MARRAIGE

"My mom entered the room, and her eyes widened in shock as she took in my disheveled appearance. 'Aysha, where have you been? We were frantic with worry! Your brother has been searching for you all over the city.' I hung my head in shame, 'I'm sorry, Mom. I got caught up in cultivation and lost track of time.'

My mom rushed to my side, relief etched on her face. 'Thank goodness you're safe! We were so worried we might lose you.' She hugged me tightly, tears of joy welling up in her eyes.

My father's voice boomed from downstairs, 'Now, please prepare quickly, Aysha! We have to get you ready for the marriage ceremony. Don't worry about the mehndi, your mother is the best and fastest in it. But because of you, the function has gotten delayed.' I felt a surge of guilt and anxiety.

My mom stroked my hair, 'Don't worry, beta. We're just relieved you're safe. We can't lose you, ' She took a deep breath, composing herself. 'Now, let's get ready. We have a lot to do.'

I nodded, still feeling dazed and confused. My parents' relief was palpable, but I knew they were also tense about the marriage and the cultural expectations that came with it. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead."

My father's voice boomed from downstairs, a gentle thunder on a summer day. 'Aysha, our cultural heritage is a treasure trove, and marriage is a sacred ritual. We must honor our traditions, our family's legacy. Prepare yourself, our darling, for the ceremony you already had delay all the function now inurgency your mom will do some cultural activites and now you will have to marry at same time as both holy time had gone .'

I felt a pang of guilt, knowing my parents' deep-rooted love for our culture. My father, a stalwart guardian of our customs, had always emphasized the importance of honoring our roots. My mom, a gentle breeze on a spring morning, had instilled in me the value of tradition.

My mom's hands moved with a quiet urgency, helping me prepare for the ceremony. 'We'll make this work, beta. We'll weave our cultural tapestry with love and care.' Her eyes sparkled with a deep devotion, a testament to her unwavering commitment to our heritage."

"As I stepped into the bathroom, the aroma of turmeric and sandalwood enveloped me, transporting me to a world of ancient traditions. My mother helped me into a stunning dress, its intricate embroidery shimmering like sunlight on rippling waters. The closet had been transformed into a treasure trove of colors and textures, each outfit more breathtaking than the last.

With reverent hands, my mother applied the mehndi, its dark, velvety paste a canvas for her artistry. She wove a tapestry of flowers, leaves, and vines, their delicate tendrils curling around my wrists like tender caresses. And hidden within the design, the names of Raj, Arav, and Alex, intertwined like the threads of fate.

As she worked, her eyes shone with a deep love, her touch imbuing the mehndi with a gentle blessing. The scenery on my other hand was a masterwork, a whimsical landscape of rolling hills, towering trees, and sparkling waterfalls. I felt like a canvas come alive, my skin adorned with the vibrant hues of our heritage.

Next, the haldi ceremony, a ritual of purification and protection. The golden paste, fragrant with turmeric and sandalwood, was applied to my skin, its warmth seeping into my very being. I felt like a bride reborn, my heart filled with the promise of new beginnings.After the haldi and some otger events in mean time we gone into dressing room and my mom take out the red dress As I slipped into the stunning red dress, its unique design and material hugged my curves, accentuating my newfound confidence. My mother's skilled hands adorned me with exquisite jewelry - delicate earrings, a glittering necklace, a kamarbandh that cinched at my waist, and chudi that added a touch of elegance. Each piece was a masterpiece, carefully selected to enhance my beauty.

But the most important was was the bracelet, a family treasure passed down through generations. My mother's eyes shone with emotion as she fastened it around my wrist, saying, 'This is for you, my dear. Pass it on to your child one day.'

"As I stood before the mirror, I couldn't help but marvel at my own transformation. My porcelain skin glowed with a subtle radiance, complemented by my striking white hair and piercing blue eyes. My red lips, painted with precision, added a touch of elegance to my features. But what truly caught my attention was the subtle enhancement of my breast , a trait I never inherited from my mother. I felt a mix of surprise and delight, my confidence soaring as I realized that my body was undergoing changes that made me feel more feminine and beautiful.

Seeing this my mother chuckled, noticing my gaze. 'It's our bloodline, beta. When our level increases, one of our physical attributes is amplified.' I was amazed, realizing that my body was undergoing changes what's she mean by bloodline does my mother belong from special bloodine or what I didn't understand so I take out my thoighys from them and see myself

My slender figure, adorned in the stunning red dress, looked every bit the bride. The delicate earrings, glittering necklace, and kamarbandh added a touch of sophistication, while the chudi and bracelet completed the look. I felt like a true princess, ready to embark on this new journey with grace and poise.

As I gazed deeper into the mirror, I noticed the subtle changes in my features, the way my eyes sparkled with a newfound intensity, the way my skin glowed with an inner light. I was no longer the same person, and yet, I was more myself than ever before. I was taken out my gaze towards myself

"As I heard my father's voice calling out, 'Get ready, we have to leave,' a mix of emotions swirled within me. His tone held a hint of sadness and happiness, a bittersweet blend that echoed my own feelings. Time had flown by in a whirlwind, and I couldn't believe I was about to embark on a journey with three partners.

A flush of embarrassment crept up my cheeks as I thought about the unconventional arrangement. The weight of marrying three men at once felt daunting, and the unknowns of the future terrified me. My mind raced with thoughts of the night ahead, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

But as I pushed aside those fears, a sense of determination took hold. I remembered the words '8bknwo' - a reminder to become strong. With newfound resolve, I began planning for my future, focusing on my training. I grabbed my hoverboard and soared into the sky, feeling a sense of freedom.

That's when I saw them - my parents flying effortlessly, without any visible means of support. My mother, too, had crossed a phase of cultivation, unlocking hidden potential within herself. A surge of pride and inspiration swept through me, and I knew I had to follow in their footsteps."

"As we arrived at the venue, a simple yet serene Krishna temple, all eyes turned towards us. The crowd's gaze was fixed on me, their attention so intense that my parents seemed invisible. I felt like a gem on display, with everyone admiring my beauty. But amidst the compliments, I detected a hint of jealousy in some voices, both male and female.

My instincts flared, sensing a killing intent directed at me. I scanned the crowd, searching for the source, and my suspicions landed on Sarha. She was flanked by Nemur and Shreya on one side, while Raj, Alex, and Arav stood on the other. My heart skipped a beat as I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me.

This was uncharted territory for me, and I struggled to maintain my composure. I sought solace in familiar faces and caught my brother's eye, flashing him a reassuring smile. His presence calmed my nerves, and I turned my attention to my three partners, Raj, Alex, and Arav, who stood waiting for me with a mix of excitement and anticipation."

"As I approached Raj, Alex, and Arav, my nervousness grew. I could sense a subtle competition among them, each vying for my attention and affection. It was as if they were trying to prove their love for me, and I felt overwhelmed by the intensity of their emotions.

I couldn't comprehend how this had begun, but I knew I was powerless to change the course of events. The system had ordained this unusual union, and I had to accept it.

As the marriage ceremony commenced, I went through the motions, repeating each ritual three times. During the Kanyadan, my father tied my pallu to each of my partners, symbolizing the transfer of responsibility. The same ritual had occurred at Shreya's marriage, but with a single groom.

A surge of emotions flooded my mind as memories of my life flashed before me. I thought about my childhood, my parents, and the journey that had led me to this moment. I felt a mix of happiness, sadness, and uncertainty, unsure of what the future held for me and my three partners."

"I embarked on my new life with a burning desire for revenge, but little did I know that my plans would take a dramatic turn. I became obsessed with making Alex fall in love with me, only to exact my revenge. But fate had other plans.

In a shocking twist, I found myself in a life-or-death situation, and without hesitation, I killed Alex. Yet, the image of him saving me, time and again, haunted me. He had risked his life to protect me during a terrorist attack, and I was consumed by guilt and regret.

Raj's quick thinking had saved us, but Alex's bravery had left a lasting impact on me. As I spent the next three years gathering information and honing my skills, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had misjudged Alex.

Thanks to the system's enhancement of my mind capacity, I retained all the knowledge I had acquired, despite my lazy tendencies. I began to pursue my long-held dreams: attending camps, traveling, fighting, becoming a secret agent, and stopping crimes. But the memories of Alex lingered, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been."

"During this time, I reconnected with Arav, who was still a skilled doctor, but had also become an expert hacker and intelligence gatherer. We started working together, and our friendship blossomed. I considered him my best friend, and sometimes, I would hug him and kiss him on the cheek, without understanding why. Those kisses were platonic, but maybe that's why he fell in love with me.

Meanwhile, my feelings for Raj remained unclear. But then, after three years, I met Alex again, and the truth hit me like a ton of bricks. Sarha hadn't killed me; Alex was innocent, and I had taken his life. His last wish was to protect me, and he died for me. The weight of my mistake crushed me.

As I navigated this emotional turmoil, I realized that my parents were my strongest support. But then, a new danger emerged - the threat of world destruction. Amidst this chaos, we had already completed six pheras of our marriage ceremony and were about to finish the seventh. Just as we finished, a deafening sound shook the ground, like an earthquake had struck."