Later that morning, Yukti was escorted to the courtyard, now transformed into a soft, royal lounge. Draped in a fresh maroon silk saree, her face veiled lightly with a netted dupatta, she sat gracefully on a swing decorated with mogra strings. Soft sitar music played in the background.
One by one, the elder women of the Rajvansh khandaan came forward. Each lifted her veil gently, revealing Yukti’s glowing face, and placed gifts—gold bangles, diamond sets, embroidered sarees—in her lap.
“She’s so beautiful,” whispered one of the chachis.
“And graceful,” nodded another.
Manjri looked proudly on, and Dadisa sat with a pleased smile, watching Yukti take each blessing with folded hands and a shy smile.
Finally, Dadisa rose, her voice strong and clear.
Dadisa’s Announcement
“Humari bahu sirf doctor nahi, sanskaron se bhi bharpoor hai,” she declared.
The room fell silent with respect.
“Rajvansh haveli mein kadam rakha hai iss ne pyaar aur maryada ke saath. Ab main chaahti hoon poori duniya dekhe ki humare ghar mein aayi hai ek raani…”
Everyone leaned forward.
“Isliye kal shaam, issi haveli mein, hoga ek grand reception. Royal style. Rajvansh-style.”
The room broke into claps. Yugant jumped from his seat, “DJ waale babu ko phone lagao!”
Yukti looked overwhelmed. Yuvraj placed his hand gently over hers. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll be by your side.”
Yukti blushed again. “Stop calling me that in front of everyone…”
He chuckled, “Tabhi toh maza aata hai.”
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