Their last performance was on song "Mohe rang do laal" the music faded, leaving behind an enchanting silence as the couple's graceful dance came to an end. For a moment, no one moved eyes fixed on them, still caught in the spell of their mesmerizing performance. Applause erupted, breaking the trance, and a soft blush crept onto the Myra's cheeks as she lowered her gaze, stepping slightly away from Ranvijay.
Ranvijay, however, remained poised, his intense gaze lingering on her for just a moment longer before he turned to acknowledge the applause with a polite nod.
"Truly magical," someone murmured from the crowd, and others echoed the sentiment, their voices filled with admiration.
Dadi sa, seated on a plush chair at the head of the gathering, clapped her hands together joyfully. "Ah, what a sight! It's as though Radha and Krishna themselves graced us with their presence tonight," she exclaimed, her wrinkled face glowing with happiness.
Afterward, the family gathered, and Dadi sa joyfully announced with pride that the haldi ceremony, and the wedding would be held at their royal family resort.
The royal resort stood as a testament to grandeur, sprawling across acres of lush, manicured gardens. Its towering structure gleamed under the sunlight, with intricate marble facades and gold accents adorning every corner. Crystal chandeliers hung from high vaulted ceilings in the grand lobby, their brilliance reflecting off polished floors inlaid with semi-precious stones.
Each suite was a masterpiece of design, boasting panoramic views of the surrounding mountains and serene lakes. Lavish furnishings, handwoven silk drapes, and plush carpets gave the interiors an aura of unmatched elegance. Private pools, personal butler services, and world-class spas added to the sense of exclusivity.
Outside, the resort featured sprawling infinity pools that seemed to merge with the horizon, while cobblestone pathways led to exotic gardens filled with rare blooms and fountains that danced to soft music. Fine-dining restaurants offered cuisines from around the globe, each dish a work of art.
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The royal resort wasn't just a place to stay; it was a symbol of absolute luxury, where every corner spoke of wealth, refinement, and an otherworldly charm that made it seem like nothing more luxurious could exist.
There she was, sitting in front of the ornate mirror in one of the resort's most luxurious rooms, the golden light casting a soft glow on her. Around her, ladies worked with delicate care, preparing her for the haldi ceremony. Her outfit, adorned with yellow stones that sparkled like liquid sunshine, carried subtle hints of fresh white flowers, creating an ethereal balance.
Her heavenly hair was elegantly tied, woven with strands of vibrant yellow blossoms, their fragrance mingling with the air. Yet, despite the opulence of the room and the extravagance of her attire, she outshone them all. She looked more precious than the jewels and flowers combined, her beauty captivating even the mirror, which seemed unable to take its gaze off her divine reflection.
He sat there, lost in thought, the delicate flowers in his hands forgotten as his mind wandered to her. She consumed him like a quiet addiction an obsession he couldn't shake off. Every moment spent thinking of her felt like an endless pull, drawing him deeper into something he wasn't sure he could resist.
As his thoughts tangled, he whispered softly to himself, "Haldi toh pehle aapko hum lagaenge." His words, though spoken in a quiet reverence, held a possessive undertone, as if the ceremony, and the bond between them, was destined to begin with him.
The words hung in the air, a promise, an unspoken claim on a connection that was starting to bloom.