Today is my wedding day, and I am very happy! From this moment on, all my sadness and pain will be gone. I'm excited to live a wonderful life with Abhimanyu. He loves me dearly, and we are going to be together forever.
I was ready in my beautiful wedding dress, and it was time to visit the marriage registrar's office. As I gazed at myself in the mirror, the doorbell suddenly rang. I knew who it was, so I opened the door to find Harsh standing in front of me, there to pick me up. I smiled at him, but he didn't seem happy, perhaps because he knew I was about to leave him. I understood what he was feeling; after all, he was my best friend, and we were very close.
He urged me to hurry up, and as I stepped outside, he opened the car door for me. To my surprise, the car was decorated with red roses! I was so happy that I hugged Harsh and thanked him. I could see tears in his eyes. I told him that I would always be with him, but he didn't respond. Instead, he gently encouraged me to get into the car since we were running late.
We arrived at the marriage registrar's office, and I couldn't stop smiling; I was so happy. However, at the same time, something felt missing—my family was not there to give me their blessing. Thankfully, I had someone by my side, Harsh, who was supporting me.
As we entered the office, my colleagues and Abhimanyu's friends were there, congratulating me. My face blossomed with happiness, but Abhimanyu was still missing. I asked Harsh, "Where is he?" He replied, "He went to the airport to pick up his parents; he will arrive soon."
I sat down and waited for Abhimanyu to come, but after two hours, he still hadn't arrived. I called him about 50 times, but he didn't answer. The registrar started saying it was getting too late, and I began to worry. His friends started mocking me, which made me lose my temper. I decided to go and find him.