Part 2
Rivaan Kapoor sat for the sacred prayer, growing in an elegant cream sherwani embroidered with golden vines. As the priest marked his forehead with red vermilion, the camera flashes paused, as if time itself were paying homage to this pivotal moment.
“Someone must anoint his eyes with kohl,” the priest said, looking around.
Kohina stepped forward with a grin that lingered somewhere between sarcasm and charm. “It’s a tradition,” she said, dipping her finger into the small silver bowl of kajal. “Where the sister-in-law blesses her younger brother-in-law.”
She leaned toward Rivaan with an exaggerated flutter of her eyelashes. “Here you go, dear brother-in-law!”
“Jee, dear sister-in-law,” Rivaan replied with mock formality.
She swiped the kohl under one of his eyes with a theatri
