"You look like a painting."

Heer followed the voice that whispered her name and a compliment, and her eyes widened, her breath stuck, and her lips parted just to gasp some air. Harshwardhan stood a few steps behind Ishani, his eyes fixed on the love of his life, who was looking eternal right now. The golden hue was falling on her body like liquid gold, the bangles chiming as she was clutching her lehnga tightly, her lashes thick and dense, those deep dark eyes watching him out of nervousness, the hair neatly pinned and adorned with fresh gajra was making the room smell too lovely, and her aalta-stained feet and hands were leaving their imprints on whatever they were touching.