The press had already sniffed out the scent of something grand Rivaan Kapoor’s mehendi ceremony and were eager for a soundbite. As if on cue, Jaggu waved them in with a knowing smile.
Cameras flashed.
Outside the mansion, Shekhu basked in the limelight, throwing playful comments at the reporters, while Kohina, always the mystery, refused to say a word.
And then they appeared Rivaan and Vanya walking hand in hand, a picture of devotion. The murmurs faded into silence as Rivaan took the mic, his voice firm yet warm. “This is Vanya... soon to be Vanya Kapoor, my bride.”
He continued, “Yes, we were already bound by marriage once. But now, we're doing it all over again with all the rituals, as tradition demands.”
A reporter, clearly hoping for drama, asked when their love story had truly b
