For the first time, on that day, I watched Neeraj intently. The gaze of his enchanted eyes was fixed on my face. Draped in a pink saree, I blushed red, with an unknown hypnotic attraction. A strange sensation carried me away. I forgot that I was five years older and much more qualified than him...

In the pavilion, adorned with mango leaves and marigold flowers, all the difficult circumstances and the surreptitious way the marriage was getting solemnized were obliterated and I shivered with an intoxicating warmth as the panditji placed my soft hand in the grip of Neeraj's firm hand. Only thrill and excitement were there in the air, in every cell of my body...