The house felt different that morning.
Not louder.
Not quieter.
Just… certain.
Aditi stood near the balcony of her parents’ home, phone pressed to her ear, listening as voices overlapped behind her—laughter, debate, excitement spilling freely.
Inside, the families were no longer discussing if.
They were discussing how.
The Venue Decision
“We need space,” Vikram Malhotra said firmly.
“Not just for guests—this wedding needs to breathe.”
Raghavan Iyer nodded.
“Aditi likes open spaces. Natural light.”
Arjun glanced toward Aditi instinctively, even though she wasn’t in the room.
“What about the heritage resort near the backwaters?” Meera suggested.
“Traditional, private, elegant.”
Silence followed.
Then smiles.
“That’s it,” Arjun said simply.
The venue was decided—not just with logic, but with her in mind.
Cousins, Siblings & Dance Wars
In another corner of the house, chaos had already begun.
“We’re doing a group dance,” Nisha announced, phone in hand.
“No,” Rohit argued.
“Couples performance first. Drama matters.”
Arjun’s cousin Riya clapped.
“Why not both? This is a wedding, not a debate club!”
Someone played music.
Someone else started dancing immediately.
Arjun’s younger cousin attempted a dramatic spin and nearly knocked over a chair.
“Wedding in two weeks,” Rohit declared.
“We start rehearsals tonight.”
Aditi laughed softly from the doorway.
She had never imagined herself in the middle of something so… full.
Arrival of the Matriarch
The house grew still when the car arrived.
Arjun straightened instinctively.
His grandmother, Savitri Devi Malhotra, stepped out slowly—silver hair neatly tied, eyes sharp despite her age.
She had come all the way from the village.
“For this,” she said, gripping Arjun’s hand.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
When Aditi bent to touch her feet, Savitri Devi cupped her face gently.
“So this is the girl,” she said.
“The one who made my grandson calm.”
Aditi smiled, eyes misting.
“Yes,” the old woman nodded.
“This will be a good marriage.”
The World Finds Out
Later that evening, the fathers sat together—serious, composed.
“It’s time,” Vikram said.
“We inform the media. Before rumors start writing their own stories.”
Raghavan agreed.
“This is not a business merger. This is family.”
The announcement was simple.
Respectful.
Clear.
Arjun Malhotra and Aditi Iyer to be married.
When Arjun saw the news on his phone, he didn’t feel exposed.
He felt proud.
Across the room, Aditi looked up at the same moment.
Their eyes met.
A smile passed between them.
Quiet. Steady.
The kind that said—
There’s no going back now.
And neither of them wanted to.
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