The wedding venue was abuzz with excitement, the air filled with anticipation. I stood there, my heart pounding like a drum, waiting for the moment that would change my life forever. The moment Shivina walked in, dressed in her bridal attire, I was taken aback. She looked ethereal, her beauty radiating like a beacon. As always, her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, making her look even more stunning.

"Wow, Shivina, you look absolutely stunning," I exclaimed, unable to contain my admiration. My voice echoed in the hall, drawing the attention of the guests.

Shivina beamed at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thank you, Rohan. It means a lot coming from you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Her words warmed my heart, and I couldn't help but smile.

Just then, I noticed Anisha, standing beside Shivina as her bridesmaid. I couldn't hide my surprise. "Anisha? What's she doing here?" I asked, my eyes wide. Anisha was Shivina's childhood friend, but they had drifted apart over the years.

Shivina giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I invited her to the wedding. We had a nice talk, and later I realized I didn't have a bridesmaid. So I asked her, and she agreed," she explained, her voice filled with joy.

I shook my head, laughing. "You're something else, cupcake!" I said, using the nickname I had given her when we first met. It was a testament to our bond, a bond that was about to be sealed forever.

"Hey, Rohan, don't forget to breathe," Abhi teased, clapping me on the back as he joined us. Abhi was my best man, my confidant, and my partner in crime. His words broke the tension, and we all burst into laughter.

"I LOVE YOU, ROHAN PRATHAP!" Shivina whisper-declared, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. Her declaration sent a wave of happiness through me.

That crimson-red hue is my official favorite color. "AND I LOVE YOU TOO, SHIVINA ROHAN PRATHAP!" I responded, my heart swelling with joy. Our laughter filled the room, and everyone around us shared in our happiness.

The ceremony proceeded smoothly. Shivina's father performed the kanyadaan ritual, placing her hands into mine, symbolically giving her away. The altar was a sight to behold, adorned with flowers, greenery, fabric, and crystals.

As the priest chanted the mantras, I couldn't help stealing glances at Shivina, overwhelmed by the momentous occasion. "We're really doing this, huh?" I whispered to her, a mixture of excitement and nervousness in my voice.

She squeezed my hand reassuringly, her eyes shining with love. "Yes, Rohan. We're taking this beautiful journey together," she replied, her voice filled with conviction.

The jai mala ceremony followed, and as we exchanged garlands, our families cheered us on. "You better watch out, Rohan. Don't let her escape!" Abhi joked, earning a playful swat from Shivina.

The ritual of sindoor was next, and as I applied it to Shivina's forehead, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of responsibility and commitment wash over me. "Do you want me to put sindoor on your forehead?" I asked her, trying to be a gentleman.

She blushed at my question and nodded her head, giving me permission. I applied sindoor on her forehead, marking her as a married woman. And now she was officially Mrs. Shivina Rohan Prathap. She had transformed from Shivina Dixit to Shivina Rohan Prathap. And I knew she was finally at peace and happy. She had found her peace with me.

During the Aashirvaad Ceremony, our families showered us with blessings and gifts, their eyes brimming with happiness for our union. "May you both be blessed with a lifetime of love and joy," my dad said, his voice filled with emotion.

And as we prepared for Vidaai, Shivina, with teary eyes, stepped out of her parental home to start a new life with me. "Don't worry, Shivina. You're not just leaving your home, you're gaining a new family," I whispered, wrapping her in a tight embrace.

With each step forward, we embarked on a journey filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a future together. As we drove away, hand in hand, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them united, with the unwavering support of each other and our loved ones by our side. This was just the beginning of our beautiful journey together, a journey that promised a lifetime of love and happiness.

The wedding festivities had come to an end, and I found myself back home with Rohan, courtesy of my brother's chauffeuring skills. As we settled into our new life together, Rohan's calls became a regular occurrence, each one a testament to his longing. It was evident that he missed me dearly and couldn't stand to be away from me for too long.

When the time came to return to my parents' house for blessings and gifts, Rohan was beside himself with joy. He practically bounced with excitement as he sought the blessings of my parents, who graciously showered us with gifts and warm wishes.

My father-in-law went above and beyond, hosting a lavish reception in our honor. The party was a whirlwind of joy, with guests dancing and feasting to their hearts' content. The aroma of delicious food filled the air, and everyone seemed to be in high spirits. Amidst the celebrations, my brother and Anisha lent a helping hand, assisting Rohan and me with the mountain of gifts.

"It's like Santa's workshop in here!" Anisha quipped, as she handed me another beautifully wrapped present.

"Tell me about it! I feel like we're opening presents on Christmas morning," Rohan joked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

The evening was a dream come true for me. Surrounded by loved ones, I felt like the luckiest woman alive. From darkness to vibrant colors, my life had transformed for the better, all thanks to the right people by my side.

As the night wore on and the last guest bid us farewell, Rohan and I finally found ourselves alone in our room. The dim lights and rose petals on the bed set the perfect ambiance for our first night together.

"I've used your room countless times, but tonight feels different," I confessed shyly as I settled onto the bed.

Rohan approached me with a gentle smile, his eyes filled with adoration. "You look stunning, Shivina," he whispered, his voice laced with warmth.

Blushing, I looked down, feeling a rush of butterflies in my stomach. "I-I don't really know what to do," I admitted, feeling nervous and unsure.

Rohan's reassuring words instantly eased my anxiety. "There's no pressure, Shivina. We'll take things slow and let everything happen naturally between us," he reassured me, his gaze filled with understanding.

His words brought me immense relief, and I surrendered myself to him, trusting him completely. As he held me close, I felt a sense of completeness wash over me, knowing that I was with the right person, at the right time.

As the night progressed, we talked and laughed, basking in each other's company. It felt like we were the only two people in the world, cocooned in our own little bubble of love.

The days that followed were filled with romance and bliss. We cooked together, shared intimate moments in the kitchen, and supported each other through thick and thin. Even when Rohan had to work late into the night, I made sure to pack him dinner and stay by his side, finding solace in his presence.

Being the wife of an army officer came with its own set of challenges, but I embraced them wholeheartedly. I understood the importance of his duty and made sure to support him in every way possible, even if it meant spending nights apart.

One evening, as we watched an action thriller movie, Rohan surprised me with a question that caught me off guard.

"Dear, I wanna ask you something," he began, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

I couldn't help but tease him. "Since when did you start seeking permission to ask questions?" I joked, earning a playful glare from him.

"I was thinking of going on a honeymoon trip. What do you think?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

The idea sounded perfect, but I couldn't help but worry about his mission. "But what about your mission?" I questioned, concern etched in my voice.

Rohan reassured me with a grin. "I've asked for a break. It'll be just us, no missions, just pure relaxation," he explained, his eyes filled with determination.

As we discussed our plans, my father-in-law chimed in with a surprising request of his own.

"Shivina, can I ask you something?" he inquired, his tone serious.

Curious, I nodded. "Of course, Dad. What is it?"

"I want a granddaughter, and I want one soon," he declared, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Before I could even respond, Rohan jumped in with his own cheeky comment. "Oh, we're working on it, Dad. Believe me," he said, shooting me a sly wink.

I couldn't help but blush furiously, while Rohan simply grinned, pleased with himself for his shameless antics.

"Unbelievable," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head in disbelief.

"For you, I can be anything," Rohan quipped, wrapping an arm around me affectionately.

With a playful roll of my eyes, I leaned into his embrace, feeling grateful for this newfound happiness and the love that surrounded us.