Chapter 82

Third person's POV

As the day dawned, the air was charged with excitement, and guests from far and wide descended upon the sprawling estate where the ceremony was to be held.

The grand baraat procession was a sight to behold, a dazzling spectacle of wealth and tradition. Mihir resplendent in regal attire adorned with jewels, sat atop a majestic elephant, his face a picture of excitement and anticipation.

His family friends and relatives were surrounding him, all decked out in their finest attire, their spirits buoyed by the joyous occasion.

A troupe of musicians were leading the procession, their melodies filling the air with an infectious energy that set the tone for the festivities to come. Behind them, a procession of ornately decorated horses pranced gracefully, their riders expertly guiding them through the streets as onlookers lined the sidewalks, craning their necks for a glimpse of the spectacle.

As the baraat wound its way through the city streets, the atmosphere was elect