When Love Dies

                                    

                                          
Author's POV: 
Kanvi entered their bedroom, and her eyes widened as she spotted a gorgeous peach-coloured saree on their bed. The colour looked beautiful in the soft light, captivating her attention. She smiled, but her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity wondering who could have placed it there.
She reached out to gently touch the silky fabric, feeling an unexpected sense of joy. Just then, rushing water from the bathroom caught her attention. Vihaan was preparing for the pooja, his movements swift and clumsy. Today marked his father's death anniversary, an unsmiling occasion that demanded concentration and reflection.
As the bathroom door opened, Vihaan emerged, his body clad in a sheer white cotton dhoti. His hair was slicked back, revealing a face etched with contemplation. The faint scent of sandalwood and camphor accompanied him, signalling the rituals to come.
Vihaan's eyes met Kanvi's, and for an instant, they shared a silent understanding. His gaze lingered as if seeking comfort before he turned towards the door. Kanvi's heart swelled knowing the weight of his grief.
Vihaan made his way to the Southern side Pavilion of the Palace, where the priests awaited his arrival. The soft chanting and gentle rustling of sacred hymns filled the air, creating an atmosphere of serenity. With respectful hands, the priests guided Vihaan through the rituals, helping him honour his father's memory.
Meanwhile, Kanvi bathed, her thoughts dragged to Vihaan. As she emerged from the bathroom, her gaze fell upon the same peach saree that was left for her to wear.
Kanvi's fingers trailed over the garment. As she lifted the saree, uncertainty crept in. She had never draped one before, and the complex folds bewildered her.
Just as Kanvi stood, saree in hand, lost in contemplation, a gentle knock on the door broke the silence. Diya and Sahasra, stood outside, informed by Vihaan to help Kanvi.
Kanvi's cheeks flushed as she opened the door, wrapped only in a towel. "Ah, come in Aunty," she said, trying to sound composed despite her awkwardness. Diya and Sahasra exchanged knowing glances, their smiles warm.
"Vihaan asked us to help you with the saree," Diya said, eyes sparkling with amusement.
Kanvi's laughter escaped, a mixture of relief and embarrassment. "I'm so glad he did. I have no idea how to wear this."
Sahasra stepped forward, her hands expertly taking the saree from Kanvi. "Don't worry, we'll help you."
As Diya and Sahasra began draping the saree, Kanvi's thoughts turned to Vihaan. She knew he had chosen this saree specifically for her, and the thought filled her heart with gratitude.
Diya radiated elegance in her lavender-hued saree, while Sahasra, exuded serenity in her pristine white saree. Their poise contradicted their age, and Kanvi felt a surge of admiration.
"Quickly beta, put these on," Diya urged, handing Kanvi the undershirt and blouse. Kanvi hastened to the closet, her movements brisk.
Meanwhile, Sahasra and Diya exchanged updates on the gathering. "The Awan, Advi and the children arrived early," Sahasra mentioned, her hands deftly pleating the saree.
"Yes, and the Adi, Nithya and children too came," Diya replied, her voice laced with warmth.
Sahasra nodded. "The Saxenas and Randhawas are also here. And I saw the King Lakshaya and Virana near the entrance. Karthik was there to receive them."
As Kanvi emerged from the closet, Diya's eyes appraised her. "Now, let's get you draped in this beautiful saree."
Sahasra's gaze softened. "Vihaan chose this saree, especially for you. He's been talking about you all day yesterday."