"one look, that is all she asked for.
so please, look at her. just this once, before she departs. "

"If anyone protests against this blossoming
alliance,

please stand up and state your opinion." The pastor called out, eyeing the audience, and silently reading their body language. Nobody dared to speak, as they all had tears appearing in their eyes, watching the gorgeous bride; her hair tied up in an elegant ponytail, the tips curling at the end, and white dress--seemingly inspired by cinderella. Whereas the groom; hair neatly combed back, black fitted tuxedo, with a navy undertone matching the glint his eyes that showed noting but love, as he stared at his soon-to-be-wife.

"Oi, Michi', just smooch her already!" Someone shouted, their voice immigrating from the back of the ceremony, while being seated at a table of fourteen, who were all wearing matching tuxedo, along with gold beading along the sleeves that ingrained, "Parivaar", which meant family in a Hindi.

Parivaar.

How can a word so beautiful and warming, sound so breathtaking in another language, but have such a negative impact on a persons life? No one understood, and the dictionaries don't help decipher the wording either. And with praise, the room erupted into cheers, causing the said bride and groom to blush, and face each other. Their eyes meeting, and slowly leaning into ones touch, lips centimetres apart from each other.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and the Parivaar clan, I present to you, the newest couple:

Hinata and Takemichi Hanagaki."