Deep down, I am So much happy and excited that I am about to marry the man I've truly fallen for.

Dressed in my maroon wedding lehenga, I keep glancing out the window, nervously biting my lip as I wait impatiently for the *baraat* to arrive.

My heart is pounding-partly from nerves and partly from excitement-and I find myself reminiscing about the day I first met Ansh in college. Back then, he was just a crush;

I had no idea God would be kind enough to make him my husband.

Just then, my best friend Neha walks in; her eyes widen as she sees me. "Sia......OMG, Sia, you look absolutely stunning today! You're definitely going to make Jiju faint," she exclaimed.

I blush, offering a shy smile, and playfully swat her arm, saying, "Neha, please, shut up."

She teases me, "If one is to have luck, it should be like yours-turning a crush into a husband! What a trope naa."

I glare at her, and she raises her hands in surrender, saying, "Okay, sorry."

My expression falls a little, and she notices. "Hey, Sia , what's wrong?"

I tell her, "Neha, I don't know... I'm really happy, but is Ansh happy about this wedding too? I mean, we don't really talk much, and we haven't spent much time together. "

Neha reassures me, saying, " See, first of all, if Ansh didn't want this marriage, why would he have said yes?"

She lightening my mood and saying," Sia, the wedding is finally happening please don't think negative and just enjoy your special day ."

Just then, I heard the sound of shehnai.

I looked out the window and saw Ansh's family dancing away joyfully.

And as for Ansh-what can I even say? He looked so incredibly handsome in his white sherwani that I couldn't stop blushing.