"Sometimes, the quietest moments are where we truly see each other—for who we are, and for who we can become together."

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The engagement ceremony was a modest yet heartfelt event held at Roohi’s family home. The living room was transformed into a warm, celebratory space adorned with marigold garlands and fairy lights. Close friends and family gathered, their laughter and conversations filling the air.

Vivaan stood at one corner of the room, observing the cheerful atmosphere. His introverted nature made him prefer the sidelines, but he couldn't help noticing how radiant Roohi looked in her pastel pink lehenga, her smile lighting up the room.

His eyes instinctively sought Roohi, who stood gracefully by her parents, her pastel pink lehenga reflecting the evening's soft glow. His breath caught for a moment as he watched her again, her smile bright and warm, making everything around her seem even more magical.

Roohi, standing amidst the guests, felt an inexplicable pull toward Vivaan. She found herself glancing in his direction, noticing how his usual reserved demeanor was softened by the warmth of the celebration. When their eyes met, there was a fleeting moment of shared understanding, and she couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the intensity of his gaze. There was something captivating about him, something that made her feel both calm and intrigued at the same time.

As the families exchanged pleasantries,Dadi noticed him standing aloof and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. “Vivaan, it’s your engagement. You can’t stay hidden forever,” she teased affectionately.

Before he could respond, Meera appeared, her voice playfully conspiratorial. “Bhaiya, this is your chance to sit beside her. Go on, don’t make her wait!”

"Bhaiya, don't just stand there. Go, sit next to your fiancée," Meera whispered again with a teasing grin.

Vivaan hesitated but complied, sitting beside Roohi on the intricately decorated couch. Roohi turned to him, her eyes glinting with a playful warmth. "You seem nervous," she said softly.

“I’m not used to being the center of attention,” he admitted, his voice low.

Her laughter was soft and reassuring. “Neither am I, but I think we’re doing okay.”

Vivaan’s lips curved into a faint smile. “You make it look easier than it is. I admire that.”

Roohi tilted her head, surprised but touched by his sincerity. “And you? You have this quiet strength about you, Vivaan. It’s comforting, even in all this chaos.”

The families soon gathered around for the ring exchange. Roohi’s father stood up, his voice carrying a blend of emotion and pride. “This moment marks the beginning of a new journey for our children. Vivaan, Roohi—this isn’t just about the rings you’ll exchange today. It’s about the promises you’ll make to each other, to support and respect one another through everything life brings.”

Dadi smiled, her eyes glistening as she chimed in, “And we, as your families, will always stand by you, guiding and cherishing this union.”

Vivaan and Roohi exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them.

When the rings were brought forward, Vivaan took a deep breath and gently slipped the delicate diamond ring onto Roohi’s finger. As he did, he said softly, “This is more than a tradition. It’s a step closer to understanding each other, and I’m glad it’s with you.”

Her eyes met his, her smile soft and reassuring. “And I’m glad it’s with you, too.”

When it was Roohi’s turn, her hands trembled slightly, but her voice was steady. “Here’s to a new beginning, Vivaan,” she whispered, sliding the ring onto his finger.

Vivaan looked at her, his voice almost inaudible. “Together.”

The room erupted in applause, and the moment felt both surreal and grounding. Meera leaned in with a mischievous grin. “Bhaiya, you might be an artist, but Roohi bhabhi will paint your life in brighter colors!”

The couple laughed, their shared shyness now tinged with growing warmth and familiarity.

Later, as the ceremony continued and their families were engrossed in conversation, Vivaan leaned slightly toward Roohi, his voice quiet yet earnest. “Do you think this will get easier? The crowds, the expectations?”

Roohi chuckled gently, her eyes sparkling. “Maybe not overnight. But we have each other now. And that’s a good place to start, isn’t it?”

Vivaan nodded, his expression softening. “It is. I’m not very good with words, but… I want you to know, I’ll do everything I can to make this work, Roohi. You have my word.”

Roohi’s smile softened as she held out her hand. “That’s more than enough, Vivaan. I trust you.”
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Later, as the families celebrated with laughter and music, Vivaan and Roohi found themselves in a quieter corner.

“Does all this feel overwhelming to you too?” Vivaan asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“A little,” Roohi admitted, looking at him with understanding. “But I think we’ll figure it out. Together, step by step.”

He hesitated, then replied, “I’m not used to sharing my space or my thoughts. But… I feel like I can with you.”

Roohi’s eyes softened, and she said warmly, “That’s the best start we could have, Vivaan. And for what it’s worth, I think we’ll be okay.”

A rare but genuine smile appeared on his face. “Thank you, Roohi.”

Her laughter was light but sincere. “No need to thank me. We’re in this together, remember?”

Later, as the families celebrated with laughter and music, Vivaan and Roohi found themselves in a quieter corner slowly navigating the bond that was taking root between them.

“Does all this feel overwhelming to you too?” Vivaan asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“A little,” Roohi admitted, looking at him with understanding. “But I think we’ll figure it out. Together, step by step.”

He hesitated, then replied, “I’m not used to sharing my space or my thoughts. But… I feel like I can with you.”

Roohi’s eyes softened, and she said warmly, “That’s the best start we could have, Vivaan. And for what it’s worth, I think we’ll be okay.”

A rare but genuine smile appeared on his face. “Thank you, Roohi.”

Her laughter was light but sincere. “No need to thank me. We’re in this together, remember?”

For the first time that evening, Vivaan felt the weight of his introversion lift slightly, replaced by a quiet hope that this partnership might just be the beginning of something beautiful.