The first rays of dawn slipped through the intricate jaali work of the Singhania Mansion's upper windows, casting golden patterns on the marble floors. The night before had been filled with grandeur - a royal wedding where silks, jewels, and flowers had mingled with music and blessings. But now, a calm, sacred hush enveloped the household.

Rajveer's father, Rakesh Singhania, had insisted that traditions be followed to the letter. "A wedding isn't complete until the bride is welcomed properly into her new home," he'd said, his deep voice carrying both authority and pride.

The Singhania Mansion was bustling again - this time not with the pomp of baraatis, but with the warm, intimate energy of family. Servants were busy hanging fresh strings of jasmine on the main doorway. The fragrance mingled with the faint scent of sandalwood incense wafting from the temple inside.

Griha Pravesh - The First Step Into Her New Home

Draped in a soft crimson saree with delicate gold zari - chosen by Misha herself - Ishki stood outside the grand main entrance. Her hands, adorned with henna still dark from the wedding night, held a small garland of marigolds. She looked nervous, yet her eyes carried a familiar spark; this was, after all, the home she had visited countless times before as Misha's best friend. But today, everything had changed.

Rakesh Singhania stood nearby, a gentle smile breaking his otherwise regal demeanor. "From today, this is your home in every sense, beta," he said.

At the entrance, a large silver plate lay ready, filled with a mixture of rice and kumkum water. An ornate brass kalash sat beside it, filled with water and mango leaves. Beside the plate was a small bowl of aarti flames, swaying gently as Misha circled it in front of Ishki.

"Ready?" Misha asked with a teasing grin, "Don't trip now - that'll be a bad omen."

Ishki shot her a mock glare, then gently dipped her feet in the kumkum water, the red dye blooming against her skin. With the kalash balanced before her, she nudged it lightly with her right foot, spilling the rice forward - a symbol of prosperity entering the household.

Her footprints, painted red with alta, marked the white marble as she stepped inside. To anyone else, they were mere impressions; to the family, they were blessings etched in color.

The Subtle Shift in Relationships

Inside the grand hall, Rajveer's younger brothers - Mihir and Samar - were waiting like mischievous sentries.

"Bhabhi!" Mihir exclaimed dramatically, "Before you enter fully, there's a small... toll tax."

Ishki laughed, but Rajveer raised an eyebrow. "Mihir..." he warned.

"What? Traditions are traditions!" Samar joined in, grinning. "You have to pay the younger brothers to let you pass into the family hall. Gold works best."

"Gold?" Ishki said in mock surprise, "You two aren't younger brothers - you're highway robbers."

After some playful bargaining - and Rajveer slipping a couple of crisp notes into Samar's palm with a roll of his eyes - the boys stepped aside, letting her pass.

It was a light moment, but underneath it, everyone felt that gentle shift: Ishki, who had always been "Misha's best friend" and "like a little sister," was now Bhabhi. The roles had changed, and with them came new shades to the bonds they all shared.

Mooh Dikhayi - A Bride Revealed

Later that afternoon, the drawing room was transformed into a royal court of women. Plush cushions were laid out, silver trays filled with mithai, and tiny bowls of rosewater for refreshment. The mooh dikhayi ceremony was one of grace and admiration - a chance for the women of the extended family to "see the bride's face" and bless her.

Ishki sat demurely on a carved sandalwood chair, her red simple elegant saree pleats perfect, her head covered with a shimmering pallu...... With simple elegant makeup giving royal paro look.......

One by one, the aunts, cousins, and family friends approached, lifting the veil slightly to see her face, murmuring blessings, and pressing envelopes into her hands.

"You're even more beautiful than they said," one aunt declared.
"And so lucky - Rajveer is a rare gem," another chimed in.

Misha sat beside her, occasionally whispering funny commentary that made Ishki stifle her giggles. The two shared glances - a silent acknowledgment of how surreal it felt that their friendship had now been sealed into family.

By the end of the ceremony, Ishki's lap was filled with gifts - gold bangles, silk sarees, and even a delicate diamond pendant from Rakesh himself.

"This," Rakesh said, holding the pendant, "is a blessing from me - not just as your father-in-law, but as someone who has seen you grow into this family long before today." His voice was calm, but his eyes glistened.

Pag Phera - Returning to Her Parental Home

Tradition dictated that the bride visit her parental home the day after the wedding. In the Singhania household, it was done with as much fanfare as her arrival.

The next morning, Rajveer drove Ishki to her parents' home. The car was decorated with a small garland at the front, and Samar joked, "Careful, Bhaiya - people will think you're bringing home a bride again."

At her parents' doorstep, Ishki's mother welcomed her with the same rituals as the wedding - aarti, rice, and kumkum - but this time with tears of joy.

Her father embraced Rajveer warmly. "Take care of her," he said in a voice thick with emotion. Rajveer, usually composed, could only nod.

The day at her parental home was filled with laughter, childhood memories, and endless plates of her favorite dishes. But as evening fell, there was a bittersweet ache. Ishki's mother packed her a small steel box with sweets and snacks, as tradition demanded - a symbol of sending blessings back to her new home.

Pehli Rasoi - The First Meal Cooked by the Bride

Two days later, it was time for Ishki's pehli rasoi - the first meal she would cook for the Singhania family. It was an age-old tradition, symbolizing her role as the one who now nourished the household with her care.

Wearing a simple pink and green saree and tying her hair back, Ishki stepped into the massive Singhania kitchen. Misha hovered nearby like a self-appointed sous-chef, while Mihir and Samar leaned against the doorway, pretending to "inspect" her cooking skills.

"Don't burn anything, Bhabhi," Mihir teased.
"And don't forget extra sugar in the halwa - Papa likes it sweet," Samar added.

With steady hands, Ishki prepared suji ka halwa, pooris, and a potato curry - simple yet auspicious dishes for the occasion. The aroma soon filled the kitchen, drawing even Rajveer to peek in.

"You look like you've done this a hundred times," he said quietly, his eyes soft.

When the meal was served, the family gathered at the long dining table. Rakesh took the first bite of the halwa, then looked at Ishki with a warm smile. "Perfect," he declared. "You've brought sweetness into this home - in more ways than one."

Reception - The Grand Public Celebration

The Singhanias were known for their regal style, and the reception was no exception. Held in the city's finest banquet hall, the evening was a blend of tradition and glamour.

The entrance was lined with hundreds of oil lamps and strings of fresh flowers. Guests arrived in silks and tuxedos, the air alive with music and laughter. Ishki wore a midnight-blue lehenga embroidered with gold thread, while Rajveer complemented her in an ivory sherwani.

As they greeted guests, Samar leaned over and muttered to Rajveer, "If one more person says 'you make such a perfect couple,' I'm going to start charging them."

During the dinner, Mihir orchestrated a playful joota chupai reenactment - except instead of shoes, they jokingly hid Rajveer's sherwani stole. It took ten minutes and a round of mock negotiations to "return" it.

Towards the end, Rakesh stood to address the gathering. "Tonight, we celebrate not just a wedding, but the joining of two families who have known each other for years. Ishki has been like a daughter to me for as long as I can remember. Now, she truly is one." His voice carried both pride and emotion, drawing warm applause from every corner of the hall.

Find the ring

Misha brought the bowl filled with milk and rose patels and sat infront of rajveer and ishki....." So guys this the last ritual of your marriage...... In this I'll put this ring and you both have to find it..... Who ever find it first will win.... And remember jo ring khojega ghr mei usi ki chlegi"😉 ......said playfully and then puts the ring......

"Koi bhi jeete mere dil aur zindagi mei toh hmesha issi ka raj hoga".... Rajveer muttered softly under his breath

Then they started to find the ring..... At the end rajveer slides the ring towards ishki and ishki finally find out the ring and show it to everyone with full of happiness.....

"Yippie.... I won"....😄😃 ishki said with full excitement

Evening Teasing and Bonding

That evening, the whole family sat together in the courtyard, the cool breeze carrying the faint sound of temple bells from afar.

Mihir challenged Rajveer to share one "unknown fact" about Ishki.
Rajveer smirked. "She can't handle horror movies. One scary scene and she hides behind a pillow."
Ishki gasped. "That was supposed to be a secret!"
The whole family laughed, the sound echoing under the starlit sky.

The night ended with Misha resting her head on Ishki's shoulder. "You know," she whispered, "I always knew you'd be a part of this family. I just didn't think it would happen like this."

Ishki squeezed her hand. "Me neither. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

Over the following days, Ishki began to notice - and feel - the changes in her place here. Misha still teased her like a friend, but now with the protectiveness of a sister. Mihir and Samar still joked around, but their eyes held a new respect when they called her "Bhabhi."

And Rakesh... he still carried himself like the patriarch of the Singhanias, but there were moments when his gaze softened, as though silently assuring her that she was safe, cherished, and home.

In the quiet hours after the reception, as she and Rajveer sat together on the terrace under the starlit sky, Ishki realized - she hadn't just married a man; she had married into a bond that was deep-rooted, affectionate, and unshakably hers.

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