A girl sitting on a chair wore bangles in her hand and then buzzed them in front of her face, which adore a beautiful smile on her face. She opened her almond-shaped eyes to apply minimal mascara, curled a hair strand, wore a nath and applies a bindi on her forehead. She wasn't getting ready, she was preparing herself, to become the most beautiful today, after all it was her day, she was getting a bride to be.

A female voice struck her ear chords, "Khushi! Taiyaari ho gayi bacche?"

She jumped from the seat, was about to fall as was clad in a beautiful white and red lehenga, "Ha masi! I am ready", with a beautiful smile said Khushi and then when masi looked at her she skimmed out.

The smile automatically flaunts on Garima's face, "Nazar na lage", and applied a little bit of kohl on the back side of her ear lobe.

Payal said, "Oho! Ma, ab to hain na Khushi ke wo... kisi ki nazar nahi lagne denge"

Khushi blushed and Garima eyed her daughter, "Payaliya tum bhi, look at him, kahi unhi ka nazar na lag jaye meri Khushi ko"

"Uffo Masi! Why are you getting worried, nazar lage mere dushman ko...aur koi nazar lagayega bhi to uski chutti kardungi", she became a gundi and winked.

Payal laughed and taunted her as gundi, to which Khushi the apple of eye of the family made face and then joined to laugh with her elder sister.

When the same time a girl came, "Panditji is calling Khushi, the dulha ji are waiting for her from a long time"

"Besabar ho rahe hain", Payal teased her.

And took her to the mandap of the wedding and helped her to sit on the next stool so that all the ceremony of the wedding can be done. She was so happy to be a bride, a veil was on her face as per ritual and as per the promise, she joined her hand with her to be husband and took seven circles and vows, when the same time the dulha after performing all the rituals removed his sehra and try to look at her.

"Angad! Tum bhi na", she blushed and lowered her eyes.

Capt.Angad Verma, the groom and now the husband of Khushi Gupta, corrected to be Khushi Verma being naughtily not in a mood to show her mesmerizingly beautiful face, didn't pulled up the veil.

"Khushi, what are you doing yaar, pehle...shadi ke pehle nahi ab shadi ke baad bhi nahi?", Angad complained and she kept teasing him, "wait for sometime fir to mujhe hi dekhna hai"

Angad fell down his face, "When in the Christmas ya marne ke baad?"

"Shut up Angad! Don't be try to stupid", she objected and was about to show her face when the strict bua of Angad came and whispered in her ear, "Bahurani! Tanik to sharam rakho".

She apologized to her in a sorry and left with Payal to get ready for the reception.

After two hours, the reception stage was ready and Garima, picking Angad's finger took him to the stage, and after putting kohl behind his ear, she allowed sitting him on the couch.

He was waiting for his bride, who didn't came yet but his best friend and the camera man of the night Arnav Singh Raizada entered the venue. He is one of the best photographer in the country and Angad wanted him to capture at least the reception photographs by him.

He hugged Arnav, "Nannav ke bacche! Where were you in the morning ceremony? I mean the wedding ceremony"

"I am so sorry, I was busy, di ki delivery honey wali hai...kaam...ghar...ghar...kam", he explained this to him and said sorry.

Angad took a sigh and hit his shoulder, "family man haan! Tum civilians kitna acche se apni family ko lookout kar sakte ho, especially the people like you who are so dedicated to the family",

"Haan! Par I am not the odd one sab karte hain", he replied back to Angad.

Angad looked down and said, "sab nahi karte yaar"

"Matlab?", Arnav didn't recognize and Angad pointed towards his father, "he too was a civilian, he had a family. He didn't.", said Angad with moist eyes.

"I am sorry!", apologized Arnav and to changed the topic he said, "where is your aham aham?"

Angad laughed at his antics and explained, "Her name is Khushi and..", he took a pause and said, "there she is"

Arnav looked at the stairs from where the Khushi was coming at Angad's instructions or we can say wish, he wanted his reception to be normal, without any veil, apart from the not so long lasting rituals of his and Khushi's family.

Looking at Khushi, Arnav automatically murmured, "beautiful", he couldn't stop saying this.

"Hai na! par meri hai", he winked.

"Yes", teri hai.

Arnav left the stage and kept looking at the Khushi, who was sitting nearby to Angad. She was a beautiful bride he has had ever seen. The innocence and the purity of her smile making him feel her fragrance. He couldn't stop gazing him at her.

She was a beautiful bride, but not his.

He captured loads of dynamic and magnificent pictures of her, even random pictures were making her beautiful. He unclipped the chip and handed over to Angad who said, "develop them yaar, ab to milte rahenge. Khushi se bhi to milana hai"

"Khushi!", called Angad and she looked at back.

Angad introduced his best friend with his wife. Arnav unknowingly forwarded his hand to shake it, she too shook, he felt as that her fragrance will always be there in his life, forever, and he left.

After the party the suhagrat was organized for Angad and Khushi, Khushi was sitting on the middle of the bed. Angad jumped on it to lift the veil up and he was about to kiss him when the same time his door knocked.

He opened the door and asked, "Kya hua Shivani?", he asked his sister.

"Bhaiya! Headoffice se call hai", she informed him.

"Hello!", and he heard all the stuff what the other side of the phone was telling to him, no, instructing him.

"Kya hua Angad?", his mother asked.

"I have to leave right now, order hai, war zone ho sakta hai", he answered which she heard and a tear fell down from her eyes.