Chahat was sitting quietly in her room when suddenly her phone rang.
When she looked at the screen, her eyes widened.
Myra was calling.
A small smile appeared on Chahat's face as she quickly answered the call.
"Hello, Myru—"
But before she could say anything else, she heard Myra crying on the other side of the phone.
Not just crying… she was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Myru? What happened?" Chahat asked in panic.
But Myra couldn't speak. Guilt had choked her voice. Not a single word came out of her mouth.
Within seconds, the call disconnected.
Chahat's heart started racing.
Without wasting a moment, she rushed to Myra's house.
When she entered Myra's room, she froze.
The entire room was messy and scattered. Bangles, accessories, and clothes were lying everywhere.
From the corner of the room, she heard soft sobbing.
Chahat slowly walked forward.
And then she saw her.
Myra was sitting on the floor, holding their childhood photographs tightly to her chest, crying as if her heart was breaking.
When Myra looked up and saw Chahat standing there, she immediately stood up and ran toward her.
She hugged Chahat tightly.
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry, Chahat," Myra cried.
"I treated you so badly. I said horrible things to you… I even accused you of things you never did."
Chahat gently held her shoulders.
"Myru… please stop crying," she said softly.
"I'm not angry with you. I understand you."
To lighten the mood, Chahat smiled and said playfully,
"By the way, today was your Mehendi ceremony. You didn't even show me your mehendi."
Myra sadly showed her hands.
But there was no mehendi on them anymore.
Confused, Chahat looked at her.
"What happened?"
Myra then told her everything — how her designer mehendi got ruined and how Aarav became upset with her.
For a moment, Chahat stayed quiet.
Then she smiled warmly.
"That's all?" she said softly.
"Don't worry… I'm here."
She took the mehendi cone and carefully started drawing beautiful patterns on Myra's hands.
Slowly, delicate designs began covering her palms.
And hidden within the design…
Chahat wrote Aarav's name.
When Myra looked at her hands again, her eyes filled with tears — but this time, they were tears of happiness.
Just like that, their friendship was healed again.
The next day was the Haldi ceremony.
According to tradition, the haldi from the groom's house had to be brought for the bride.
So Myra called Aarav.
"Aarav, I have a surprise for you," she said.
She sent Chahat to bring the haldi.
When Aarav saw Chahat, a small smile appeared on his face.
Chahat told him everything — that she and Myra had become friends again.
Aarav felt relieved hearing this.
After the haldi ceremony at Aarav's house was completed, Chahat took the bowl of haldi and started walking toward Myra's house.
But on the way, a few children accidentally bumped into her.
A little haldi spilled on Chahat's clothes.
She looked at the yellow stain and smiled faintly.
It almost felt like fate was playing its own little game.
When Chahat reached Myra's house, the atmosphere was full of joy.
Bright lights decorated the venue.
Music filled the air.
Everyone was dressed in yellow outfits, celebrating the Haldi ceremony.
People were dancing happily.
Soon, everyone applied haldi to Myra and blessed her.
After the ceremony, she was finally prepared as a beautiful bride.
She wore a stunning bright red bridal lehenga, decorated with shimmering embroidery and elegant patterns.
Her bridal makeup looked graceful — soft eye makeup, glowing skin, and bright lipstick made her look radiant.
A maang tikka, necklace, earrings, and bangles completed her royal bridal look.
The dark mehendi on her hands looked beautiful, and the red alta on her feet added a traditional charm.
Myra looked truly breathtaking.
Everything seemed perfect.
But sometimes…
the most beautiful weddings hide the biggest surprises.
And this wedding was no exception.