kabir he hadn't looked away for even a heartbeat.

When she emerged from beneath the chadar, her father, Ranveer, stepped forward. His hand trembled slightly as he placed hers into Kabir's, a gesture heavy with trust and blessing.

Kabir's fingers closed gently but firmly around hers. They stood there, just for a second, silently acknowledging the moment.

He led her into the center of the mandap. Then, with slow reverence, Kabir lifted the veil from her face. Gasps and applause filled the air as her radiant face came into view.

Ivaan and Yatharth stepped forward, each carrying a garland. Kashish took hers first, and Kabir without hesitation bowed his head slightly, bending forward so she could place it over him.

Then, taking his garland, Kabir placed it gently over her, his fingers adjusting the veil at her shoulder. 

After the garland ceremony, their eyes lingered on each other. Kabir's faint smile met Kashish's shy one, and in that moment, they didn't just see a bride and groom, they saw a lifetime.

Then, still holding each other's hands, they turned toward their family and guests. The golden lights caught the joy on their faces as blessings, applause, and warm cheers filled the air.

The mandap glowed under the soft shimmer of marigold garlands and crystal strings swaying gently in the night breeze. Kabir and Kashish took their seats side by side, the sacred fire flickering between them. Panditji's chants rose and fell like an ancient hymn that had been waiting centuries for them.

Akriti and Abhimanyu, proud yet misty-eyed, sat in the front row. Kiara clung to Nandini's arm, whispering questions about each ritual. Aman and Sandhya exchanged knowing smiles, while Riaan, Arohi, Alia, and Ivaan stood close, watching their cousin step into a new life.

Kashish's father, Ranveer Diwan, placed her hand into Kabir's. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke the vows of giving his daughter away "Aaj se meri beti tumhari amanat hai." Anvi Diwan wiped her tears, while Kabir squeezed Kashish's hand in a silent promise of care and protection.

The Singhania men Yug, Yatharth, Raiansh, Shourya stood , almost like an unspoken wall of strength. 

The protective circle of Kashish's brothers Samrath, Shivansh, Abhir, and Dhruv—was unmistakable. Samrath made sure the priest had everything ready, Shivansh stayed alert near the stage , Abhir managed the flow of guests toward the mandap, and Dhruv... well, Dhruv quietly recorded every little moment on his phone, determined to capture memories for life. Jiya Aryan watching their best friend getting married. 

Her sister Sayoni sat just beside the bride, occasionally leaning in to check her comfort, her own eyes reflecting pride and love. Her bhabhis Soumya, Prisha, and Nurvi worked like an unspoken team, handling flower showers,  and giving Kashish warm, sisterly winks in between rituals.

Kashish's Chacha and Chachi Raghav and Natasha were involved, standing just behind the elders during the kanyadaan, where Raghav's hands lightly resting on Ranveer's shoulders, 

The sacred gatbandhan tying the scarf of the groom to the bride's dupatta—was carried out with utmost devotion by Kabir's sisters, Ishika and Sanaya. Their hands were steady but their eyes were mischievous, whispering inside jokes to Kashish while tightening the knot just a little extra, "So you can't run away now," Ishika teased softly.

Kashish's grandparents, Angad and Vaidehi, sat with dignified warmth, blessing the couple with every mantra recited.

The priest called for the pheras, and as Kabir and Kashish began their seven rounds, every corner of the mandap seemed to breathe with blessings, family voices echoing softly, camera flashes catching moments destined to be framed, the holy fire crackling as if it too rejoiced in their union.

Diya, Tanushri, Paridhi, Piyali,  seated closest to the mandap.

As the pheras was going Naksh leaned towards Rhea, and he said "Next is our time, you know." Rhea, with her signature sassy tilt of the chin, smirked, "Then start rehearsing, Mr. Singhania. I'm not letting you look this smug without earning it."

Kabir filled Kashish's maang with sindoor, the entire family leaned forward, hearts swelling. The red line gleamed against her forehead marking her as his, for life. The mangalsutra rested warm against her skin, its gold beads catching the firelight.

The priest called for the wedding , every corner of the mandap seemed to breathe with blessings family voices echoing softly, camera flashes catching moments destined to be framed, the holy fire crackling as if it too rejoiced in their union.

The family close friends and guests showered rose petals on them.

They bent to touch the feet of every elders who placed their hands on their heads with a prayer for a long, happy life. Abhimanyu and Akriti blessed them, followed by Ranveer Avni, their eyes reflecting both joy and nostalgia.

Kabir and Kashish's post wedding photos. 

The sacred fire had died down to a gentle glow, and the pandit's chants were replaced by soft laughter and murmurs from guests. Kabir and Kashish sat side by side on the mandap couch, finally breathing in the quiet after hours of rituals.

Of course, that peace didn't last long.

The Singhania young couples and the Gen-Z brigade swarmed in, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Jay grinned first, leaning down towards Kabir. "Welcome to the clan, Kabir. No refunds, no returns."

Shourya, smirking, added, "And remember, the golden rule—keep 'sorry' and 'yes, as you say' on loop."
Kabir chuckled, and Kashish shook her head—both fully aware there'd be no escaping the teasing today.

Even the ever-composed Raiansh couldn't resist. "Careful, Kabir... at this rate, Kashish might just start charging you for all the staring," he said, eyes glinting. Kabir raised an eyebrow. "Raiansh, I thought you'd be on my side in this family." Raiansh smirked. "Oh, I am but watching you blush is far too entertaining to stop." Before Kabir could answer, Piyali smirked. "There's only one side for you now, Kabir and that's Kashish's."

The mature one Diya stepped forward, hands on her hips. "Alright, no more teasing , she began only to grin and finish, "but Kashish, welcome to the chaos of the Singhania bahus."

The quiet and gentle Tanushri suddenly joined in with a mock glare at Kabir. "Now I don't need to prepare your perfect coffee after hospital duty. My job is done—thank you, Kashish."

The ever-funny Riaan rubbed his chin dramatically. "Till date, Paridhi and I were the romantic couple of the Singhania family... but looking at you two blush, I think you're stealing our title."

Paridhi nudged him. "Then we'll just have to work harder on our romance, won't we, Riaan?"
Laughter rippled through the group.

That's when Naksh, hand in Rhea's, made a dramatic entrance. "What's going on here? Fun and laughter without me?"

Shourya shot back instantly. "We'll include you when you both take a break from your romance long enough to notice us." Rhea rolled her eyes but smiled, squeezing Naksh's hand tighter.

Finally, Yug strolled in, his arm casually guiding an elegant young woman towards the couple.
"Bhabhi, meet my friend—this is Dr. Stasha Malhotra. Junior Resident in Gynecology at our hospital, currently doing her MS."

Stasha offered a confident, poised handshake. "Congratulations to both of you." Kashish rose gracefully from her seat, hugging Stasha warmly, her intuition picking up that this woman might be someone special to Yug.

Before the moment could turn too formal, Riaan's voice rang out again, this time aimed squarely at Yug. "Beta, ab ye friendship zara official bhi kar do. Abhimanyu chachu aur Akriti chachi ko batane ka mauka aa gaya hai." The group erupted in laughter, and even Yug shook his head, hiding a smile. ("Dear, now make this friendship a little official. The time has come to tell Abhimanyu chachu and Akriti chachi.")

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At 11 pm the wedding got over with soft teasing blessing and delicious food. the family guest and the newly wedded couple sat calmly now the wedding rituals got over. all are sitting udnder fairy lights. now all are wearing a western cloths and comBy 11 p.m., the wedding had come to a graceful close — wrapped in soft teasing, heartfelt blessings, and the lingering taste of delicious food. With all the rituals behind them, the family, guests, and the newly wedded couple settled into a calmer rhythm.

Under a canopy of fairy lights, the grand lawns of the farmhouse felt almost magical. Laughter mingled with the gentle night breeze, and everyone had traded their wedding finery for comfortable, stylish western clothes.

Kabir and Kashish sat close, their hands brushing now and then, stealing quiet glances at each other. Then, almost as if on cue, the familiar melody of Pehli Nazar Mein began to play. Kabir stood, offering his hand to her with a small smile that needed no words. She placed her hand in his, and together they stepped into the soft glow of the lights, swaying slowly, eyes locked. They both danced on the song Peheli nazar Mein.

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The post-wedding party was in full swing, soft golden lights glowed over the lawn, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. 

Suddenly, Abhimanyu Singhania rose from his seat. His tall, dignified frame drew everyone's attention as he walked toward the stage, a warm smile on his face and a hint of emotion in his eyes. Taking the mic in his hand, he paused for a moment, letting the room fall into a respectful silence.

"Kabir..." he began, his voice steady but thick with feeling, "you've grown up too fast, son. Seems like just yesterday you were running around the house, tugging at my stethoscope, asking me if you could be a 'doctor like Papa.' From that little boy with big dreams... to a respected neurosurgeon, saving lives every day. And today, standing here as a married man... my heart is full."

His gaze then shifted to Kashish, and a warm smile curved his lips. "Kashish, from the moment we met you, we knew you were special. Your grace, your kindness, the light you bring into every room—it's a blessing to have you as a daughter-in-law. But more than that, you are now my daughter. Welcome to the Singhania family, beta."

The guests broke into a soft round of applause, some smiling through moist eyes. Kabir reached over and squeezed his father's hand in gratitude, while Kashish bowed her head slightly, her eyes shimmering, feeling truly at home.

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As the bidai ceremony was scheduled for tomorrow, right after the post-wedding party, the grand celebrations slowly wound down. One by one, the family guests drifted away to their respective rooms, the echo of laughter still lingering in the night air.

Tomorrow, the Singhanias and Diwans would head to Shimla, carrying the glow of the grand wedding with them. But tonight, tonight belonged to Kabir and Kashish.

Their cousins, unable to resist one last round of mischief, escorted the newlyweds toward their room with playful nudges and knowing winks.
"Careful, bhai," Raiansh called out, grinning, "don't trip over the rose petals on the floor."
"And don't spend all night admiring the decorations," Naksh added slyly, earning a groan from Kabir.

The door to their newly decorated room stood open, fragrant with fresh flowers, the soft flicker of candles painting golden shadows. It was their first night together as husband and wife—and the teasing from outside only made the moment sweeter.

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