"Faith makes all things possible. Love makes all things easy."
                                   - Dwight Moody

Misha's POV:

We all have a few days in our life that are very special to us, filled with new happiness, hope, and a chance for something better. One of these significant days is the day of our marriage.

I always thought of marriage as a crucial day for me. However, today, on the day of my marriage, I don't feel the expected joy. There are no positive vibes. Despite everyone in the hall appearing happy, my concern revolves around Varun. Is he happy?

Amidst my inner turmoil, I sought solace and found only my parents capable of providing it. I glanced to my right, where Mom stood with her sisters, wearing a radiant smile. Dad was absent, probably busy attending to the guests. He had spared no effort in making every arrangement a fortune. A dream. Understandable, considering I'm his only daughter! He did everything to make me happy, yet here I am, standing confused beside the man I always loved.

I looked at Mom again, and our eyes met. She gestured for me to smile. I managed a smile, but it lacked sincerity. I'm disturbed, and faking it is proving challenging.

"You are marrying the man you always loved, girl. What is wrong with you? Smile!" Siddhi whispered while pretending to fix my hair.

"Yeah," I replied.

Of course, I am marrying the man I always loved, but is he genuinely happy with this marriage? Is he truly ready?

Everything happened so fast. Due to unforeseen circumstances, the marriage took place in less than three weeks since Varun initially told me to cancel it. When I learned that Varun changed his decision and was ready, I was overjoyed. It felt like a burden had been lifted. Little did I know that happiness would be the source of my current worry.

I regret not talking to Varun about it when I should have. When I discovered that Varun had agreed to this marriage, I was happy but also worried, even scared. Scared because I considered it a dream that would end once I woke up, and I was not ready for that. This is why I didn't talk to him. How did I become so selfish?

As the marriage was about to start, we stood in the center of the stage. Honestly, it felt as if we were mannequins—still, not talking. Forget talking; I doubt Varun even glanced at me. Speaking of myself, I did look at him when I came on stage, but that was the first and last time. After what I have done, I don't think I can look into his eyes. Why? Why this selfishness? I need to get out of here! I gestured Siddhi the same, and she gave me an odd look but complied.

"What is wrong with you?" she asked the moment we stepped into my room.

"All of this is wrong. This marriage should not happen. I betrayed Varun. I ended something before it even started."

"Stop, stop, stop. What are you talking about?" Siddhi said and sat in front of me.

"You didn't betray him. He agreed to this marriage," she stated.

"What if he didn't?" I asked.

"So you want to say that it was a lie?" she asked back.

"Maybe or maybe not, but I should have talked with him."

"You did!"

"Just once. I should have tried again," I said, but she clearly gave me a look that said I'm talking rubbish.

"Listen, I don't know what has happened to you, but please stop all this. You didn't do anything wrong," she said and made me get up.

"Wipe your tears, fix your makeup, and come downstairs with me."

"But..." She cut me off before I could complete my sentence.

"Get ready, and..." This time her sentence was cut off by a knock on the door. Who is here now? I guess mom. She must have gotten worried.

"I will get it," she said and went to open the door. I was not able to see the person, but I saw Siddhi requesting something. Soon, she closed the door and came back to me. She even helped me fix my makeup.

"Someone's here to meet you," she said once she was done.

"Who?" I asked but didn't get any reply.

"Don't do something stupid," she said and went out of the room. The door opened, and I was finally able to see the person who came to meet me.

After one hour, all the rituals were done, and we were declared as a married couple. Soulmates? Everyone cheered for us, and the joyous atmosphere enveloped the room. They looked so happy, just as I was. I'm married. Mrs. Misha Varun Jaisinghani. Wow!

Siddhi came over, offering her congratulations with an enthusiastic hug. "Congratulations," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Thank you," I replied, reciprocating the hug. Siddhi also extended her congratulations to Varun with a handshake. I wished I could gauge his reaction, but amidst the celebratory chaos, it remained a mystery.

Our family and friends showered us with blessings, and my parents looked genuinely elated. There was nothing that could have made me happier. I felt truly blessed.

Amidst the jubilation, I couldn't help but wonder about the decision to marry Varun. Was it the right one, or was it a choice that might lead to unforeseen consequences? Will I be able to navigate the complexities of this marriage successfully, or will it become a regret?

As I pondered these questions, I reminded myself that whatever is meant to be, will be. For now, I decided to immerse myself in the celebration and cherish this moment. After all, it's my big day!

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage." - Lao Tzu

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