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The 13th Anniversary Arshi Fiesta

Moodboard : Historical AU

Whispers of the Heart | Chapter 08

I am not very good at writing ffs. I even read ffs very selectively. But it was an attempt of me to participate in the 13th-anniversary arshi fiesta.

I might be wrong about certain aspects of that age and era, but it's a fantasy, so why not? I don't own Arnav and Khushi and the story is purely fictional and has no relation to any living or dead. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Chapter 8

It was a joyous affair, brimming with colour and laughter. The blushing bride and groom faced each other, ready to begin their jaimala ceremony. Khushi's radiant smile lit up her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief and laughter. She was delighted to witness not only her brother's wedding but also one of her childhood friend's special day. She was somewhat relieved to see Arnav loosen up a bit as well.

Khushi was ecstatic when Mr. Ganguly and his family left early to catch their train, unable to stay for the late-night pheres. They promised to keep in touch once back in Calcutta. She secretly hoped they would break their promise.

As soon as the Pandit asked them to proceed the ceremony, Akash lifted Aman to prevent Anjali from placing the jaimala around his neck, causing ripples of laughter among the crowd. Suddenly, Arnav appeared from behind and lifted Anjali up, surprising both brothers. As a result, Anjali successfully placed the mala around her future husband's neck.

It was such a trivial moment, but Khushi couldn't help but blush as the muscles of his arms bulged beneath the black kurta from the exertion. The corded muscles of his back and shoulders rippled with strength as he moved. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his defined forearms sprinkled with dark hair. He had gotten a haircut a few days ago, and the neatness of it accentuated the ruggedness of the two-day stubble, making him look irresistibly handsome.

Khushi's gaze lingered on him, captivated by the effortless masculinity he exuded. Her thoughts began to drift, drawn into a vivid daydream. She imagined him dressed as a groom, standing tall and proud in a mandap adorned with flowers and lights. She saw herself standing beside him, her hands adorned with henna, dressed in a resplendent bridal outfit. The image was so vivid and beautiful that it made her heart ache. But as quickly as the vision appeared, she shook her head to dispel it. Khushi lowered her head, her cheeks still warm from the blush, and tried to focus on the present, determined not to let her imagination run wild.

A soft knock interrupted Khushi's struggle with an earring, prompting her to turn around from where she was sitting in front of her dressing table. There, on her doorstep, stood Arnav. The warm light above her head, combined with the fading evening glow, created a soft halo around her.

But as she tucked her loose hair behind her left ear, her fingers brushed against the earring she was wearing. Her mind went back to Arnav again and what transpired between them a few hours ago.

Arnav stood transfixed for a moment, taking in the marvellous sight before him. Khushi always possessed an effortless beauty, but today she looked truly ethereal in a maroon-red saree that draped elegantly around her figure. The colour seemed to illuminate her skin, giving it a radiant, almost translucent quality. Her raven-black hair flowed like a silken waterfall down her back, enhancing the allure of her appearance. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still.

"Arnav," her soft voice broke his reverie.

" Um...I'm here for Aman's sherwani. He needs to get ready. It's almost time," He replied in a thick voice.

" Oh! it's on that table."

Nodding his head, Arnav moved towards the designated table but his attention was suddenly diverted by the sound of Khushi's distress.

" Hai !! Devi maiya!!! e kya ho geya???? What will I wear to the wedding now? " she whined.

"what happened? "

"See, my earring broke," she exclaimed, turning her whole body to the left.She displayed the broken pieces with an adorable pout. The corners of Arnav's lips lifted of their own accord.

He kneeled in front of her, "Let me see."

Handing him the earring, Khushi clutched the side of the stool she was sitting on. His proximity sent a shiver down her spine as his familiar scent swirling around her, tinged with a hint of musk and sandalwood. Despite her previous distraction with the earring, she couldn't help but notice how impeccably he had dressed for the occasion. The black kurta he wore draped his frame with subtle elegance. Was it the kurta that made him look so debonair, or was it he who made the ordinary kurta look spectacular? Before she could find an answer, she heard him ask. "Do you have any safety pin?"

Her hands darted out to find one. Once she handed it over, he deftly coiled its wire into a circle and used it to mend her broken earring, restoring it to its former charm. Khushi's entire face lit up, eliciting a sense of accomplishment in her companion as he gazed at her.

Taking the earring from him, Khushi turned back toward the mirror. Her fingers trembled as she attempted to secure it on her left ear. Each time she tried, the delicate jewellery slipped through her grasp, frustrating her efforts. Arnav remained kneeling before her, his gaze fixed on her struggle with a calm intensity. With a sigh of exasperation, Khushi tried again, determined to succeed this time. Sensing her struggle, Arnav reached out and gently grasped her hand. "Let me."

Carefully, he retrieved the earring from her trembling fingers and brushed her hair aside, exposing her left earlobe. He delicately secured the earring in her piercing. The warmth contrasted with the coolness of the jewellery. His fingers lingered, causing goosebumps to rise on the back of her neck. Their noses nearly touched as Khushi turned to meet his gaze. The air around them came alive, vibrating with an almost palpable energy.

Arnav's gaze drifted to the centre of her eyebrows; her bindi had become slightly askew from her previous struggle. Without breaking the moment, his left hand moved gently to adjust it, his touch gentle and focused, almost as if in a trance. After ensuring the bindi was perfectly in place, his fingertips trailed down her cheek in a tender caress. The closeness between them was intoxicating, and most importantly, Khushi's mind was free from any haziness. Even in the dim light, she could see the subtle dilation of his pupils and how the golden streaks in his irises blended seamlessly with the rich caramel brown. And how every tiny muscle in his face appeared to unwind, shaping his features into an expression she hadn't fully familiarized herself with yet.

"Oh, Sanka Devi, jaldi niche aao, aur kitni deer se taiyaar hogi ?"

Buaji's voice shattered the moment in an instant. Arnav swiftly rose, grabbed the sherwani, and hastily left her room. But, a spark of hope lightened her heart. It was the expression on his face, which had remained constant since he had come back to Dehli for the wedding. She always prided herself on being intimately familiar with every subtle nuance of his expressions, akin to knowing the back of her hand. However, this particular expression was unfamiliar to her—although she vaguely recalled seeing something similar when they kissed. But, She couldn't be sure, uncertain due to her hazy memory. Determined, she now felt compelled, more than ever, to utilize her expertise in deciphering Arnav's emotions from his facial expressions.

The laughter of the flocks around her brought Khushi back to the present.

After the jaimala ceremony, everyone moved closer to the mandap, where Arnav found himself standing beside Khushi. As the moment for the gatbandhan arrived, Khushi eagerly stepped forward but felt a firm resistance on her forearm. Turning back, she was surprised to see Suvadra Malik holding her elbow. In that instant, she noticed another familiar hand in her peripheral vision reaching for his Nani's forearm. As soon as Suvadra met Arnav's eyes, she released her grip on Khushi. Arnav encouraged Khushi with a subtle nod, prompting her to go forward.

Arnav turned back to his nani and said through his teeth,"What is your problem now? We talked about this earlier, didn't we?"

Suvadra glared at her grandson. "That girl is a bad omen, Apni baap aur ma dono ko nikal gayi."

''So is your granddaughter ''

''Khabardar jo anjali ki bare main ulta sedha bola toh! I just don't want any harm come to my Anjali bitiwa".

"I don't say anything, but that doesn't mean I can't. We are both here for her sake because we both want her to be happy. Don't create a scene. You'll only hurt your crystal-clear reputation." With a raise of his eyebrows, he drove his point home with his nani and left her fuming.

After that, the wedding went off without a hitch. Arnav was overjoyed for his little sister. Despite their difficult past, she had found love in an honourable man. No one knew Aman better than Arnav, and he was relieved that Anjali had found a husband like him.

As the final notes of the ceremony faded away, Arnav found himself engulfed in a profound sense of melancholy. Each moment, each fleeting glance, reminded him of what he was about to lose. With no reason to stay any longer, he knew he had to leave soon.

After the wedding, an impending doom loomed over Khushi, with each passing hour. To worsen the situation, a telegram arrived on the third day informing them that Mr. Ganguly had taken a liking to Khushi and wished to marry her as soon as possible. On one hand, Arnav was going to leave soon. She would probably never see him again. On the other hand, the marriage proposal became a pressing concern for her, despite Babuji's reassurance that they would not proceed without her consent. Yet, whether today or tomorrow, marriage seemed inevitable. Khushi couldn't afford to procrastinate on the marriage issue any longer, especially considering the impact it could have on Babuji's reputation. She always felt immense gratitude towards Amma and Babuji and couldn't bear the thought of them ever regretting raising her.

Khushi's heart pounded this time with urgency, urging her to summon her courage and confront Arnav once again with the knowledge and awareness, she didn't have before. She knew she owed it to herself to try, despite the fear and uncertainty. She needed answers, at least a closure, perhaps even a reckoning with the truth. It was her final chance to lay bare her heart and demand the honesty she deserved, regardless of the emotional toll it might take. She had nothing left to lose anymore.

That urgency and determination brought her to Arnav's door in the middle of the night, just a day before he was scheduled to leave.

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hi<3

okay just an idea but like hb a one shot of harry and yn having an Indian wedding??

I WOULD MELT

i mixed it up a bit! hope you don't mind but I added some dancing in between! hehe

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warnings: cute fluff, alludes to smut!

The sound of jubilant music and joyous laughter filled the air as Y/N took Harry's hands in her own, gazing at him with all the love in her heart.

It was the day they had been dreaming of for what felt like an eternity - their beautiful Indian wedding celebration. After months of careful planning and preparation, it was finally time to declare their everlasting love and commitment in front of their closest family and friends.

As Y/N looked into Harry's bright green eyes, she felt herself getting choked up with happy tears. He was the most gorgeous sight she had ever seen in his ivory sherwani with delicate embroidery and a baby pink safa atop his unruly chestnut curls. A radiant smile lit up his entire face as he mouthed "I love you" to her.

Y/N hoped her own appearance took Harry's breath away just as much. She was draped in a stunning red and gold lengha with the most intricate designs she had ever seen. Golden jewelry adorned her neck, wrists and fingers, while a striking tikka rested on her forehead. After hours of professionalmehndi application, her hands and feet were works of art covered in the most beautiful henna patterns.

Their wedding mandap looked like it was straight out of a dream, covered in layers of vibrant red fabric and masses of exotic flowers. The entire venue was bursting with rich colors, from the ornate rugs underfoot to the twinkling strings of lights hanging overhead. Harry and Y/N had spent endless hours with the planners to ensure every last detail was absolutely perfect for commemorating this special day properly.

As the ceremonies began, they went through each traditional rite and ritual with profound reverence and care. When the time came to exchange floral varmala garlands, Harry could barely contain his boyish grin as he struggled slightly to get the hanging blooms around Y/N's neck. She laughed lightly as she did the same for him, feeling like her heart could burst with love and happiness in that moment.

The ceremonies paused briefly for the jaimala, a ritual where the couple tried to be the first to successfully garland each other. Amid a chorus of cheers from the guests, Y/N and Harry playfully danced around for several minutes, narrowly missing each other until finally Harry swept in and captured Y/N's neck with the floral necklace.

She gasped in delight as he pulled her in close, pressing their foreheads together tenderly. "I've got you forever now," he murmured, just for her to hear. Y/N felt herself melt at the warmth and adoration in his voice as she reached up to cradle his face in her hands.

"And I've got you," she whispered back reverently. "Always and forever."

Harry leaned in to capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss, forgetting about their audience for a brief moment. A joyous howl went up from the guests that broke them apart with sheepish grins. Their loved ones had anxiously awaited this special union, and they were determined to savor every second of it.

The rest of the rituals and pheras passed by in a beautiful, colorful blur. Y/N felt herself getting choked up again as they took their sacred vows, promising to love, honor and cherish one another until their very last breaths. Harry gazed at her adoringly, stroking her cheek tenderly with his thumb as they repeated the powerful words.

"You are my soulmate, my partner, my everything," he said throatily, his eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness. "Thank you for making me the luckiest man in the world by becoming my wife."

Unable to contain herself a moment longer, Y/N let a few tears slip free as she beamed at her new husband. She leaned up on her tiptoes to wind her arms around his neck, pulling him in close.

"There is no one else on this earth I would rather spend my life with than you," she said in a trembling voice thick with emotion. "I am so grateful to now be your wife, and to finally be able to call you my husband. I love you endlessly, Harry."

The tenderness of their embrace was only broken by the sound of loud cheers and clapping as their guests celebrated the joyous union. It was official - Harry and Y/N were finally married, bonded together for all of eternity.

As the ceremonies concluded, everyone made their way to the outdoor reception area where the real festivities could begin. Servers circulated with trays of delicious Indian delicacies, from vegetable samosas and pakoras to spicy curries and flaky, buttery naan bread. One of the first dances kicked off with Harry and Y/N taking center stage, all gazingadoringly at each other as they swayed to the romantic hindi music.

"My beautiful wife," Harry murmured in her ear as they slowly revolved on the dance floor. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of calling you that."

Y/N's face lit up in a bright smile as she gave him an eskimo kiss. "And I'll never get tired of being called your wife, my husband."

Eventually it was time for the grand sangeet celebration, filled with vibrant musical and dance performances from all of their loved ones. It brought tears of laughter and joy to Harry and Y/N's eyes as they watched silly skits, entertaining dances, and heartfelt songs dedicated to their everlasting love.

When their own performance came around, Y/N's heart was pounding in her chest with excited nerves. For months they had been secretly rehearsing an intricate choreographed dance routine to a romantic hindi mashup. As the first few notes of the song rang out, Y/N locked eyes with Harry, giving him a breathtaking smile. There was nowhere else she would rather be than on that dance floor with him, her husband, her forever love.

Harry smiled back like she had hung every star in the night sky, his eyes shining with pure adoration. Even after months together, Y/N's beauty and the depth of love she had for him still managed to take his breath away.

Their dance was utterly captivating and joyous, filled with playful movements and longing gazes as they spun and twisted around each other. At one particularly romantic section, Harry couldn't resist gathering Y/N up into his strong arms, dipping her low as she arched back in a graceful curve. They hovered like that, faces mere inches apart, both of them breathing heavily with beaming smiles.

"I love you so much," Harry mouthed to her fervently before pulling Y/N back up to crush his lips against hers in a heated, passionate kiss.

A roar of approval and applause sounded around them from their cheering guests. They didn't care one bit, choosing instead to lose themselves in their tender liplock for a few heated moments before finally pulling apart, dizzy and breathless with elation.

"And I love you eternally, my husband," Y/N whispered ardently, tracing the line of Harry's parted lips with the pad of her thumb.

The incredible night seemed to whirl by in an unstoppable blur of celebrating, feasting, singing and dancing after that. Every time Y/N locked eyes with Harry, she felt her heart overflow with the depths of her love and commitment for this incredible man that was now her spouse. His radiant smile and looks of pure adoration warmed her down to her very soul.

As the hours ticked by, Y/N felt herself growing weary but still riding cloud nine from the blissful events. Harry seemed to sense her fatigue, coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist and press a soft kiss to her temple.

"What do you say we get out of here, wife?" he murmured in a low rumble against her skin. "I've got plans for celebrating our new marriage in private…"

Y/N immediately felt a rush of heated desire course through her veins at his suggestive words and tone. She grinned and turned in his arms, pressing a sensual kiss to his parted lips.

"Whatever you say, husband," she replied huskily.

The two of them slipped away from the raging celebration largely unnoticed, both too eager to begin their new life together as spouses. Every second felt so surreal and dreamlike to Y/N, a real-life fairy tale come to life. She felt so incredibly blessed and overflowing with love.

Once they made it back to the privacy of their honeymoon suite, Harry effortlessly swept Y/N up into his arms like she weighed nothing. She let out a surprised giggle, winding her arms around his neck as he carried her over the threshold. His lips instantly crashed into hers in a searing kiss filled with fiery passion and overwhelming love.

They stumbled their way across the romantic suite, shedding clothes and flowers as they went, unable to get enough of each other. Whispered words of adoration and biblical devotion were exchanged between heated kisses and roaming caresses.

Finally, Harry laid Y/N down on the plush bed covered in fragrant rose petals, hovering over her in breathless awe. His talented fingers deftly undid the remaining jewels and ornaments adorning her body until just her beautiful bare skin remained.

"You are the most gorgeous creature I've ever laid eyes on," he rasped out, trailing reverent kisses along the delicate golden patterns of her mehndi. "My breath was taken away the second I saw you today."

Y/N felt a fresh wave of desire crash over her at his words, a soft whimper escaping her parted lips as his mouth continued worshipping every inch of her. She pulled him back up, crashing their lips together in a tangled dance of tongues and teeth while her nails raked deliciously down the taut muscles of his back.

"And you looked positively sinful, my love," she panted heavily between fevered kisses. "Like the most delectable dream come to life right before my eyes."

Harry growled low in the back of his throat, rolling them over until Y/N was straddling his hips. He looked up at her with hooded, lust-blown eyes, skimming his large palms reverently over the curves of her body.

"You're going to be the most beautiful sight to wake up to for the rest of my days," he said in a gravelly rumble.

Y/N could only whimper and capture his full lips in another bruising kiss as she rolled her hips wantonly against his nude form. The friction and delicious heat between them quickly became maddening with need. Soon they were joined together, moving in an ancient rhythm of love and desire.

All the emotions of the joyous day came pouring out in their lovemaking - the uncontainable happiness, the bone-deep reverence, the overwhelming passion, the profound intimacy. Harry and Y/N clung to each other like they were the only anchor in the raging sea, breathing celestial words of worship and forever into kiss-swollen mouths.

"Mine…my husband…my eternal love…" Y/N chanted like a prayer as her nails dug deliciously into the strong muscles of Harry's shoulders.

"My gorgeous wife," Harry groaned back in adoration, capturing her lips in a searing liplock as their arching bodies found blessed release and sublime rapture together.

The newlyweds laid spent and utterly sated in the tangled cocoon of the sheets afterward, both glowing with the afterglow of their sacred union.

"To have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer…" Harry murmured, reciting the marriage vows as he nuzzled his face into Y/N's neck, placing tender kisses along her fluttering pulse point. "In sickness and health…until death do us part."

Y/N turned her head, finding his mouth with her own to kiss him deeply and devotedly. "I am yours, and you are mine," she whispered the solemn promise against his parted lips. "From this day forward, until our souls leave this earth."

Harry let out a trembling exhalation at the powerful words, gathering his wife even closer to his body. He felt utterly undone and overwhelmed by the depths of his all-encompassing love for her. After years of searching, he had found his soulmate, his twin flame, his everything.

"I've never felt more complete, more whole, than I do in this very moment with you," he said in a hushed, reverential tone. "My love for you defies articulation, Y/N. You are my heart, my light, my forever."

Their mouths collided in a searing, all-encompassing liplock then, pouring every ounce of their overwhelming love and commitment into the heated embrace. In that singular, blissful moment, there was nothing else in the entire universe except the profound, everlasting truth of their fated union.

As the newlyweds eventually drifted off in a tangle of sated, sleepy limbs, Y/N felt like the luckiest woman in the world to call this incredible man her husband. And Harry felt like the most blessed man alive to have Y/N as his wife, bound together for eternity through their sacred vows and unbreakable love.

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“In ankhon ki masti ke mastaane hazaaron hain In ankhon se waabasta afasaane hazaaron hain” Remembering #Khayyam Saab on his birth anniversary (18/02).

Here is a rare photograph of Khayyam while presenting a vishesh Jaimala programme in Vividh Bharati studios in 1976.

What are your favourite Khayyam songs?

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Also Indian weddings are so ❤️❤️

Idk how it is for Indian people outside India but back home in the villages (I live in the city) a wedding is a week long affair there's multiple ceremonies and how many of the ceremonies each person attends is based entirely on how close that person is to the bride and groom like I had my brother's (cousin but for us first cousins are as close as siblings) wedding this April so I attended everything the roka, the mehndi, the actual wedding everything (although I fell asleep before his jaimala but in my defense I'd already had the food, I'd been there for hours and it was 2 in the morning)

Meanwhile in a distant relative's wedding I would only attend on the day of the actual wedding haha

I wanna get married just for the sake of the wedding lmao that's what desi weddings do to a girl

Honestly that's AMAZING. For us the plans for the wedding changed a 100 times, the mother of the groom wanted a traditional wedding in a way she never got to fully have but things had to constantly be adapted. One plan was to hold it in India for close relatives there (which would've probably resulted in a more drawn-out traditional ceremony), but some of those relatives are getting on in years so we had to plan it quickly - which meant a summer wedding, and summer in Calcutta is apparently gruelling. So in the end we went for a wedding in a hotel in Paris, where my BIL's family currently lives. Which meant the fire for one of the ceremonies was only electric candles, and a lot of other stuff had to change too. Hell, the mother-in-law is from a region where mehndi is not practiced at all so she was originally not going to do it, but her friends protested FIERCELY haha

In the end, walking around the fire, repeating mantras and exchanging garlands and the Indian version of wedding vows all in all lasted... One hour. It WAS followed by several Bollywood style dance medleys and a mixture of some western traditions too (cutting the cake, speech time, and perhaps a little more randomly my dad and I singing some songs to the bride and groom from the Balkan choir that my dad has been in all his life and I joined last year), and all the celebratory stuff. And of course we had the mehndi and the giving of blessings by close family and friends two days earlier (I'm so sorry, I forget what it's called, but it's the applying of this mixture of turmeric, sandalwood, olive oil and rose water all over the couple's faces). So that was day 1, and day 2 was just decorating the hall, with the wedding itself on day 3. So alas, not a full week of festivities, but still SUCH a special experience

What meant the most though was how much we were welcomed into this community. Like I said, it was in Paris, and a lot of the family's local Indian friends came. (People who were from all over India btw!! Rajasthan, Bengaluru, Mumbai, Goa, all over.) They said that because they were so far away from their blood relatives, THIS was their family here. And we got to know so many of them, got to exchange stories and jokes, danced with them... It was just incredible.

My dad mentioned in his speech that our families started out on such distant sides of the world, yet somehow drifted towards one another, and meeting felt like we'd known each other all our lives. I'm not one for fate at all, but if I were: yeah. I think our families would probably have been fated to meet.

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The Gujarati Wedding: Traditions, Customs, and Celebrations

Weddings in Gujarat, a western state in India, are vibrant, colorful, and steeped in rich cultural traditions. Gujarati weddings are known for their elaborate rituals, festive ambiance, and warm hospitality. They perfectly blend religious customs, family values, and social celebrations. Let's take a closer look at the various elements that make up a typical Gujarati wedding.

Pre-Wedding Rituals:

Roka: The first step towards a Gujarati wedding is the Roka ceremony, where the bride and groom’s families formally meet and exchange gifts. This marks the official announcement of the couple's engagement.

Sagai: The Sagai or engagement ceremony follows the Roka. Rings are exchanged between the bride and groom in the presence of their families and close friends. This ceremony symbolizes both families formally accepting the couple's relationship.

Ganesh Puja: Before the wedding festivities begin, a Ganesh Puja, which is a prayer to Lord Ganesha, is performed to seek blessings and remove any obstacles from the path of the wedding.

Mehndi: The Mehndi ceremony involves the application of henna on the hands and feet of the bride and other female family members. It is a fun-filled event where traditional Gujarati songs and dances are performed.

Mandap Mahurat: The construction of the wedding mandap, a canopy under which the marriage ceremony will take place, is considered an auspicious event. The mandap is beautifully decorated with flowers and other ornamental items.

Wedding Rituals:

Pithi: The Pithi ceremony is a pre-wedding ritual where a paste of turmeric, sandalwood, and rose water is applied to the bride and groom's bodies. This is believed to purify and beautify their skin for the wedding day.

Haldi: The Haldi ceremony involves applying a paste of turmeric and other herbs on the bride and groom's face, hands, and feet. It is believed to ward off evil spirits and bring good luck to the couple.

Mandap Puja: Before the wedding ceremony begins, the mandap is sanctified with a puja (prayer) performed by the priest. The bride's parents offer gifts to the groom as a gesture of goodwill.

Kanyadaan: The Kanyadaan ceremony is the most significant ritual in a Gujarati wedding. It involves the bride's parents giving away their daughter's hand in marriage to the groom. The couple then takes seven steps together, known as the Saptapadi, symbolizing their mutual commitment to each other.

Jaimala: The Jaimala or Varmala ceremony is when the bride and groom exchange garlands made of flowers as a sign of their acceptance of each other. This is followed by a fun-filled ritual known as "Juta Churai," where the bride's sisters and friends try to steal the groom's shoes, and he has to bribe them to get them back.

Mangal Pheras: The couple then takes four rounds around the sacred fire, known as the Mangal Pheras, with each round signifying a different aspect of married life - Dharma (duty), Artha (prosperity), Kama (love), and Moksha (salvation).

Sindoor Daan: The groom applies sindoor (vermilion) on the bride's forehead, and this marks her transition from a maiden to a married woman.

Post-Wedding Rituals: Kansar: After the wedding ceremony, the couple offers each other a sweet dish called Kans.

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Discover the Magic of Ahmedabad Wedding Traditions & Cultural Experiences

Weddings in Ahmedabad are a celebration of rich cultural heritage, vibrant traditions, and timeless rituals. As the heart of Gujarat, this city has long been a favorite destination for couples who seek to blend the essence of tradition with modern wedding trends. A wedding in Ahmedabad is not just an event; it’s an experience that immerses everyone in the colorful, joyous spirit of Gujarati culture.

From the traditional pre-wedding ceremonies to grand receptions, Ahmedabad weddings offer something truly magical for every couple. Let’s dive into the fascinating customs and experiences that make Ahmedabad weddings unforgettable, especially if you're planning a Destination Wedding in Ahmedabad.

The Cultural Significance of an Ahmedabad Wedding

Gujarati weddings, particularly in Ahmedabad, are deeply rooted in the traditions passed down through generations. Each ritual has symbolic meaning and celebrates the union of not just two people but two families. One of the standout elements of a traditional Ahmedabad wedding is the "Garba" night, where both families gather to dance and celebrate before the big day. This event sets the tone for the wedding festivities, allowing everyone to come together in joyful anticipation.

For those looking to host a Destination Wedding in Ahmedabad, the city provides the perfect blend of culture and convenience. Ahmedabad’s rich history, iconic architecture, and modern amenities offer a seamless experience for couples and guests. Whether it's a heritage haveli wedding or a more contemporary celebration, Ahmedabad has something for every couple who wants a unique cultural experience.

Finding the Best Wedding Planner in Gujarat for a Memorable Experience

Planning a wedding in Ahmedabad can be a grand yet overwhelming task due to the array of cultural elements involved. This is where the expertise of the Best Wedding Planner in Gujarat comes into play. A good wedding planner understands the importance of tradition, while also keeping modern preferences in mind. They can help you seamlessly incorporate local customs into your big day while ensuring the event runs smoothly.

A wedding planner in Ahmedabad can assist in everything from selecting the ideal venue to coordinating traditional rituals like the "Mehendi" and "Haldi" ceremonies. They will also handle important details such as organizing the Garba night, arranging traditional Gujarati cuisine, and ensuring that the décor reflects the grandeur of an Ahmedabad wedding. With their help, you can relax and enjoy the journey, knowing that all the cultural and logistical aspects are taken care of.

Wedding Rituals: The Heart of Ahmedabad’s Cultural Experience

The rituals performed during an Ahmedabad wedding are steeped in tradition, each with its own unique significance. The "Kanyadaan" ceremony, for example, is one of the most emotional and sacred moments during a Gujarati wedding, where the bride's parents give her away to the groom, symbolizing the union of two families.

Another key ritual is the "Jaimala," where the bride and groom exchange garlands, signifying their acceptance of one another. Each ritual is performed with a great sense of reverence and joy, adding to the overall emotional experience of the wedding.

Working with a Wedding Planner in Vadodara or Ahmedabad ensures that these important rituals are honored and executed flawlessly. These planners are deeply familiar with local customs and can guide you through each step, making sure that both families feel connected to the traditions while also enjoying the celebrations.

Why Ahmedabad is the Perfect Destination for Your Wedding

Ahmedabad’s cultural vibrancy, combined with its wide array of wedding venues, makes it one of the most sought-after destinations for weddings. The city’s stunning architectural landmarks, from historic stepwells to grand palaces, serve as the perfect backdrop for both traditional and modern ceremonies. Couples can choose between luxurious hotels, heritage properties, and even outdoor locations to host their dream wedding.

With easy accessibility, a variety of venue options, and a deep cultural connection, Ahmedabad stands out as a top choice for weddings. By opting for a Destination Wedding in Ahmedabad, couples can also offer their guests a unique cultural experience, immersing them in the local traditions, flavors, and music that make Gujarat weddings so special.

Planning a wedding in Ahmedabad is not just about creating a beautiful event but also about embracing the city’s rich cultural traditions. From vibrant Garba nights to sacred wedding rituals, the cultural experiences offered by Ahmedabad weddings are unparalleled. To ensure your wedding is perfectly organized and infused with tradition, it's essential to collaborate with experts who know the region inside out.

For couples looking to create an unforgettable celebration, Brothers Events and Entertainments offers the ideal solution. Their expertise in planning culturally rich and memorable weddings in Ahmedabad ensures that your big day will be a seamless and magical experience, blending the best of tradition and modernity.

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The Beauty of Rose Petal Wedding Garlands

The Beauty of Rose Petal Wedding Garlands

Elevate your wedding celebration with our exquisite Rose Petal Wedding Garlands, a stunning symbol of love and commitment. Crafted from fresh, vibrant rose petals, these garlands embody the beauty and romance of your special day. Each garland is meticulously handmade, combining various hues—classic reds, soft pinks, and creamy whites—to create a visually striking piece that complements any wedding theme.

Perfect for ceremonies, our rose petal garlands can be used in a variety of ways: adorn the couple during the "jaimala" ceremony, drape them as enchanting décor, or enhance your photo backdrop with their lush elegance. The sweet fragrance of fresh roses adds an inviting atmosphere, enveloping guests in a warm and romantic setting.

Sustainable and eco-friendly, our garlands are made from locally sourced flowers, ensuring freshness and minimizing environmental impact. After the festivities, these petals can be composted, allowing their beauty to return to nature.

Make your wedding unforgettable with our Rose Petal Wedding Garlands—timeless, beautiful, and infused with the essence of love. Celebrate your journey together with a touch of floral elegance that will be remembered long after the day has passed.

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Traditional Wedding Garlands in Hyderabad: A Blend of Culture and Elegance

Hyderabad, a city rich in cultural heritage, has always been known for its grand weddings. These weddings are a celebration of tradition, family values, and vibrant rituals. Among the many essential elements that contribute to the splendor of a wedding, the use of wedding garlands in Hyderabad stands out as a symbol of love and union.

The Significance of Wedding Garlands

In Indian weddings, garlands are more than just decorative pieces; they hold deep symbolic meaning. The exchange of garlands between the bride and groom, known as the “Jaimala” ceremony, signifies the mutual acceptance of each other as life partners. Wedding garlands in Hyderabad are crafted with utmost care, often using a mix of fresh flowers like roses, jasmine, and marigolds. These garlands are designed to be not only beautiful but also fragrant, enhancing the ambiance of the ceremony.

The Charm of Pelli Butta for Marriage in Hyderabad

Another important tradition in Telugu weddings is the Pelli Butta ceremony. The Pelli Butta for marriage in Hyderabad is a specially decorated basket or tray that plays a crucial role in the wedding rituals. It is often used to carry important items like turmeric, kumkum (vermilion), rice, and flowers. The Pelli Butta is beautifully adorned with intricate designs, often incorporating traditional elements like mango leaves, coconuts, and turmeric threads. This ceremonial item adds a touch of cultural authenticity to the wedding, making the rituals more meaningful.

Cross Dandalu: A Unique Wedding Tradition

Cross Dandalu in Hyderabad is another fascinating tradition that showcases the city’s unique wedding customs. The Cross Dandalu, also known as "Thoranam," is a decorative garland made from fresh mango leaves and flowers. It is usually hung at the entrance of the wedding venue or the home of the bride and groom. The Cross Dandalu is believed to ward off evil spirits and bring good luck to the couple. The meticulous arrangement of these garlands, often in the shape of a cross, adds a distinctive aesthetic to the wedding decorations.

Conclusion

In Hyderabad, wedding traditions like the exchange of garlands, the Pelli Butta for marriage, and the hanging of Cross Dandalu are more than just rituals—they are a celebration of love, family, and culture. These elements come together to create a wedding experience that is as beautiful as it is meaningful. Whether you are planning a traditional Telugu wedding or a modern fusion ceremony, incorporating these timeless customs will ensure that your special day is unforgettable.