Chapter 20

                                    

                                          
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The Dutta Villa was illuminated like a palace, with lights draped across every corner, casting a warm glow over the grand façade. The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers, and the sound of traditional Bengali instruments played softly in the background, adding to the festive atmosphere. As the newlyweds, Sidharth and Saana, approached the entrance, the entire Dutta family stood in anticipation, eager to welcome them into the home.
Jahnavi, Sidharth's sister-in-law, stood at the forefront, holding a beautifully decorated thali. The tray was laden with rice, turmeric, and a small diya, the flame flickering gently in the evening breeze. Jahnavi’s face beamed with a warm smile as she prepared to perform the traditional aarti to welcome her new sister-in-law into the family.
As the car pulled up to the entrance, Sidharth stepped out first, offering his hand to Saana, who gracefully accepted it. Her heart was pounding, a mix of nervousness and excitement swirling within her. This was her new life, her new family, and as she stepped out of the car, she was greeted with applause and cheers from the gathered family members.
“Welcome home, Saana,” Jahnavi said softly, as she circled the aarti thali in front of Saana, blessing her with the sacred flame. Saana smiled, though the emotions bubbling within her were a complex mix—happiness, anxiety, and a subtle undercurrent of fear that she tried to push aside.
Kushal Ji, Sidharth’s father, stepped forward next, his eyes filled with affection. “You’ve brought light into our home, Saana. We’re so happy to have you with us,” he said warmly.
“Thank you, Uncle,” Saana replied, her voice barely above a whisper, as she lowered her gaze in modesty.
Jahnavi handed Saana a small bowl of rice, instructing her to gently kick it as a symbolic gesture of prosperity and abundance as she entered the home. Saana complied, her heart still racing, and as she crossed the threshold into the Dutta Villa, she felt a wave of emotion wash over her. This was it—the beginning of her new journey.
Once inside, the couple was led to the living room, where they were asked to sit on a beautifully decorated chaise. The house was a perfect blend of tradition and elegance, with intricate rangoli designs adorning the floor and fragrant flowers adorning every corner. The scent of jasmine and marigold filled the air, creating a serene and festive atmosphere. 
Jahnavi placed the thali on a nearby table and turned to Saana, her eyes shining with affection. 
"Welcome home, Saana," 
she said softly, her voice filled with genuine warmth. 
"This is your home now. We are all so happy to have you with us."
Saana, overwhelmed by the love and warmth of her new family, felt a tear escape her eye. She quickly wiped it away, smiling through her emotions. 
"Thank you, Jahnavi Di. I feel so blessed to be a part of this family."
The evening continued with a grand feast prepared in honor of the newlyweds. The dining table was laden with a variety of Bengali delicacies, from luchi and alur dom to shorshe ilish and mishti doi. Each dish had been lovingly prepared by the family, and as they sat down to eat, the atmosphere was filled with laughter, chatter, and toasts to the couple's happiness.Throughout the evening, Sidharth stayed close to Saana, ensuring she felt comfortable and included in every conversation. He introduced her to various family members, who all welcomed her with open arms. As the night progressed, Saana's initial nervousness began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of belonging.