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He whispered in her ear as she slept, “Tomorrow is the day my little one.”

The garden was strewn with bright yellow flowers. The mandabam was ready. The green carpet was laid out with chairs for the guests. The chairs had a little handwritten note from the bride and groom. There were diyas everywhere. There was a tiny corner cut off for the guests with pets to leave their animals during the ceremony. The lighting was dim as soon the sun would make her presence felt. Since it was winter, they had a little more time in the twilight. The bright mix of colours at an Indian wedding slowly came alive when the guests in their wedding attire streamed in. The Asiatic lilies on the floor brought out the red colour of the wedding pandal. The mridangam and the flute were being played softly in the background. The wedding had begun.

The petite bride herself was nowhere to be seen. Her brother and sister were caught up in ensuring the frown on their mother’s face didn’t deepen. Dressed in a purple shirt and black trousers, the groom was seated impatiently on the mandabam. The bride’s family had spent a few weeks meticulously planning the day, in hope that it would be glitch free.

As the colours of the sky slowly morphed, the pujari gestured to the father of the bride to hasten. They had to start immediately. A few chants and exchange of promises later, the bride was called. She walked in a traditional green saree with golden borders looking anything but demure. She smiled at her husband-to-be who was relieved to see her. “You showed up,” he mocked. “Unfortunately,” she replied. They both laughed as the ceremony proceeded. She was asked to be seated on her father’s lap. “Before the sun rises you both should tie the knot and exchange rings,” said the pujari. A soft drumming filled the air as he tied the mangalsutra. They promptly exchanged gold bands after.

In less than twenty minutes, they were officially husband and wife. She turned to him and whispered with a smirk, “The society officially legitimises our relationship.” “Oh. Look at you being political correct,” he responded with a laugh.

They had wanted to be married in a courtroom with people they loved as witness. Over several protests from both the traditional families, the couple had resorted to a quick and uncomplicated wedding at the crack of dawn. Keeping it simple was of utmost importance to them as they wanted minimum expenditure and stress. It seemed the right choice. After all, they even wanted to save up for a romantic and extended honeymoon.

“Finally. It is over,” he said. “Ha. Some would say, it is only just beginning,” she smirked. “This was a mere formality to start living together. Our beginning was many years ago,” he smiled as he pulled his newly-wed wife close.

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