I could scarcely believe my eyes today. I was to be the groom of Chahat Tripathi, the woman who had once seemed like a distant star in my sky, now finally within reach. A feverish current of adrenaline surged through my spine, electrifying every nerve as the weight of the day settled in. I remembered it all so vividly,the first fleeting glance we shared at the Ganga Ghat, her eyes like poetry, unknowingly setting my soul alight. What began as a magnetic pull turned into a slow-burning infatuation, then bloomed into a tender attachment, ripening with time into an undeniable addiction, until love took over,boundless, consuming, sacred. And now, love has brought us to the altar, to this miracle draped in silk and sindoor. But the journey was not without agony. I won’t lie,there was a moment when I thought I’d lost her forever, when I watched her hand being promised to another, and my world cracked at its foundation. Yet, the universe, in its quiet mercy, was only rearranging stars to write our destiny more beautifully. The moment I saw that door crack open, even a sliver, I ran through it without hesitation. Life often offers us glimmers of salvation, but our sorrow blinds us to their light. Today, I stand bathed in that light, grateful, awestruck, and overwhelmed by the magic of a love that refused to die.