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[hiatuswhore]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝓎 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒱 — 𝐵𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑜𝓃

♕ A/N: Yeah so this hiatus has been so criminal. Honestly my “writers block” has just been insecurity. I’ve gotten into this bad habit of comparing my writing styles to others and that is such a viscous and toxic self attack. Long story short, I’m a little dummy who needs to remember why I got into fanfic writing in the first place, to have fun. If you feel like it. Please please please send feedback. There’s one final part left. Maybe some bonus chapters with the new season.

♕ SUMMARY: Oh, the most scandalous season of the year has come to pass. After quite the successful year for the Bridgerton’s the eldest son plans to throw his hat in the ring. Concurrently the Sharma sisters do just the same. One a spinster, the other hopeful romantic, and the middle daughter? What can be said about such a force that is not said when she enters the room. Good luck to all who pursue her.

♕ WORD COUNT: 4.7K

♕ WARNINGS: None

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BLINK. SMILE. NOD. You remind yourself every few seconds. Edwina leads the conversation with a jubilant smile.

Meanwhile, you tally each time Kate’s gaze meets your own as she watches you walk a tightrope, waiting for an inevitable fall. You sit out of place, Kate on your right and your mother on your left. Both rubbing the mustard yellow onto Edwina’s arms, your nose scrunching at the pungent wafts of Haldi. Each time Edwina’s gaze meets your own, you smile. You tilt your head, doing what you do best, offering your unwavering support—no matter how much your chest knots.

“Didi, are you okay? You are so quiet,” Edwina says, leaning forward to capture your gaze. You smile, lying through your teeth, “You are to be wed soon. I shall miss you, is all Bon.”

“You must calm yourself, Bon. Keep still,” Kate smiles down at a jittery Edwina. Her joy practically spills out, her every move indicating pure excitement.

”It is all so strange. I have faced a thousand tomorrows, but they all have been leading to this one,” You pause. Tomorrow. Every laugh, jest, slight—all of it leading to tomorrow. The day you make a fool of yourself—the mark of your first-ever regret. Though your mother speaks, the words do not reach you. The sinking in your chest renders you silent, almost queasy.

”Oh, it has...caused you doubts?” Kate’s cautious tone has your ears perking up, and your absent gaze finds Edwina. Your mother nudges you with a gentle smile, a reminder of her presence.

”Bringing the wedding forward is a sign of genuine feeling, but...well,” Edwina pauses, a sigh leaving her lips as she finds her words. Your heart was banging against your ribcage as Edwina glanced at you. “It has unnerved me. Didi, perhaps you should truly consider Lord Beauregard’s proposal. He’s a wonderful companion to you, and he seems to care. That way, we can navigate all this together.”

”I don’t know, Bon. It’s a lot to consider,” You tilt your head, a tight-lipped smile across your lips, "but right now is not about me or Lord Beauregard. It’s about you and the Viscount.”

“Your sister is right. Rest assured, Edwina, the Viscount adores you. He has devotedly courted you and made his intentions clear from our first arrival. Even going out of his way to procure (Y/n)’s and Kate’s approval. There is no lady better suited for the Viscount,” Your mother’s adoration beams on her prized child, your expression faltering nearly imperceptibly.

“I just—I still wish that when he looks at me, I could be certain that he truly loves me. Like—like—“ Edwina looks around as though the words sit in the room with all of you. Then her gaze finds yours again, “Like how Lord Beauregard looks at (Y/n). His fondness for

her is so evident, written right on his face. I fear, in fact, that the Viscount does not look at me often enough to even tell.”

Your mother and Kate glance at each other with a collective sigh. You lower your gaze, fiddling with the top lace of your peach gown and swallowing the sizzling golf ball in your throat. Kate speaks softly, this time avoiding your direction entirely, “Looks can be powerful, Bon, but also fleeting. Displays of mere passion, perhaps. Nothing more.”

”So the Viscount feels little passion for me?” Edwina exclaims, amusement dancing in her gaze as your mother chuckles. You force a chuckle from your lips, quiet and timid, the antithesis of your very being.

Clearing your throat, forcing a smile to the surface, you grin, “What Kate is failing at saying is that true love is different. It’s complicated and unpredictable. That’s the fun of it. It’s there when you least expect it. You worry now, but fear not, Bon, when it clicks, it clicks.”

“Since when have you become so knowledgeable about love, Miss, avoiding marriage and love?” Your mother teases. Each of your giggles fills the room, and for a moment, only a moment, the dread no longer exists. For a moment you are back in India, in your childhood home.

You cringe at the sudden intrusion, turmeric overwhelming your nostrils as Edwina’s hand gently swipes the mixture across your cheek. Her saccharine giggle contrasted with your wide-eyed stare. She speaks with a whimsical glint in her eyes. One like your own but doe-eyed and hopeful, not calculated and mischievous. “It is said, when spread on an unmarried person, Haldi will help them find a worthy partner that brings the complicated and unpredictable excitement too.”

”Well, Haldi can mind their business,” You tilt your head with a sarcastic smile, earning your mother's pointed stare. Kate chuckles and shakes her. Edwina turns to Kate, who offers a warning stare.

“Now, now. You shall receive it too,” Edwina says, stroking the Haldi across Kate’s cheeks. You fail to ignore the Haldi on your cheeks. It sits like a reminder that tomorrow will come whether you are prepared or not. You shall watch him marry Edwina. Your sister, nieces, and nephews shall be his—but never you.

“Hey!” You exclaim, once again pulled from your thoughts as your mother spreads Haldi across your chest. Reaching into the mixture only takes seconds before the four of you make a mess of it. The giggles are seemingly endless.

Despite the joyous moment, it’s fleeting as the hours seem to fly. Before you know it, you stand in a lavender gown that matches Kate's. You maintain an expression void of emotion, seemingly zoning out—the subtle indicators, near imperceptible. Light sweat coated your brow, and deep sighs left you as though the air was limited. You thank every and any god above for the smokescreen that keeps your beloved family from noticing. Sitting by the window as servants help Edwina prepare, you watch as Kate retrieves the gold bracelet with emeralds dancing across the band.

Edwina stands in front of the full-length mirror. Her eyebrows pinch at the sight she catches in the reflection. Her smile was curious and of awe, “Didi? What are those?”

”I brought them with us from home. I knew this season would be a success,” Kate smiles down at Edwina as she closely inspects them with a warm gaze. You keep your gaze outside the window, willing yourself to ignore every ailment that plagues you. Far too busy pondering potential ways to avoid attending Edwina’s pending nuptials.

Edwina’s head tilts as she searches for familiarity, “they are quite beautiful. How have I never seen them before?”

“They belonged to my mother. Amma wore them on her wedding day and saved them,” Edwina asks if they were saved for Kate. Kate chuckles lightly, “I brought them for you. I insist, beautiful bangles for a beautiful bride.”

”Will you wear them with me?” Edwina asks, but Kate shakes her head, assuring Edwina she will be no bride any time soon. Edwina’s gaze shifts to you, “Well then, Didi, you may very well be a bride soon. Could you wear one with me?”

“Bon—“ You sigh, your gaze meets Kate. The pity in your eyes only furthers the stir in your chest.

“I’m so nervous, but you are the bravest person I know. I don’t know, it may be silly, but wearing this, I shall have a piece of Kate with me up at the altar and knowing you’re wearing it too,” Edwina pauses, her gaze pleading as she holds the bracelet out to you, “It’ll be like we’re in this together. Maybe I can channel some of your courage.”

At the touch of your fingertips, the metal chills against your skin as it soon shackles you to your living nightmare. As Edwina returns to getting ready, you visibly falter for the first time. While your sweet little sister fails to see it, Kate’s quickly at your side. She excuses the both of you slyly, your hands trembling in hers as you both exit the room.

“Bon—“ Kate says, but you offer her a sharp, “don’t.”

You walk with haste to the nearest glass, throwing down a quick shot, ignoring Kate’s advisory against alcohol. Your eyes are misty as your defenses crumble around you. Taking a deep breath, you quickly steel yourself, marching back into the room, rendering Kate unable to console you.

It all passes in a blur as you stare absently out of the window once more. The arriving guests. The bracelets. The wedding gown. Your mother's gushing of Edwina’s beauty in her gown only fuels the fire that slowly burns from the inside out.

“Didi,” you gaze from the window onto your approaching sister. She smiles warmly, taking both your hands. Your heart caught in your throat when she said, “You love him.”

“Wha—I—uh?” You stammer, eyes widening as you try to wrap your brain around her easygoing persona.

“You should not be afraid to tell Lord Beauregard how you feel. You have been nothing like yourself, and I’ve forgotten you have not seen Lord Beauregard in some time now, and you shall see him today. Just tell him,” Edwina says, smiling sweetly. The panic fades into a tremendous relief as your shoulders fall.

“Today is your day. Don’t worry about me, Bon,” You smile, gently squeezing her hands.

“Oh, my beautiful girls,” Your mother says, her gaze moving between you. Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, her eyebrow pinching, but the door opening steals her attention away. Concurrently, your body tenses.

“Come. Let us put all the nasty gossip behind us for once and for all,” Your mother stands, taking one of your hands and Edwina’s. Kate joins, taking your own and Edwina’s free hands. She offers you a comforting squeeze. “Let us give the ton a wedding to remember and show them who we truly are.”

Outside the curtains, you stand at Kate's side as if a prisoner were standing before the guillotine. Your corset seemingly constricting as your mind fails to move your legs. You grip Kate’s hand tighter, your ears ringing so loudly you can hardly hear your whisper to her, “I fear I cannot do this, Didi.”

”You are the strongest person I know, Bon. You can. I’m with you all the way. For better or worse,” she whispers. Looking up at her, you blink back tears, and a nervous chuckle leaves you with a final quick whisper: “It sounds as if we are to be wed.”

Kate lets out a soft as she gently pulls you along with her. Servants pull the sheer curtains away as you both pass through. Your gaze finds William in seconds, sitting with Aunt the Queen. His gaze was cold and focused on the groom. You never meet the groom's gaze despite it searing a hole into your head.

You curtsy to the Queen, and William’s gaze remains behind you. As you take your place behind Kate, your gaze meets the grooms for only a second—your breath hitch as you approach the entrance, awaiting the inevitable. A smile takes your face at the sight of your mother and Edwina. Despite everything, your dear little sister always amazes you with her beautiful presence.

Archbishop begins the ceremony, but his words do not reach you. The ringing of your ears grows louder, your right hand soon fiddling at your side. Your smile falters into an absent stare as the bangle on your wrist becomes more noticeable than the gown that covers much of your skin. You let out a shaky exhale, your left hand crushing the stems of your bouquet.

Squaring your shoulders, you take a deep breath and stare forward. A weak smile on your lips as Benedict shoots you a wink—the calm brief as your gaze meets the groom. You refocus on Benedict, but it’s mere seconds, and you both return. The bobbing of his Adams apple, light sweat above his brow, his gaze unfocused, hazy—perhaps you imagine it. You are in Edwina’s place, standing before Anthony, not with a joyous smile but a smug one. A reminder that each day would be a challenge, one you’d both happily accept—a future.

“My lord,” The Archbishop shatters the fantasy with a firmness, tearing your gaze from him; you focus on Kate’s shoulder.

A brief reprieve as the wedding crashes violently with the present reality. Your left hand grips the bouquet stems so tightly it rips beneath the force of your palm as your right hand trembles at your side, the bengal sliding menacingly around your wrist. You tense as your racing heart becomes your only focus, clashing with the loud ringing in your ears.

Anthony looks around the room, and again, his gaze finds you. Edwina’s eyebrows pinch as she follows his gaze. You do not look up from Kate’s shoulder, confident that one wrong move shall bring your end. Even as Edwina turns back, prompting Anthony, his gaze flicks to your unwavering stare on Kate’s shoulder. Your trembling hand matches the pace of your raging heart as you force your tears to remain in your lids.

“I, Lord Anthony Bridgerton,” Archbishop recites, his words ringing loudly in your ears as they hit you head-on. The bengal slips from your wrist, releasing you from its confines. Your eyes close with a sigh of relief as everything quiets. Anthony stands before you when your eyes open, holding the bengal out to you. You glance at Kate, her gaze panicked as she looks between Anthony and yourself.

Lifting your hand, you falter for a second; the moment has lasted far longer than it should. Your gaze locks with his own as you reach out cautiously. His thumb brushes against your own faintly at the touch of the metal. Muttering a thank you and apology, you return to your spot with your gaze low and lips pursed, holding the bengal not placing it back on.

“I need a moment!” Edwina shouts, her voice echoing through the silence. Your eyes widen, and she’s rushing down the aisle from the altar before you can even process. A sea of indiscernible chatter fills the room as you watch your mother rush after Edwina. It all soon returns, the ringing in your ears and your chest constricting. William rises from his seat, his gaze gentle as he stares at you. You look everywhere but at Anthony. Kate grabs your hand, pulling you back down the aisle out of the ceremony.

”—we will call for tea, and once you have something in your stomach, you will be strong enough to go back out there. The Viscount—“ You stand in the doorway, Kate standing a few paces in front of you, your mother a few in front of her. Edwina paces the room, taking deep, haggard breaths. Your mother fumbles to recover the moment, “The Viscount will understand, yes Kate? (Y/n), dear, perhaps you might find that tea—“

“It is not tea that I want; it is the truth!” You freeze in place as Edwina looks at you in a way you have never seen her look at anyone. Though words enter your mind, they do not leave your parted lips. Your mother voices her confusion as you stand as a deer in headlights, teary-eyed and guilty. Edwina continues mercilessly, “Still uncharacteristically quiet, sister, how telling of your deceitful nature!”

“I don’t understand what is happening,” Your mother's gaze bounces between you. Kate sidesteps in a failed attempt to hide you from Edwina’s view, your presence only furthering her rage.

“I shall tell you what is going on, Mama. Your daughter does not love chaos, as she claims. She loves destruction! Decimation at the tips of her fingers, slowly poisoning all she touches!” You blink through your tears, unable to find the words or even begin an explanation.

“Edwina—“ Kate interjects and appears to be the only intervention that deters from her verbal assault.

“Oh, you cannot deny it now, Kate! You enable her! You always have. The two of you are constantly deceiving me. Together in your deception! You knew! Didn’t you? You knew of her feelings for him, ” Edwina narrows her eyes at Kate, the implication of her words giving your Mother much-needed clarity. Meeting your mother's gaze, your head tilts, all but pleading for comfort without words.

“Alright, that is enough. No good can come from this at present. Let us all take a moment to calm ourselves, shall we,” Your mother says, moving to Edwina’s side. She sits Edwina down, dissolving into a bundle of tears. You try to voice an apology, but your Mother turns to you, speaking sternly, “I said that is enough. You have done enough today.”

”Mama, please. I didn’t want this, please. I’m sorry,” You cry, panting softly as your words spill out. The ringing in your ears returns and grows louder steadily with each passing second. Kate interjects only to receive the same sternness, “And you. You have kept so very much from me.”

”Mama, please,” You cry; reaching out for her, she pulls away and points to the door.

“Anywhere else right now, (Y/n),” She says. Rushing out of the doors, everything splinters into a heap of colors and sounds. You pant as though you have run miles rather than mere steps. When you rush into the first set of doors you find, you rush past several faces you cannot make out. Your breathing choppy and staggered, your hand trembling without pause as you pace vehemently.

“(Y/n),” You cringe at the sound of your name, shaking your head as sobs rattle you to your core. He takes your hands, guiding you to the floor. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“It’s not William. I’ve ruined everything; I’m a terrible sister—a terrible person,” You cry, shaking your head; he places a hand on your cheek, stilling you as he wipes a tear.

“You’re far from a terrible person. Stubborn, sure, but not terrible,” He chuckles, tilting his head down to meet your gaze.

“You don’t understand—“ Panting endlessly, William keeps his gaze locked on you and takes a deep breath in and out. He continues to do so until you follow, and even then, he continues for a few moments.

”I’ve made my intentions with you—my uh, my feelings very clear. And when I realized your impact on Anthony and me, I was angry and jealous. He’s so at ease with you even when you’re annoying him, and you seem to forget anyone else is around when the two of you interact,” William says with a slight smile. Your face falls at his words.

“William, I am so sorry—“ Your voice wavers and William chuckles, shaking his head before you can continue. He nudges your side with a grin.

“No apology needed. I only wish for you to be happy (Y/n) just as I wish for Anthony, and with time, your sister will share this sentiment. Of that, I am sure. I must warn you, though, things will grow far worse before they grow better,” William says, resting your head on his shoulder; he kisses the top of your head. You close your eyes, refocusing on deep breaths.

After a few minutes you clear your throat, “I should go, the last thing I need is another scandal.”

“You’re nothing but trouble, Miss Sharma,” William grins, shaking his head. A giggle leaves you as you wrap your arms around him, squeezing his tight.

”Thank you for this,” You mutter, squeezing a little tighter as he kisses the crown of your head once more. As you head back to the room, you pause as Kate sits outside with her head in her hands. She looks up at the sound of your approaching steps, quickly rising at your sight. Neither of you says a word before silently agreeing you both must face this head-on, accomplices. You knock gently upon the door, and Edwina’s face manages to sink even further at the sight of you.

“What?” She asks coldly; before you can get a word in, Kate inquires about your mother, but Edwina cuts her off, “You seem to know all. How could I possibly offer any insight of my own?”

”Edwina, please. Your anger is with me, not Kate,” You say, earning a huff in response.

“Mother is off, getting some air,” Edwina opens the door wider before moving from it entirely. You take a cautious step inside, still lingering by the door as Kate closes it behind the two of you.

“Edwina, I never wanted to hurt you. By the time I realized, it felt far too late to say something. So, I thought that I would swallow it down to avoid this because I wanted you to

be happy. I know you wanted this badly, but I didn’t realize how deep this ran. But it does not matter; I am unfit to be Viscountess, but you, you’re perfect for it,” Your voice wavers as her teary gaze meets your own. Edwina scoffs, shaking her head.

“He said the same thing. I half expected to discover that the two of you prepared it ahead of time. Perhaps it speaks to your compatibility or your deceitful nature,” Edwina shakes her head at you, her gaze cold as ice.

“Edwina, (Y/n) has always supported. You and I both know she is not deceitful. Misguided, certainly. Stubborn almost all the time. But she’s our sister,” Kate says, eyebrows pinching as her head tilts. Edwina’s gaze bounces between the two of you. Her eyes land on Kate.

“I do not know which pains me more. Both your betrayals or your pity,” Edwina says, her head held high with a conviction you never knew her to be capable of.

“Edwina, we are sisters—“ Kate takes a step toward her, reaching out for her hands but halts at Edwina’s next words, “Half-sister, with the misfortune of having (Y/n) as a sister. I want you both to recognize that I am a grown woman and for the first time in my life, I can make a decision based on what I would like.”

Edwina glances over at you, her at ease presence furthered unraveling your nerves, “I have already imagined the life I would lead with Lord Bridgerton as Viscountess at Aubrey Hall. It lives in my mind and is mine to do with as I like. So, if I choose to marry Anthony, it will be because it pleases me and no one else. I need you both to understand that. If I go through with this wedding, it will have nothing to do with either of you.”

You swallow thickly every version of reality where you have no place in her life evident. Kate's reassurances fall victim to the high pitch. Like nails to a chalkboard in your ears. Your personalized torture.

Kate remains at your side, the silence jarring. Uncertain of an appropriate reaction, you find yourself in a hazy void. You refuse the tears pushing at the edge of your lids, no words in reach to synthesize the depths of the pit in your chest. Time fuses into a distorted blend of unrelenting dread. The footman delivers the summons, the neat handwriting familiar.

Kate hesitates as you ask her to join you. Would it fuel the fire? Further the divide? Perhaps. Even still, you both cross the silks and satins of the entryway—the wedding hall. It's still as breathtaking as you all left it.

”You sent word for me?” Your eyebrows pinch as Anthony's words linger in the air. Kate answers as your lips merely part, and no words leave you. You glance at Kate, who mirrors your visible confusion. Approaching footsteps carrying the answers to each lingering question.

Edwina enters like the calm before a storm. Her hands clasped in front of her, her gait determined, and her mindset. She passes Kate without sparing her a glance, Edwina’s gaze bouncing between you and Anthony, “I have made my decision. I thought it best that you both hear it from me.”

“Edwina, perhaps we should speak privately,” Kate suggests, earning a mirthless chuckle.

“No, and quite frankly, I am giving our sister a courtesy I was not granted,” Edwina keeps her head high, her presence delicate yet commanding. She turns to Anthony, who has not looked away from you. A rare sight of pure vulnerability in your eyes as you look at Edwina. Silently pleading for forgiveness. A soft sigh leaves Edwina as she keeps her eyes on Anthony, not continuing until she has his full attention, “I cannot marry you, Lord Bridgerton. You cannot provide me with what it is I want. What it is that I deserve. What everyone deserves. I may not know exactly what true love feels like, but I certainly know what it is not. It is not deception or, wandering eyes, or a role to be fulfilled. I cannot marry you because I cannot betray myself. You will never meet my eyes in the same manner that you met my sisters on that altar today. You will never...”

Edwina falters, a sigh escaping her as she briefly glances toward you and back to Anthony, “You will never look at me the same way. I would be your Viscountess, your wife, the mother of your children, but I would never be yours because you’ll be hers.”

Your eyes find Anthony as her words seep into your bones. Edwina addresses you and Kate with words of contempt and eyes of sorrow. Her retreating form leaves a heavy silence as Kate rushes after her. Neither of you move, Anthony at the altar and yourself a few paces down the aisle.

“I thought I taught Edwina nothing, but I fear she too shares the ability to scorch the earth in a fit of rage,” You chuckle, the tight-lipped smile dissolving into a huff, “I have ruined everything.”

”You speak as though you did it alone,” Anthony says, meeting your gaze in the same spot where he was meant to recite his vows.

“I should go,” You whisper, watching as he glances off, seemingly pondering something. Clearing your throat, you square your shoulders, “Lord Bridgerton.”

”You should stay,” He says, an odd ease to his demeanor. You can only wonder if he feels the turmoil that rages within you. He tilts his head, “Your sister is braver and wiser than us both. She had the courage to act on what she sensed between us. And here we are, you ready to flee and myself standing perfectly still. We’ve felt it for months.”

You inhale sharply, and the reality is apparent: you cannot escape this. Speaking hardly above a whisper, you fidget with the skirts of your dress, “I’ve lit more than enough fires today. If I were wise, I would go.”

”Then, only for a moment, my pyromaniac, play the fool with me. Humor me in this inevitability, a fate that cannot be. Explore the untenable depths of our desires for this moment only before we face the reality waiting for us out there,” Anthony holds out his hand to you. His smile does not reach his eyes as you stare at his hand before you.

A sigh leaves you as you chew on your bottom lip. You cross your arms, raising your head high, “If I am to play the fool, you will have to address me by my proper honorific, of course.”

”And what’s that?” Anthony’s eyebrows pinch as you turn your head.

“Viscount Bridgerton, of course,” You smirk as the realization slowly dawns upon him. A hearty laugh leaves his lips as you accept his hand with a gentle grin.

“The sky could be falling in, and you would find a way to jest,” Anthony smiles as he shakes his head. You nod, chuckling beneath his gaze, far closer than you were a few seconds prior. Neither of you, aware of when or how you got so close. The warmth brings a merriment that blurs the line between what can and cannot be.

The violins.

The flowers.

The gossip eager Ton.

The bride and groom at an altar without wedding bells. ”I fear I have destroyed my relationship with my sister.”

“And I, with my best friend.”

You give his hands a gentle squeeze on your own, gasping as he pulls you forward. The touch of your lips light at the climax of your shared fantasy. As you both pull apart, the warmth chills. You are not husband and wife; you are a scandal.

A smudge on both of your reputations.

[nihyunluvskookie]

Love and religion fought. We lost.

PROMPT. “we tried we tried so much, but in the end we lost.”

PAIRING. Joshua x female reader

GENRE. angst

WARNINGS. Mention of blood, mcd, different religions, gun

WORD COUNT. 2.6K

AUTHOR’S NOTE. Finally I am here with this fic, I battled so much before posting, I don't want to offend any religion and I know it's a sensitive topic but I wanted to write it so bad. And since I decided to write angst for 13 members long ago, here's the first one. And angst being my favorite genre till now I tried doing justice to the fic, and since it's a bit of desi setting, it's a win for desi readers. Hope you like it. And I would be tagging people/readers who commented in that post earlier hehe ^^

Happy reading :)

TAG. @thepoopdokyeomtouched @aestheticfangirl @scarlet789 @nobraincellmode @woofie-nctzen-fanarts

Seventeen as angst trope

“You’re looking so pretty” I looked around, and saw my family members coming towards me and applying haldi on me, I looked at myself and saw myself wearing a yellow sharara, I saw my sister coming towards me and hugging me tight. “Hope you stay happy always like this, even after marriage” and somewhere my emotions were lost the moment someone told me this, I couldn't even recognize the voice at that point.

“Shua, I want to wear different outfits for all the ceremonies but too sad, you won’t be able to see me.” I smiled at him and he just laughed and pulled me closer in his embrace, “But you’re going to be my wife, so I would get a lifetime to watch you wear your favorite clothes” and he pinched my nose playfully. “I want to get married twice, one in all the traditions we follow and another one in your way. I don’t want to miss out on wearing a white gown and kissing you infront of everyone.”

“I’ll fulfill all your wishes, my love.”“I love you so much, Joshua”

“I love you too meri jaan” and he smiled at me once again, his smile was something that healed me every time.

“You look pretty Mishka, he is so lucky” and my mom kissed my forehead, I tried to look at her but somewhere I just couldn’t look at her at all, not after all this.

Everyone looked so happy and seemed like they were enjoying it every second, I tried to smile at them but I failed terribly. There was something wrong with me because I couldn’t express my emotions anymore. I failed to show them how I felt, as if my mind wanted to show them but my heart refused to do anything. It was the sign I lost, we lost.

“I would be the in-charge of the decorations, I want everything to be golden.”“You surely love the golden colour a lot Mishka” and he laughed and it was melody to my ears, “Yes I do and I love one more thing” he looked at me confused, “You” and I kissed him.

“You just know how to steal kisses.” And he pulled me closer by my neck and kissed me again. Every time I kissed him, I kissed him like it was my last kiss and I loved the feeling so much. I want to kiss him till the time I can’t kiss him anymore and I want to remember how he felt.

“Joshua”

“Yes, love”

“Do…you think…”“Think?” he was looking at me and I was feeling nervous, I wanted to say it loud, but he suddenly cupped my face. “What’s wrong?”

“I should tell them about us, it’s been eight years… already” “Mishka” he kissed me again and then looked at me, “if you want to tell your parents about us, you can. I’ll be there with you. We will go and talk to them, they will accept us.”

“Mishka, your mehendi looks so pretty” I turned to look at the person doing my mehendi, and here I wanted to put his initials. “And it’s done” The moment I looked at my hand, I saw the way my hand had someone else’s name’s initial, a stranger whom I don’t even know. I wanted to run away, but two things stopped me, Joshua’s thoughts and then my own family’s reputation. If I wanted, I could’ve taken a step and ran away already, but Joshua’s thoughts stopped me from doing anything.

It was raining and I ran outside, “Mishka, stop” I wanted to dance in the rain. “You’ll fall sick Mishka” For once I didn’t want to listen to his words, he always tells me I will fall sick but then he is the one who takes care of me so falling sick is worth it since he’s with me.

He suddenly came and picked me up, “Shua, oh god”

“I love you so much Mishka, I can’t explain. I want to marry you as soon as possible and want to make you mine officially.” I smiled at him, he had never confessed to me like this directly, and for marriage. He puts me down and looks at me, “Mishka, do you want to marry me?” I smiled at him, “And what makes you think that asking me like this would change my answer?” he looked nervous, “If I don’t marry you then I don’t know what will happen” “And I can never see you being someone else’s, so if you don’t marry me, I will die.”

“And I will never let that happen” and I kissed him. Losing him was never an option for me. He was my everything, he found me when I was left in the dark, and he was there for me when I was alone. And if I don’t get to be with the person I love the most, I have no idea what will I do ever in my life.

I parted and looked at him, “So will you marry me?” I nodded, “Yes, Joshua, I would be ruining my life if I said no to you” and he kissed me again under the rain.

I looked at myself, wearing the red lehenga, and I didn’t know how to respond to any of the fact, that I was getting married and my thoughts were interrupted, “Di, someone came to see you-”

“Mishi”

I turned to look at Joshua, Mishti was standing near the door and then there was Joshua beside her, “I would be leaving di, just know I am here for you.”

He walked towards me and hugged me tight, “Mishka, I can’t” I wanted to hug him tight, but my hands refused to move, no matter how much I wanted to hold him tight and cry in his embrace, he was home for me. He parted and cupped my face, “Mishka, let’s go. Let’s leave this place”

“Mishi, this is not what we want, it’s against our wish, let’s go. You’re not happy, I know it Mishka. I will take you somewhere you don’t have to suffer alone.”

“Joshua…”

“What happened Mishka? I am here for you, just for you. Let’s go, I know we can’t end like this.”

“Joshua, jo hona tha woh ho gaya, ab kuch nehi kar sakte hain, mere haatho me zanjeeren hai, koi reha nehi kar sakta aur.” (Joshua, we can’t do anything now, it’s all done, I am tied with shackles in my hand, and no one can free me anymore)

“Mishka, was it a lie?” and I had no answer, I couldn’t tell him directly, that, they told me they would kill him, if I went back to him.

“Maa, please listen to me once. Maa please” I was banging on the door but no one was listening to me, I wanted to run away. I want to run away from here and never come back. My tears were falling like no tomorrow.

“Mishka one more word and you know what can your dad do.”

“Maa, no. You won’t do anything. YOU CAN’T DO THIS!! Maa!!” I was banging on the door and then heard her unlock the door. The moment I saw her face, I started crying more, I wiped my tears and the moment I was about to say something hoping she would give me a chance to speak but she slapped me hard. She locked the door and dragged me towards my bed and pushed me there.

“One more word and Mishka-

Enough was enough, how could she do this to her own daughter?

“What was his fault? What was my fault? We just fell in love”

“Mishka you better- I wanted to scream, but the moment our eyes met, she shouted “Do you not know your dad? Do you not know what are the things that means a lot to your dad? And fault? We let you study outside and you do this to us?” “What did I do maa?” I walked towards her, my tears didn’t want to stop, they refused to listen to me for the first time. “If falling in love is a crime then yes, I did it. I DID IT” and another slap, “you are going nowhere and you are breaking up with him. You will leave him and get married to the guy we choose for you, who is right for you.” She was about to leave, but then turned back to look at me, “You don’t remember your limits? He’s a guy from a different religion and we are never saying yes to that. We can’t allow you, and remember society and reputation are everything for us.”

“Maa-” “Give up Mishka, I am against it. And don’t even think about running away, because I’m warning you again, your dad can go to any limits to separate you from him.” and that’s when I understood she wasn’t even joking, they can kill him, kill us anytime they want.

“We can’t Joshua” And I never told him the exact reason, because knowing him, he would not even regret telling me, he wanted to be together with me, didn’t matter if he stayed or died.

“We still have time, if you want we can run away right now and no one will get to know, we will go somewhere far” I took a deep breath and shook my head, clearly knowing what is going to be the consequence if I take this step, they will hunt me down and kill all of us.

“Joshua, we can’t”

“Joshua, we can’t be together, please move on from me.”

“Mishka-”

“Joshua.”

“Mis-”

“Joshua, we can’t, they will kill us. I CAN’T DO ANYTHING.” And that was the moment, I couldn’t hold back anything, if I knew I was going to be a coward for all my life then I wouldn’t have started any of this at all. I can’t even be happy with the person I love.

“And I had to choose, to see you getting killed or give up on us. And I choose you to be happy, happy without me.”

“Uss din se hamare saari bitaye lamhein, uss yaadon ke kamre me band ho gai” (that day all moments we spent together got locked in the room of our memories)

The moment he walked away from that room, I felt my heart shattering each second and into millions of pieces. I was the one who chose this for myself, letting go of the person whom I loved the most, even more than my own life. My choices in life were the ones which made me suffer the most but falling in love with him was never a choice, it was like fate and a string that was pulling me towards him and I went on with it.

I looked towards the door, from where he left, and saw Mishti coming inside, “Di, it’s time to go. Everyone’s waiting for you.” I took a deep breath and she hugged me tight, “Di, I hope he will understand” I hugged her tight, if only I could tell this to myself, but marriage? It’s the bond that holds two people together and there’s no turning back from the promises that would be made. “He can’t and so do I. I can’t make myself understand anything Mishti. I am hurting the person whom I love the most and it’s hurting me more.”

From there I don’t even remember how I walked down the aisle and I was already sitting beside the person with whom I was getting married, my face had no emotion. I couldn’t bring myself to look at anyone else. “Mishka, bring your hand forward” I was trying to focus on whatever was going on, but my body wasn’t responding to any of the words; I barely heard what maa said. I didn’t want to bring my hand forward, if I brought my hand and kept my hand on his, it would bind us forever in this sacred bond. “Mishka” Once more I hear her saying my name.

“Mishka” the moment I heard my name again but this was a different voice, I looked straight. I thought my eyes were deceiving me but I saw him walking towards me “You look so pretty Mishka, I always imagined you wearing this bridal lehenga, and look at you, you look so pretty but one thing I never imagined was, you wearing this and getting married to someone else.” and I couldn’t process anything, “you look so lovely Mishka, it feels like one of my dreams came true, partially I am so happy I got to see you in this.” I never interrupted him, but his voice was getting shaky, something which never happened to him, “Your parents came to visit me, they told me, they would never say yes and in the end, you chose them” “I am asking you for the one last time” and I could see the desperation on his face, “Take my hand and let’s runaway. I can’t see you getting married to someone else” he stopped, not very close to me and not very far from me.

There was silence, I almost couldn’t say anything, I wanted to say yes so badly but my whole family was holding me back, all the moments we spent together were flashing in front of me. I took a deep breath and was about to speak “Josh-”

“Looks like your silence and hesitation gave me the answer. Mishka, I love you so much that I can never explain in words, but one thing I can never do is, tumko kisi aur ka hote dekhna, I can never do that. I meant everything I told you that day.” He took out a gun and pointed at himself, and my reflexive action was to stand and run towards him, “Love and religion fought. We lost. We tried we tried so much, but in the end we lost. I will love you forever” And he shot himself, even before I could reach him, and his lifeless body was lying infront of me. I fell on my knees, I was holding his body, I tried shaking him, but there was no response, I wanted to hold his hand. The blood painted him and painted me red, I couldn’t see anything anymore. “Joshua, Joshua please wake up” I was shaking his body, I couldn’t do anything anymore, “Joshua, please wake up, let’s go”

I felt people coming towards me, all the emotions I was holding back, my tears came out and I was crying, I couldn’t stop.

“Mishka” and it was my mom, she was trying to pull me by my arm, but this time I pulled my arm back. I was holding Joshua’s hand and looked at her. “Dekh liya kya kar diya, khushi mil gai aap logo ko,” my mind wasn’t working anymore, “Losing yourself is better than losing the person you love and I saw the love of my life killing himself infront of me do you think I am in my right mind right now.” I grabbed the gun, “Mishka leave that”

“Mishka drop the gun”

“Mishka, don’t”

But all I could hear was his voice, his last words telling me he loved me. My ears were hearing his voice, my eyes never moved from his body. The fact, that the golden kurta he was wearing was now painted in red. I was going feral with each passing second, I was dying each second. I closed my eyes for a second and looked at my maa papa. I saw someone dragging Mishti away from me, I loved her but I loved him as well, he is alone, and he has no one here right now. I couldn’t leave him alone like this when he never left me.

“Ab iske baad jo bhi hoga uske jimmedaar baas aap dono honge, baas aap dono” (and whatever happens after this, two of you are going to be the reason, just you two) I was pointing the gun towards them and I could hear all the screaming and shouting but everything slowed down and in a fraction of a second I pointed the gun at myself and I pulled the trigger.

[bm-blog01]

My Favourite Kate Looks Review...

Tomorrow I will be posting my number one favourite Kate look, but before I do let's review numbers 2-10

10. My list began with the number 10 look, Kate in Bridgerton Blue. This had a light summery feel to it, but noticeably Kate's dress was coordinated with Anthony's waistcoat with both a similar colour and pattern.

9. In the number 9 position is Kate's Pall Mall look. The dress is lilac, but still of slightly heavier material than some later dresses she wears, and her hairstyle is not overly loose or undone as yet, however, throughout the game we do see her hair loosen and begin to come undone, to symbolise that this is the beginning of Kate coming 'undone' in terms of her emotions through the series.

8. Coming in at number 8 is the Sheffield Dinner look. This dress is a teal with a sheer white overdress that gives it an ombre effect in some light, and with movement. The dress is made of a satin type of material and inlaid with rhinestones which makes the dress shimmer and sparkle.

7. In seventh place is Kate's bridesmaid look. Kate's dress here is again lilac and at first glance it looks relatively simple, but on closer inspection it can be seen that there is quite a lot of detailed embroidering on the dress.

6. Coming in at sixth place is Kate's Haldi Look. In this Kate is wearing a marigold gown, and her hair is mostly loose, the overall look her is very simple and reflects the intimacy of the moment with the Sharma women.

5. In fifth place is Kate's riding habit, noticeable about this in the hunt scene is that the colour of her habit matches the lapels on Anthony's waistcoat. This reflects back to the tea earlier in the episode where Kate's dress and Anthony's waistcoat matched.

4. In fourth place was the Featherington Ball look. This was Kate in an Orange Gown with a Gold overlay. I like to think that in a way it was meant to represent a wedding gown, noting orange is next to red on the colour wheel. In this gown I also see aspects that are reminiscent of previous gowns Kate has worn.

3. In third place was the Hearts and Flowers Ball. I loved seeing her in pink, and this is a very soft look emphasising Kate's vulnerability, but it also has some romantic aspects to the look.

2. In second place, as revealed last week was the Epilogue look. This was Kate's softest look in the entire show, and represented her coming to a happy place in her life. She is loved and has found her place in the world.

So what do you think will be number 1? Do you have a favourite, and if so what is it?

[sukibenders]

I wish s2 didn't focus on the Featheringtons and Whistledown that much in the show, and scrapped the whole love triangle as that was completely unnecessary and just weighed everything down because, not only does it take away interesting and needed moments with the Sharmas, we could have seen more aspects of their culture in the show. Like I would have loved to see Kate and Edwina discuss their distaste for English tea more, see both cultures represented during the wedding (like Kate telling Anthony about how she would prefer to wear a gown that isn't white because of its connotations with mourning for example), see the Sharmas in traditional Indian clothing like saris and witnessing a Haldi ceremony, see Anthony search for a cook who would make foods that remind Kate of home. Like there was so much that could have been added! Shondaland, I'm in your walls!

[mohifashion]

The Ultimate Bridesmaid Checklist

Being a bridesmaid is an exciting and important role in a wedding, and one of the most crucial decisions you'll make is selecting the perfect attire. From the exquisite wedding lehengas to trendy bridesmaid dresses, it's essential to plan ahead and ensure that you look your best while complementing the bride's style. In this blog post, we'll provide you with a comprehensive bridesmaid checklist to help you navigate through the process of finding the ideal dress for various wedding events, including engagement ceremony, weddings, and more.

Wedding Theme and Dress Code:

Before starting your hunt for the perfect bridesmaid attire, understand the wedding theme and dress code. Aligning your Indian dress with the overall ambiance of the wedding is of utmost importance. Whether it's a traditional or modern affair, knowing the theme will guide your choices and help you select an appropriate ensemble.

Explore Bridal Lehengas:

While the bride will be the center of attention in her bridal lehenga, you can complement her look by choosing a bridesmaid lehenga that complements the bride's outfit and matches the wedding color palette. Consider the bride's preferences and coordinate with her to find a lehenga that strikes the perfect balance between individual style and overall harmony.

Bridesmaid Dresses for Indian Weddings:

If the wedding calls for Indian dresses, explore a range of bridesmaid dresses that suit the occasion. Consider the wedding's color scheme and preferences while choosing a dress that flatters your body type. You can opt for various styles such as flared lehenga choli for women, long flowing, frock style Anarkali Suit, Two piece outfit like Sharara, Croptop, floor length Gowns keeping in mind the bride's overall vision and your own comfort.

Dresses to Wear to Weddings:

Apart from the main wedding event, there may be additional occasions like engagement ceremonies, Haldi ceremony, cocktail parties, and sangeet nights. Plan your wardrobe in advance, considering the specific dress codes for these events. Explore elegant and fashionable options like Anarkali dresses, indo-western fusion outfits, or contemporary gowns that reflect your personal style and the ambiance of the event.

 Wedding Wear Dresses for Different Seasons:

Consider the season and climate when selecting your bridesmaid dress. Opt for lighter fabrics and breathable materials like chiffon or georgette for summer weddings, while velvet or silk blends work well for winter weddings. Choosing weather-appropriate dresses will ensure you're comfortable throughout the festivities.

Accessories and Footwear:

Complete your bridesmaid ensemble with the right accessories and footwear. Coordinate with the bride and other bridesmaids to maintain a cohesive look. Choose accessories like statement jewelry, elegant clutches, and stylish footwear that complement your dress and elevate your overall appearance.

Alterations and Fittings:

Ensure you have ample time for alterations and fittings to ensure your bridesmaid dress fits perfectly. Schedule appointments with a trusted tailor or boutique well in advance to avoid any last-minute alterations. This step is crucial for achieving a polished and well-fitted look on the wedding day.

Being a bridesmaid is a privilege, and selecting the perfect wedding wear dresses is a key aspect of fulfilling your role. By following this comprehensive bridesmaid checklist, you can confidently choose a stunning lehenga or dress that reflects your style, matches the wedding theme, and complements the bride's ensemble. Remember, your role is to support and enhance the bride's special day while looking and feeling your best. With careful planning and attention to detail, you'll be a picture-perfect bridesmaid at the upcoming wedding celebrations.

[kepamount]

Hiii! i freaking love you and all your work! i wanted to know when you’ll be posting the next part of blue moon (that is if you still are) and also do you think y/n and mason will be having a joint desi and english wedding and all of the rituals? and future kids😭

thank you lovely!! 🫶🏽

i think i might just finish blue moon where it is, i’m not sure i want to carry it on anymore 😔 i might make an epilogue at some point tho!!

omg yes y/n and mason will for sure we having a desi wedding and an english wedding! y/n grew up in england so she wants to have a white wedding as well as a traditional indian wedding

it’d start with the ceremony at a stately country manor house, y/n in a beautiful white figure-hugging gown with a train and mason in a black tux crying at the altar when she walks down the aisle to an instrumental of a love song that y/n wrote for him. they’ll both cry during their vows even though mason’s is full of stupid jokes, and then he’ll kiss her softly when the ceremony ends. then they’ll have the reception in a ballroom with florals and veuve clicquot and a string quartet. they’ll both have an outfit change ofc with their extra selves 😭 their first dance would be to an instrumental version of a bollywood song like maula mere maula 🥹 their loved ones will do speeches and toasts and it’ll be a classy night until everyone gets drunk on cocktails and they finally stumble into their rooms at like 3am

then the week after that will be all the events of an indian wedding but rather than the bride and groom being split, their families do all the events together (bc obviously mason’s white family don’t know what they’re doing 😭). they’ll have a maiyan with rangoli in the chelsea badge, and it’ll end with mason and y/n throwing the haldi paste at each other 💀 they’ll have a ladies sangeet with everyone getting their mehndi done(the boys will all ask for the chels lion or something stupid like that 💀), and mason’s gonna spend forever looking for his initials and his number 19 in y/n’s mehndi. he’s gonna be annoying and try to get involved in the boliyan that y/n’s aunties and grandmothers are singing, but he’ll be demoted to doing the tambourine. the jago night will be dance battle after dance battle, and mason’s stupid ass gets lectured by y/n’s bibi for nearly dropping the jago 😭

mason’s gonna facetime y/n on the wedding morning for her to check that his turban is on properly but steph and isla will answer instead so he can’t see her getting ready. y/n will be at the gurdwara early and she’ll watch the milni through a window, nearly crying at her and mason’s families greeting each other. when y/n walks into the hall in her red bridal lehenga, everyone will be gasping and mason can’t help but look even though he’s not supposed to, making him cry at the sight of her again. y/n sits beside him and he’ll crack some stupid joke before the ceremony starts, the two of them giggling like idiots. they’ll do the ceremony, mason so nervous about making sure he gets everything right, walking slowly for the four laavan so y/n doesn’t trip over behind him. when the fourth laav is done, they’ll both be smiling like idiots bc they’re officially married in both cultures. they won’t be able to help themselves from holding hands during all the hymns and when everyone finally leaves the hall at the end of the ceremony, they’ll get to share a cute little kiss.

y/n and the bride’s side will go back to her parents house, and when mason and his side arrive at the house, y/n’s sister and all the girls will be at the door, making him do stupid challenges and getting him to pay them a grand each so he can take their sister. y/n will cry as she says bye to her family, leaving the house as a married woman, and mason will have tissues for her in his pocket but he’ll also be trying not to laugh at her 😭

y/n and mason will get ready for the reception at his house, both of them in navy blue for the party, and they’ll do a big extra entrance into the hall with flashing lights and dhol players. they’ll cut the wedding cake, mason feeding y/n a piece and y/n smushing a piece into mason’s cheek instead. they’ll have another first dance, this time to an instrumental of Die For You, and then it’ll go straight into everyone joining them on the dance floor bc the dj’s playing classic wedding bhangra. they’ll both dance until their feet hurt and everyone will get super drunk with the free bar, and the whole thing will just be perfect 🥹

[zerogravity-photography]

Radhika Merchant’s Wedding Costumes: A Photographic Journey

Radhika Merchant’s wedding to Anant Ambani was a spectacular blend of elegance, tradition, and modernity, making it one of the most talked-about events of the year. Celebrated with grandeur and a deep respect for cultural traditions, each event in the wedding sequence showcased Radhika in exquisite costumes that reflected her unique style and the rich heritage of Indian bridal fashion. From the engagement to the reception, her outfits were a testament to her impeccable taste and the skilled craftsmanship of her designers. delved into the intricate details of Radhika’s stunning costumes for each event and provided tips on how to capture the essence of these beautiful moments through wedding photography.

Engagement Ceremony

For her engagement, Radhika chose a resplendent lehenga adorned with intricate embroidery and embellishments. The pastel hues combined with traditional motifs created a perfect blend of elegance and grace. As a photographer, focusing on the fine embroidery, beadwork, and intricate designs through close-up shots can highlight the craftsmanship. Utilizing natural light will bring out the softness of the pastel colors and the shimmer of the embellishments, while candid shots of the couple’s interactions can capture the joy and excitement of the engagement ceremony.

Sangeet Ceremony

For the Sangeet, Radhika opted for a glamorous and sparkling gown replete with sequins and beads, designed to dazzle under the event’s lighting. Photographers can use dynamic lighting techniques to capture the sparkle and shine of the gown. Highlighting the flow and movement of the gown during dance performances can add a magical touch to the photos. Additionally, focusing on the joyous expressions of the bride and guests will convey the festive spirit of the Sangeet ceremony.

Haldi Ceremony

Radhika’s choice for the Haldi ceremony was a simple yet elegant yellow saree, allowing the natural beauty of the ritual to take center stage. Incorporating natural elements like marigold flowers and turmeric can enhance the cultural significance of the photos. Close-up shots of the application of haldi on the bride can showcase the intimacy of the ritual, while documenting the emotions of family and friends can capture the joy and blessings for the bride.

Wedding Ceremony

Radhika’s wedding outfit was a traditional red bridal lehenga, richly embroidered with gold thread and adorned with jewels, epitomizing the grandeur and heritage of Indian weddings. Capturing the grandeur of the bride’s entrance and focusing on the intricate details and jewelry of her outfit can create stunning images. Documenting key moments like the exchange of garlands, the seven vows, and the tying of the mangalsutra will capture the essence of the wedding ceremony. Including family and group portraits can convey the communal joy of the event.

Reception

For the reception, Radhika chose a sophisticated and modern gown that blended Western influences with Indian aesthetics. This elegant outfit was designed to make a lasting impression. Photographers should use elegant and poised poses to match the sophistication of the gown and choose a grand and luxurious backdrop to enhance the reception’s theme. Capturing candid moments of interactions between the couple and their guests will showcase the celebration’s essence and provide a well-rounded view of the event.

Conclusion

Radhika Merchant’s wedding was a beautiful blend of tradition, culture, and modernity, reflected in her choice of costumes for each event. As a wedding photographer, capturing these moments requires a keen eye for detail, an understanding of cultural nuances, and the ability to convey emotions through the lens. Each outfit and event offers a unique opportunity to create timeless memories that the couple will cherish forever.

[shaadiwish]

Check Out Shreya And Rohit’s Stunning Pastel-Hued Wedding That Was Straight Out Of A Dream! For More Such Trends And Ideas, Stay Tuned With ShaadiWish.

[charchaandcollection]

The Timeless Elegance of Sharara Dresses for Weddings: Char Chand's Look

Sharara dresses have long been a popular choice for weddings, and Char Chand has masterfully channelled this tradition with his stunning collection of sharara, flare pants, and often embellished tops. Combining comfort and elegance Suitable for a variety of wedding celebrations.

Charm of Sharara

What makes Sharara clothing especially attractive is its versatility. Be it a mehndi ceremony, a musical or a grand wedding. You can style your sharara to suit any occasion. The flowing silhouette allows for easy movement while maintaining a captivating aesthetic. Char Chand's designs often feature intricate embroidery, bright colours, and luxurious fabrics that elevate the overall look. Makes it perfect for the bride and guests.

Dress up in Chara's outfit.

Char Chand has a wide selection of Sharara dresses. This can be styled in many different ways. The intricately embroidered sharara can be paired with a matching or contrasting kurta to create a sophisticated yet fun look. Adding statement accessories like earrings or a choker necklace will add a touch of sophistication to the outfit. For traditional jutti shoes or embellished sandals, they work beautifully to complete an ethnic look.

Textiles and Paints

Fabric selection is essential when choosing a sharara outfit. Char Chaand uses a variety of materials such as silk, chiffon, and georgette to create comfortable and eye-catching garments. When talking about colours the brand has used a palette that ranges from deep jewel tones to soft pastels. It allows brides and guests to choose colours that complement their style and skin tone.

The Char Chaand Experience

Char Chaand is dedicated to creating not just clothing, but an experience. Their designs often reflect a perfect blend of traditional craftsmanship and contemporary fashion. Each piece is meticulously crafted to ensure that wearers feel confident and beautiful. The brand’s attention to detail is evident in the delicate embroidery, intricate embellishments, and overall finish of their garments.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the sharara dress for wedding is a timeless choice, offering a unique blend of elegance and comfort. Char Chaand’s exquisite collections celebrate this traditional attire while infusing modern elements, making it a go-to destination for those seeking the perfect sharara. Whether you’re a bride or a guest, a sharara from Char Chaand will ensure you make a memorable impression on your special day. Embrace the beauty of this versatile outfit and celebrate love and joy in style!

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[sadyasnata]

5 Reasons Why you should Check out Mugdha’s Big Ugadi Sale 

Discover the irresistible allure of Mugdha Sarees' Ugadi Sale! Not only does Mugdha Sarees offer an exquisite collection of handcrafted designer silk sarees, but it also presents an array of compelling reasons why you shouldn't miss their sale.

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At Mugdha Sarees' Ugadi Sale, each handloom saree is priced competitively, offering up to 40% off starting from March 14th. You'll find exceptional quality at prices that will pleasantly surprise you.

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Explore a wide range of Handloom Silk sarees, including Kanjeevarams, Gadwals, Banaras, Paithani, Zari Kota, Venkatagiri, Ikkat and many other silk varieties, curated to captivate your senses. With such an extensive collection, you're bound to find the perfect saree that speaks to your style and preferences.

#3 Alluring Bridal Collections

Explore our captivating bridal collection, where you'll find a stunning array of unique color combinations and diverse designs, all available at fantastic discounts. Whether you're celebrating the vibrant festivities of Haldi or embracing the intricate beauty of Mehndi, discover the perfect selections for every moment of your wedding journey. Welcome to a world of elegance and savings – your dream wedding starts here!

#4 Empowering Artisans!

By patronizing Mugdha Sarees, you contribute to the livelihoods of handloom weavers from Kanchipuram, Banaras, Gadwal, Dharmavaram, Venkatagiri, Paithani, and beyond. Your support helps preserve traditional craftsmanship and empowers artisans who pour their heart and soul into their creations. Every saree at Mugdha Sarees is a testament to meticulous craftsmanship, blending tradition with modern aesthetics. Our artisans handcraft each saree with precision and care, ensuring that every piece is unique.

#5 Beyond Sarees!

While sarees steal the spotlight, Mugdha Sarees also offer an extensive variety of Lehengas in Kanjeevaram Pattu, Ready Made Dresses, Kurtis, Designer Gowns, Lehengas, and Menswear. Make your special day even more memorable with our exquisite Lehengas.

If these five compelling reasons don't convince you to visit Mugdha Sarees' stores during our Ugadi Sale, then you're missing out on an essential part of life's celebrations. Hurry and make your way to any Mugdha Sarees store in Bangalore to avail of up to 40% off on our stunning collection of sarees and ensembles.

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