Rahul & I: A Love the Universe Wrote for Me ❤️

There are twelve days left until I become a bride.
Twelve days until I walk towards a new beginning with Rahul — my partner, my peace, my person.

And I don’t know if I can ever put into words what this moment feels like… but I’ll try.

Every morning feels like a countdown, every night feels like a warm dream that’s inching closer to reality. The butterflies in my stomach are real. But they’re not from fear — they’re from deep, joyous excitement. I’m stepping into something big. Something beautiful.

The official wedding video invitation is ready, the cards have been lovingly sent, and my wedding saree — oh, it’s more than just fabric. It holds dreams stitched with devotion, and the sparkle of a hundred memories and blessings.

And for the very first time in my life…
I’m not afraid of leaving my mother’s hand.

That’s a sentence soaked in tears — not the sad kind, but the kind that say, “You’ve raised me well, Maa.”
Yes, I’ll miss her more than words can say. Her voice, her scent, her way of quietly fixing everything — she’s my heart in human form. But somehow, this time, I’m ready.
Because Rahul’s presence feels like a promise. A quiet assurance that the love I’m leaving behind is only multiplying ahead of me.

With Rahul, life feels safe. calm. real. perfect.
Not perfect like a movie. Perfect like a poem written in your native tongue, something your soul has always known.

Sometimes I just pause and think —
What is this feeling? Where did it come from?

And the answer always echoes back:
The universe was just waiting for me to be ready.
To grow. To heal. To mature.
And now that I am, it’s blessing me with a love that’s nothing short of divine.

I truly believe this — when you’re a good student of life, when you’ve cried through lessons and passed emotional exams with grace, the universe takes notice.
It rewards you — not always with loud miracles, but with soft, soul-shifting gifts.

For me, Rahul is that gift.

I’m 28 now, and I know this number isn’t just an age — it’s a symbol of all the versions of me that had to exist for this one to say “Yes” to forever. I’ve done the waiting. I’ve done the healing. I’ve done the inner work.
Now, it’s time to dance in joy. To laugh loudly. To live fully.

From here on, only happiness is allowed to walk beside me.
That’s my personal pact with life.

We’ll grow old together — Rahul and I.
We’ll argue about the AC temperature, binge-watch shows till 2AM, fight over bathroom shelves, and still hold hands like newlyweds at 65.
There will be chaos, there will be silence, but above all — there will be love in its truest form.

And of course — how can I forget my most special guests?

The divine crew has already received their invitations:
Bajrangbali, Ram Ji, Sita Maiyya, Pochamma Talli, Swami Samarth Maharaj — all have been lovingly invited, with their celestial parivaar. 🙏

If I had the power, I would personally invite everyone in Dev Lok too.
Because this isn’t just a wedding — it’s a cosmic alignment.
And I know — deep within my heart — that they’ll all be there.
In whispers of the wind. In the calm between rituals. In every diya we light.
Watching. Smiling. Protecting.

I am not just entering a marriage —
I am stepping into a phase of life I’ve waited for, cried for, prayed for.

With all my heart, I’m going to enjoy this new beginning.
Not with hesitation, but with wild, wholehearted joy.

Because this time, I’m walking hand in hand with my human — the one who feels like home.

✨ 12 days to go. 12 steps away from forever. The countdown isn’t just to a wedding — it’s to a love story finally taking its sacred vow. 💍