As Hasan had requested, they didn't get him a gold ring. But obviously, they couldn't get silver and so opt for platinum. Aryaman excitedly selected the ring and was enthusiastic about his daughter's wedding. Abhinav was skeptical.

"This gold and silk thing is bullshit. I have seen so many Muslim men wearing gold chains and rings. Look at Shahrukh Khan, he wears a gold ring." He expressed himself to Minal. She agreed with him.

"I think he is a bloody gold digger." He further added.

Anaisha decided to wear Sehrish's ring as her engagement ring. No one interfered with her decision. Hasan's fake kundali, which suited them, was made with the name Hridhaan. Their marriage date was for next month. Anahita Devi made Abhinav in charge of getting their cards printed and also digital invites to go to their NRI relatives. He grumpily accepted. His fingers itched to have Hasan printed but he didn't have courage and so backed out.

Hasan and Anaisha's engagement was a private affair, with only the Singhaniya's present. Aryaman liked Hasan and after their interaction, he realized they had met earlier in college.

"I hope you don't mind what my daughter did then." Aryaman looked apologetically.

Hasan shook his head and smiled gently, - " What she did was wrong, but she regrets it so it is okay, sir."

Aryaman caressed his head and blessed him. Abhinav was now even more suspicious. Was this man getting married to Anaisha for revenge?

After the engagement, Anahita Devi announced that Anaisha won't be staying in that apartment till their wedding. Anaisha was worried because Sehrish will be alone. She wanted to disagree with Dadisa, but Hasan stopped her.

"Sehrish's Mama and Mami are coming from London next week. Just take time for one week." He informed.

Much to Dadisa's dismay, Aryaman agreed to the request. 

Soon, Singhaniya's NRI relatives began to pour in. They were shocked at the sudden announcement of the wedding, and more so because Anahita Devi chose an orphan for her only granddaughter's marriage. He wasn't one of the elites but a simple College Professor.

To shut their yapping mouths, Anahita Devi lied that this man will be their ghar-jamai. Many still weren't convinced, some went on to label Hridhaan Chauhan as a gold digger. Abhinav was very much miffed and didn't understand why his grandmother purposefully got them into this situation.

"It is better they mug up what we feed them rather than find the truth. They will talk and eventually calm down. But if they know the truth, they might ostracize us."

The pre-wedding ceremony began in the Singhaniya's mansion. No matter what the atmosphere was, Aryaman was happy knowing his daughter wasn't being forced into marrying against her wish. He didn't want her to live like him- suffocated in one's own house, with one own's people. Aryaman also felt the emotional thinking of Kairavi. Anaisha was very much like her, beautiful wheatish skin with delicate features.

He requested he is present at his daughter's haldi function. Aryaman admired her in all yellow. Anaisha pretended to be happy and smiled widely to make sure everyone was convinced about her decision to marry Hasan was out of love. For her Haldi function, she chose a yellow crop top, shimmering loose sleeveless shrug, and yellow dhoti. Her hair was tied in a quick bun. She was a person, who preferred to stay away from other people's touch. But this time, she let her cousins have their way as they smeared her with yellow paste. They laughed and chattered around her. Though, it made her ears bleed she kept a wide grin. The only saving grace was the presence of Shambhavi. She was emotional too and sat beside her niece. She thought of Kairavi and how her sister wanted a grand wedding with Aryaman, but sadly. Shambhavi was happy for Anaisha, but deep down she knew all this was fake. Nevertheless, she wanted to enjoy her niece's wedding.

Anahita Devi walked into her room with a butler and gestured him to open the wardrobe, which he did. Then, with her walking stick, she tapped on the few suitcases in the lowest rack of the cupboard. He removed it and deep inside there was a cobweb-covered suitcase. The butler pulled it out and cleaned it, then placed it on the posh bed. Anahita Devi asked him to leave. After he walked out, she closed and locked the door. Slowly, she limped towards the bed and sat on the velvety bed. Her hands trembled as she unzipped the bag and flipped it open. She coughed because of the dust. After a moment, she dipped her hands inside and pulled out a leather diary. Her wrinkled hands still trembled as she gently opened them. As soon as she opened it, few photographs fell from inside. Looking at it, even one glance, after what seemed like an eternity, made her break down and she silently sobbed.

On their wedding day, the baraat was only Hasan in his red Volkswagen beetle. It was scattered with red roses and jasmine flowers. Anahita Devi shifted uncomfortably as everyone around her gasped and murmured.

Abhinav was placated that Hasan had worn the beige embroidery sherwani and the ready-made turban, along with emerald beaded three-layer chain, that he had given him a day before the wedding. Hasan adjusted the pinkish dupatta, that came along with the sherwani over his shoulder and glanced at Abhinav, as though asking him if he was okay. Abhinav reflexively smiled but quickly fixed his expressions. He placed the dupatta neatly over his arm so that the delicate beige embroidery border was seen. The entire attire cost a lot, so he wanted to show it off.

At the entrance of the villa, there was a Toran, Abhinav handed Hasan a stick and asked him to hit it. Hasan was a little apprehensive but went on with it.

Anahita Devi nudged Babita with her elbow, pushing her forward. Babita uninterestedly welcomed Hasan. She clenched the golden Thali as she did the Aarti. Abhinav went behind him and whispered to him to bow his head a little. Hasan cluelessly followed. Babita put a Tilak on his forehead and showered a little bit of marigold flower petal over his head. Then, she picked up a sweet and fed him. He humbly took a small bite. Babita gave him some water as well. Abhinav pushed past Hasan and motioned him to walk inside.

The extravagant mandap was set up in their huge hall. Hasan noticed the make-shift pillars and pastel-colored curtains wrapped around them. In the center was the Havan-Kund and a Pandit was already sitting there and performing some puja. He was ushered to sit, and he followed. There was a steep for Aryaman's wheelchair.

Sometime after, Hasan was seated in front of the fire, while the bride was called. He turned around in his seat to watch Anaisha coming down the stairs. Beside her was Shambhavi in beautiful violet kanchivarum saree and hair tied in a tight low bun with gajra around it. There were few girls around Anaisha, but Hasan's gaze was glued to his bride. In red and golden lehenga, she looked no less than a Maharani. The transparent dupatta which was a lighter shade of the dress had completely veiled her face till her waist. Anahita Devi made sure the choli was at least elbow length to hide her tattoos. Hasan could feel the lehenga must be heavy as she walked painfully slow. The intricate and elaborate golden work all over the lehenga was to be blamed. Yet it looked elegant and delicate.

Anaisha was made to sit next to Hasan. She glanced at him and noticed tears glistening in his eyes. She cleared her throat and leaned towards him, - "Why are you crying?" She whispered.

Hasan simply smiled, - "I will tell you later." He replied under his breath. And before Anaisha could speak more, Dadisa hit her waist with her stick. That was the cue to shut up.

The bride and groom stood up and amongst cheers, they put flower garland-jaimala- into each other's neck.

Aryaman watched all this with tears in his eyes. When he was called, he wiped his tears from the corner of his eyes and nodded to the caretaker to take him to the mandap. Anaisha felt a bit uncomfortable. All this was a part of revenge, but it was getting serious now.

Babita tied the end of Hasan's dupatta with Anaisha's veil.

Among the guests, there were three curious girls.

"Remember he was there in Adweta's naming ceremony?"

"Right, Anaisha had said he was a Muslim and married."

"She must have lied."

"Why will she lie? There is something fishy here."

Aryaman took his daughter's hand and hands her to Hasan's hand.

"Take care of my daughter, beta. I am giving my precious to you. From onwards she is yours." He said with his voice wavering. Hasan smiled, nodding a little. Anaisha inwardly cringed, rolling her eyes- which she hoped wasn't captured by the videographer. The Pandit continued with his prayers, Hasan cluelessly did as he was told. But he was curious to know what verses were being said and what the rituals meant. Mentally, he thought to research about it.

They were asked to stand for the pehras. Aryaman was pleased to see Hasan help Anaisha stand as the heavy lehenga was making it difficult. The Pandit asked her to start the pehras. She nodded and began to walk. Hasan was excited. He had seen all these in only movies, but this was far better. With each Pehras Anaisha was asked to touch a grinding stone with her toe and move it forward.

After a few pehras, Hasan was asked to walk first. He gently passed his wife and stood in front of her. He turned his head a little to glance at her before starting to walk. Anaisha kept her head lowered and followed him. Among the shower of countless marigold flower petals, together they completed their pehras and she was made to sit on the left side of Hasan.

Shambhavi came forward and handed Hasan a small box of red vermilion- sindoor. Then, she preceded to move aside the oversized matha-patti with cascading chand-baali borla from under Anaisha's veil.

Hasan took a deep breath and carefully, filled Anaisha's mid-parting with a generous amount of sindoor. She closed her eyes feeling a little of the powder sprinkled on her nose. He wanted to wipe it, but she held his hand and looked up at him.

"I heard it is lucky." She winked at him. That was a little relief to him.

The Pandit announced the couple to be married. Everyone cheered but Hasan and Anaisha kept staring at each other, with his hand in hers.

Few of the guests joked about no Bidaai to happen. Anahita Devi swallowed their comments with bitterness. Hatred for Anaisha only grew in her heart. But Shambhavi was happy. Seeing the Singhaniya being humiliated like this was bliss for her. Nevertheless, she wished Anaisha happiness in her married life.

So, my lovelies. Finally, Hasan *ahem* Hridhaan and Anaisha are married, again. And what is up with Anahita Devi? Is Dadisa missing her husband?

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