52

Finally, it was the day of the reception, and Drishti was decked up as a royal bride, with her tiara, of course.

"Oh my! Don't I look regal?" Drishti asked, looking at the mirror with a grin.

"Yes, baby, you do," Divyanshi said.

"Can you believe it, Maa? I am a princess. A real princess. With a tiara!" Drishti said excitedly, touching her tiara every few minutes to make sure it was there.

"I can't believe you're all grown up. It feels like yesterday I first held you in my arms," Divyanshi said, as her eyes welled up.

"Aww, Maa. Don't make me cry too. Not that I would cry. I don't understand why brides always cry during the wedding. It's not as if they're leaving their parents permanently. I can always come and see you whenever I want. You could do the same. I'll still be your darling Drishti," Drishti said.

"Uh oh."

"The only difference would be, I'll be staying at Shravan's place instead of the hostel," Drishti said.

"You're right. You'll always be our darling Drishti," Divyanshi sai