Two days later, in a small, intimate ceremony held in the lush gardens of an old church in the heart of Srinagar, Abir and Misthi exchanged vows. It was a ceremony attended only by a few soldiers and Misthi’s closest friends from the press, but to them, it felt like the world. Misthi’s face glowed with joy, her eyes locked on Abir as she whispered the words she had waited so long to say.

The sun peeked through the clouds, casting a warm golden hue over the lush gardens of the old church in Srinagar. Flowers bloomed vibrantly, their colors reflecting the joy that filled the air. Two days had passed since Misthi and Abir had decided to wed, and the small gathering of family and friends was a testament to the love that surrounded them. The sound of laughter and soft music filled the garden, creating a serene atmosphere that felt like a sacred embrace.

Misthi stood beneath a floral archway, adorned with blossoms of every shade, her heart racing as she watched Abir. He looked handsome in his crisp uniform, standing tall among his fellow soldiers. The sight of him sent a rush of warmth through her, filling her with an indescribable happiness.

His parents, Meenakshi and Mehul, stood to his side, their eyes brimming with tears of joy. Misthi’s parents, Rajshree and Vishwambhar, beamed with pride, their hearts swelling with love for their daughter. Misthi's closest friends from the press were there as well, capturing every moment with smiles and whispers of encouragement.

“Are you ready?” Abir whispered, his voice low and filled with tenderness as he took her hand.

“More than ready,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’ve dreamed of this day, of you standing by my side.”

As the officiant began the ceremony, Misthi’s heart raced with each passing moment. She watched Abir intently, memorizing every detail—the way his eyes lit up when he smiled, the gentle curve of his lips, and the strength radiating from him.

“Today, we celebrate not just the union of two people, but the joining of two families,” the officiant announced, and Misthi felt the warmth of the words wrap around her like a comforting blanket. “Love is the greatest bond, and it thrives in the presence of those who cherish it.”

Abir’s grip on her hand tightened, and he leaned closer, whispering just for her. “No matter what happens, Misthi, we are in this together. Always.”

Her heart swelled at his words, a reminder of the promise they were making. “I believe that,” she said softly, her voice unwavering. “We will face every challenge, side by side.”

As they exchanged vows, their voices rang out with conviction.

“Abir Rajvansh,” Misthi began, her heart bursting with love, “I promise to stand by you, through every storm, every sunrise, and every silent moment. No matter where you go, my heart will follow.”

“Misthi Maheshwari,” Abir replied, his voice steady yet filled with deep emotion, “I promise to love you fiercely, to carry your smile with me through every battle, and to return to you… always.”

In that moment, as they stood beneath the brilliant sky, surrounded by the love of their families and friends, their worlds merged into one. Time seemed to stand still as the officiant declared, “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Abir’s eyes sparkled with joy as he leaned in, capturing Misthi’s lips with his own. The kiss was tender yet electric, igniting a fire of love that would burn brightly in their hearts for all time. The world around them faded, leaving only the warmth of their embrace, the whispered promises of love echoing in the air.

As they pulled away, the gathering erupted into applause, laughter filling the garden like music. Misthi looked around, her heart swelling with gratitude and joy. This was their moment, a celebration of love that would transcend time.

“Let’s celebrate!” Meenakshi called out, her voice filled with excitement, and the guests cheered in agreement.

As they moved towards the beautifully decorated tables set up in the garden, Misthi felt Abir’s hand slip around her waist, grounding her in the moment. “Can you believe we’re finally married?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

“It feels like a dream,” Misthi replied, leaning against him, soaking in the warmth of his presence. “But it’s real, and I couldn’t be happier.”

Their laughter mingled with the music as they shared stories, joy, and love with their closest friends and family. Each moment was a precious memory etched in their hearts—dancing under the sun, the warmth of hugs, and the sound of laughter that filled the air.

As the sun began to set, casting a soft glow over the garden, Misthi looked into Abir’s eyes, seeing the promise of a beautiful future. In that moment, surrounded by love and the beauty of their union, she knew that they were bound together by something eternal—a love that would withstand the trials of time and distance.

Together, they would face whatever lay ahead, hearts intertwined, their love a beacon of hope and strength.

“Abir Rajvansh, I promise to stand by you, through every storm, every sunrise, and every silent moment. No matter where you go, my heart will follow.”

Abir’s voice was steady, yet filled with a deep emotion. “Misthi Maheshwari, I promise to love you fiercely, to carry your smile with me through every battle, and to return to you… always.”

In that moment, beneath the brilliant sky, their worlds became one.