The grand hall was a vision of opulence and splendor. Gold and crimson drapes adorned the walls, and the air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers and incense. The elaborate decorations reflected the significance of the occasion—a royal wedding, and not just any wedding, but the union of Prince Shivaan and Meera, who had captured the hearts of everyone around them.

Guests from across the kingdom had gathered, their voices a low hum of excited chatter and admiration. The large, intricately woven rugs on the floor led up to a grand dais, where a throne-like chair stood, draped in rich fabrics and adorned with flowers. The setting was truly magnificent, reflecting the grandeur of the event.

Meera stood on the dais, radiant in her elaborate bridal attire. Her saree was a rich tapestry of gold and crimson, its intricate embroidery catching the light as she moved. Her hair was adorned with delicate jewels and flowers, and the soft glow on her face was a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Shivaan, standing beside her, was equally resplendent in his ceremonial attire. His regal outfit, embellished with gold threads and gemstones, made him look every bit the prince he was. He held a ceremonial bowl of sindoor, the bright red powder symbolizing the final and most significant step of the wedding ritual.

As the ceremony reached its climax, the atmosphere in the hall was charged with anticipation. The moment of the sindoor—the symbol of marital commitment—was about to be completed. The guests watched with bated breath, their eyes fixed on the couple.

But just as Shivaan was about to apply the sindoor to Meera’s forehead, a sudden commotion erupted at the entrance of the hall. The heavy wooden doors burst open, and a figure staggered into the room, breathless and disheveled. It was Arjun, dressed in travel-worn clothes, his face a picture of exhaustion and determination.

Arjun’s arrival was like a bolt from the blue. His presence was so unexpected that it caused a wave of confusion and curiosity to ripple through the crowd. The wedding guests turned their heads, whispering among themselves as they took in the sight of the newcomer.

Shivaan and Meera, both taken aback, looked toward the entrance with shock. Shivaan’s eyes narrowed with concern, while Meera’s heart skipped a beat as she recognized the familiar face.

“Arjun?” Meera breathed, her voice trembling.

Arjun, still catching his breath, scanned the room until his eyes landed on Meera. He stumbled forward, his face a mix of relief and desperation. “Meera! I found you. I’ve been searching for you for so long.”

The room fell silent, the guests watching the dramatic scene unfold with wide eyes. Meera’s face turned pale as she took in Arjun’s worn appearance. “Arjun, what are you doing here? How—”

Before she could finish her question, Arjun rushed to her side, his eyes filled with both joy and anguish. “I had to come. I couldn’t just let you stay here, not without knowing what happened. I had to bring you back.”

Meera’s emotions were in turmoil. The sight of her brother, after so many years, stirred a whirlwind of feelings within her. The reality of the situation hit her like a tidal wave. Her wedding to Shivaan was imminent, yet here was Arjun, pulling her back to the past she had left behind.

Shivaan stepped forward, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. “Who is this?” he demanded, his voice firm yet laced with curiosity. “And why has he interrupted our ceremony?”

Meera turned to Shivaan, her voice shaking. “Shivaan, this is my brother, Arjun. He’s from my time. He must have come from the 1700s to find me.”

Shivaan’s eyes widened as he absorbed the gravity of her words. He looked at Arjun, his expression softening. “From the 1700s? You must have gone through a great deal to reach us.”

Arjun nodded, his gaze locked on Meera. “I had to come. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you forever. I’ve been working for years to find a way to bring you back.”

Meera’s eyes filled with tears as she looked between Arjun and Shivaan. The realization of what was happening—the wedding, the return to her past, the emotions of both men she cared about—overwhelmed her. “I never wanted to hurt you, Shivaan. I didn’t know this would happen.”

Shivaan took a deep breath, trying to compose himself amidst the chaos. “I understand. It seems there’s more to this story than I knew. We need to address this calmly.”

The guests, witnessing the dramatic turn of events, began murmuring among themselves. The grandeur of the wedding had been overshadowed by the unexpected arrival of a time-traveling brother and the complicated emotions that came with it.

Arjun, sensing the gravity of the situation, turned to Shivaan with a look of earnestness. “I know this is not how things were supposed to go, but please understand. I had to find my sister, and now that I have, we need to figure out what to do next.”

Shivaan nodded, his expression a mix of empathy and resignation. “We’ll talk through this. For now, let’s take a moment to process what’s happening. Meera, you and your brother need to discuss this privately.”

Meera nodded, her heart aching as she looked at Shivaan. “Thank you for understanding, Shivaan. I’m sorry for everything.”

With a heavy heart, Meera and Arjun left the grand hall, stepping into a quiet corridor away from the prying eyes of the guests. The weight of the situation settled heavily on their shoulders as they faced each other, the enormity of their reunion sinking in.

As they stood there, Meera reached out and took Arjun’s hand, her voice filled with emotion. “I missed you so much, Arjun. I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again.”

Arjun squeezed her hand, his eyes filled with tears. “I missed you too, Didi. I’ve been working tirelessly to bring you back. I never imagined I’d find you here, in the midst of all this.”

The siblings embraced, the bond between them as strong as ever. The world outside the corridor seemed to fade away as they shared a quiet moment of reconnection.

Yet, as they held each other, the reality of the situation remained. Meera’s future was uncertain, caught between the life she had built with Shivaan and the past she had left behind with Arjun. The choices they would make in the coming moments would shape their destinies, and the future remained uncertain.

For now, in the quiet of the corridor, Meera and Arjun could only hold on to the hope that, whatever lay ahead, they would face it together.