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The moment had arrived for Paridhi's bidai. Her expression was blank, her eyes staring vacantly at her family.

Suddenly, her mother hugged her tightly, pretending to be overwhelmed with sadness, and started crying loudly.

Paridhi gently separated herself from her mother's embrace and whispered,

"Now we don't have any relations left." Her voice was calm but firm, and her words shocked her family.

With a resolute expression, she started walking towards the car where Abhimaan was waiting patiently.

As she approached, a guard opened the car door for her, and she managed a small smile in return.

Paridhi settled into the seat beside Abhimaan. As the guard was about to close the door, Abhimaan said coldly making him shiver

"Go."

The guard bowed and left, leaving the couple alone. Paridhi looked at Abhimaan in confusion.

He suddenly stepped out of the car, walked around to her side, and gently lifted her lehenga's dupatta, which was still trailing on the ground.

He carefully placed it on her lap before returning to his seat, his expression as blank as before.

The gesture left everyone in shock. They couldn't believe their eyes.

No one, not even his family, could believe that this was the same Abhimaan who would lash out at everyone if he is getting late because of someone else.

And here he was opening the door for his newly wedded wife and patiently setting her dupatta.

Unbelievable!

Meanwhile Yashvi punched Shivansh in the arm, causing him to yelp in pain.

"What the hell are you doing, Yashu?" he exclaimed.

"Shiv, was it really bhaisa?"

Yashvi asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Shivansh rubbed his arm, still stunned.

"Even I can't believe it myself."

Whereas Maithili whispered to her husband, Abhimanyu, as they watched from a distance.

"Look at them, Abhimanyu. Paridhi is a blessing. For the first time, I'm seeing emotions in Abhi's eyes."

Abhimanyu nodded, a gentle smile on his face.

"Yes, Maithili. She truly is."

As the car drove away, Paridhi glanced back at her family one last time.

Her mother's fake tears, her father's stoic face, and the supportive looks from her brother were etched in her mind.

She knew things would never be the same, but she also felt a strange sense of liberation.

Suddenly, Abhimaan clicked a button, and a partition slid up between their seats and the driver's.

He reached out, took Paridhi's hand, and gave it a reassuring squeeze, leaving her shocked.

Seeing her expression, Abhimaan had an urge to pull her cheeks but held back.

He softened his tone, aware of her sensitivity and the likelihood she'd cry if he spoke too loudly or coldly.

How did he know?

Well, you'll find out later.

"I know it's difficult for you to leave your family behind, but you can visit them whenever you want, so don't be sad and cry," he said, gently wiping away the tears Paridhi hadn't realized were falling.

"Hmm," she mumbled.

She mentally chuckled at this. Only she knew the truth.

Soon they reached the Raj Mahal. A bodyguard opened the door for Abhimaan.

He stepped out, adjusted his Sherwani's shawl, and stopped the guard who was about to open Paridhi's door.

Abhimaan went to her side and opened the door himself. Paridhi watched in shock.

He offered his hand to help her as her lehenga was heavy. She was still dazed when she heard him chuckle.

Her face heated up when he said,

"Aapka hame marne ka irada hai kya?"

("Are you planning to kill me?")

She looked everywhere but at him.

"Here." he said, pointing to his hand.

She took his hand and stepped out. Then she noticed the Raj Mahal.

Though she had seen pictures, its real beauty was stunning.

Suddenly, one of Paridhi's heels broke, and she yelped in pain.

"Ahhh!"

Abhimaan, holding her hand, got worried and asked,

"What happened, Pari?"

"My ankle got sprained." Paridhi said softly while controlling her tears.

Abhimaan said nothing and lifted her in a bridal style, shocking everyone even more.

Some of the guests whispered among themselves, their voices low but sharp:

"Look at that! The new queen hasn't even been here an hour, and already the King is doing whatever she wants. Who knows what she'll make him do next?"

Their words were full of doubt and a hint of jealousy. But Maithili, watching her son from distance, felt her heart swell with happiness.

She saw the way Abhimaan looked at Paridhi, the softness in his eyes that she had never seen before.

Hearing the guests' whispers, Maithili turned to them, her face glowing with joy and her eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness.

"Oh, you don't understand," she said, her voice warm and full of emotion.

"My heart is bursting with joy to see my son following my daughter-in-law's wishes. For years, my Abhimaan was like ice - cold and hard, never letting anyone close. But look at him now!"

She paused, looking back at Abhimaan and Paridhi with a tender smile.

"In just some hours, that ice has melted. My cold son is smiling, laughing even! Tell me, how could I not be overjoyed?"

The women fell silent upon hearing Maithili's heartfelt words.

Maithili smiled as they reached the door. Abhimaan gently set Paridhi down, holding her hand and placing his other hand on her waist to help her balance due to the sprain.

Maithili performed an aarti for both of them with a platter.

She placed an urn of rice in front and gently instructed Paridhi,

"Slowly drop this urn with your right foot, step into the vermilion plate, and come inside with a beautiful smile. Enter the house and make it yours forever."

Tears filled Paridhi's eyes as she stood veiled, but she couldn't cry now.

She smiled, gently dropped the urn with her right foot, and stepped inside with her right foot first.

She placed both feet onto a plate of vermilion (alta), while Abhimaan handled her lehenga.

As she prepared to lift her feet from the plate, Abhimaan immediately gripped her hand to support her, and she held his hand tightly as they moved inside together.

As Paridhi was about to touch their feet, Abhimaan stopped her and gently patted her head.

"Betiyan paon nahi chhooti. Aur ab aap rani hain, to aapko kisi ke saamne jhukne ki zaroorat nahi."

Daughters don't touch feet. And you're a queen now, so you don't have to bow to anyone.

Maithili kissed her forehead and said,

"Aaj hamare ghar ki Lakshmi hamare ghar aayi hain."

Today, the goddess of wealth has entered our home.

Paridhi's eyes filled with tears, and she hugged Maithili, making her smile.

"Paridhi, you look absolutely beautiful. Welcome to our family,"

Bhumi said and kissed her forehead, making Paridhi's eyes tear up.

Paridhi's eyes filled with gratitude

"Thank you, Chhoti Maasa,"

she said softly.

Shivaay, Abhimaan's Chhote Baba Sa, added,

"Hamen bahut khushi hai ki aap hamare saath ho, Paridhi. Bhagwan kare tum aur Abhimaan hamesha khush rahe."

We are very lucky to have you with us, Paridhi. May you and Abhimaan always stay happy together.

"Welcome, Bhabhi Sa," Abhay said and touched her feet, making Paridhi awkward.

She didn't know how to respond, so she just gave him a small smile, which he reciprocated.

"Sab log Bhabhi Sa ko emotional kyun kar rahe hain?"

Why is everyone making Bhabhi Sa emotional?

Shivansh said, making everyone chuckle.

He came near her and was about to hug her when Abhimaan growled,

"Door rahiye"

Stay away!

Shivansh sulked and looked at the elders for help, but they all shrugged, making him pout.

Suddenly, everyone heard laughter. Abhimaan looked at his wife in adoration as she laughed.

When Paridhi realized her surroundings, she got embarrassed and said,

"Maaf kariyega, hamara matlab yeh nahi tha... par hasi aa gayi."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh... but I couldn't help it."

Everyone looked at her with adoration as she blurted out everything.

Suddenly, Yashvi said,

"Oh, Bhabhi Sa, aap bahut pyaari hain,"

Oh, Bhabhi Sa, you're so cute,

And pulled her cheeks. Paridhi's whole face turned red.

Abhimaan glared at Yashvi for pulling her cheeks, making her pout.

"Beta, now you should go and rest. You must be tired. We'll do the rituals tomorrow."

Paridhi nodded but was shocked when Abhimaan lifted her in a bridal style and started toward his chamber.

Sensing her stare, he asked,

"Kya?"

What?

She shook her head, but her eyes went wide in shock realizing it was her Wedding night!

In all her worrying about this marriage, she had completely forgotten about this aspect of it.

The wedding night!

The most intimate part of a relationship between a husband and wife. She wasn't ready for this. She had never even thought about it!

Paridhi's mind whirled with conflicting thoughts.

She couldn't deny Rana sa what if he got angry?

But she also couldn't bring herself to say yes.

"Paridhi?" Abhimaan's voice broke through her panicked thoughts.

"Are you alright? You look a bit pale."

Paridhi turned to him, trying to keep her voice steady.

"I'm fine, Rana sa," she said, though her trembling hands betrayed her nervousness.

"It's just..."

Understanding dawned on Abhimaan's face.

"Hmm," he said softly.

Then, to Paridhi's surprise, he smiled gently.

"Paridhi, you don't need to worry about that. I know this is all very new and probably scary for you. We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Paridhi blinked in surprise.

"We... we don't, Rana sa?"

Abhimaan shook his head.

"Of course not. Marriage isn't just about physical intimacy. It's about trust and understanding too. We have all the time in the world to get to know each other better. There's no rush."

Relief washed over Paridhi, and she felt tears prick at her eyes.

"Thank you, Rana sa," she whispered.

Abhimaan nodded and said

"We'll take things one step at a time. For now, let's just get some rest. It's been a long day."

Paridhi nodded, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders.

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