The following week, all three families set out together to attend the wedding.
The wedding was being held at the home of Akshata's elder aunt's sister, Gayatri, whose stepson was getting married.
The journey itself was cheerful.
The elders discussed family news, while the children laughed, shared snacks, and teased one another throughout the drive.
By afternoon, they reached Gayatri's house.
The entire place was beautifully decorated with colourful flowers, mango leaves, and lights. Relatives had already started arriving from different cities, and the house was filled with laughter, conversations, and the aroma of traditional food being prepared for the wedding.
As soon as Gayatri saw them, she came forward with a warm smile.
"Finally! You've all arrived."
She welcomed everyone affectionately.
Gayatri had married a widower several years earlier.
Her husband already had two children from his first marriage, but she had embraced them with genuine love and never treated them differently from her own family.
Those who knew her often admired her calm nature and her ability to adapt gracefully to every challenge life had placed before her.
Her kindness had earned the respect of the entire family.
Gayatri also had a daughter of her own named Pooja, who was almost the same age as Akshata.
The two girls had grown up meeting during holidays, festivals, and family gatherings.
Whenever Pooja visited her aunt's house, she and Akshata would spend hours talking, laughing, and sharing stories.
Although they were close, their personalities were quite different.
Akshata was thoughtful, patient, and usually preferred observing people before speaking.
Pooja, on the other hand, was bold, outspoken, and full of confidence.
She never hesitated to express what she thought.
The moment Pooja noticed Akshata stepping out of the car, she ran forward with a wide smile.
"Akshatha!
The two gave smile to each other.
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As the evening approached, more relatives arrived, and the house became even livelier.
The children helped arrange chairs, decorate the courtyard, and welcome the guests, while the elders joined the wedding preparations.
For Akshata, it was a refreshing change.
She was simply another member of the family, enjoying time with her relatives, surrounded by warmth, laughter, and the joyful excitement of a traditional family wedding.
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As the wedding rituals drew closer, more relatives began arriving at Gayatri's house.
Most had come a day early so they could take part in all the traditional ceremonies before the wedding.
The courtyard was soon filled with familiar faces.
Some relatives gathered in small groups chatting about family news, while others helped decorate the house, prepare sweets, or arrange the seating for the guests.
Children ran around playing games, filling the house with laughter.
Akshata quietly looked around.
Many of the faces were familiar—not only from this life, but from memories she still carried from her previous one.
Then, as another car stopped outside the house, her expression changed.
Stepping out of the vehicle were people she had once known in her previous life.
Among them were her former husband and his family.
For a brief moment, memories she had buried deep inside resurfaced.
The hurt.
The disappointment.
The loneliness she had once experienced.
Her smile faded for just a second.
Nagaraju, who had been speaking with another relative, noticed the change immediately.
He followed her gaze and understood that something had unsettled her.
"Putta," he said softly, "come with me."
Akshata looked at him.
He didn't ask what she was thinking.
He didn't need to.
Whether he understood every memory or not, he knew enough about the pain she carried from her past life.
He gently placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"You're not alone."
She took a slow breath and nodded.
In this life, she was no longer the woman who had endured those painful experiences.
She was still a young girl with loving parents, a caring brother, dreams of her own, and a future she was building step by step.
Nagaraju smiled gently.
"Today you're here as my daughter."
"That's all that matters."
"If anyone wishes to speak with you, they may."
"But you don't have to carry the weight of past."
"You don't owe your past anything."
His words eased the heaviness in her heart.
She gave him a small smile.
"Thank you, Appa."
He smiled back.
"Now come."
"Your cousins are probably looking for you."
The two walked back toward the lively courtyard together.
From a distance, Pooja waved enthusiastically.
"Akshatha! Come quickly! They're starting the mehendi ceremony."
Akshata smiled once more.
This time, it was genuine.
She walked forward with her father beside her.
Not because she needed protection from the people around her—
but because, in this new life, she had a father who chose to stand beside his daughter whenever she needed him, without her ever having to ask.
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As the wedding house grew busier, relatives from different branches of the family continued to arrive.
Many of them had not met Nagaraju's family for quite some time.
Naturally, people began noticing the changes.
Nagaraju, who had once lived a simple life, was now a successful film producer with successful projects in both the Kannada and Hindi film industries.
Akshata had begun building her own professional modeling career while continuing to excel in her studies.
The family carried themselves with quiet confidence, but without arrogance.
Among those observing everything carefully was Gayatri's elder sister.
She noticed how comfortably Nagaraju's family interacted with everyone and how their circumstances had improved over the past few years.
Later that evening, when she found a quiet moment with her husband, she spoke softly.
"Why don't you talk to Nagaraju?"
He looked at her.
"About what?"
"Ask him if he can make you a partner in one of his businesses."
Her husband hesitated.
"But I'm already a partner in the television serial production company."
She replied,
"I know... but look at how much his film business has grown."
He remained silent.
The truth was, this topic had already been discussed months earlier.
When both of Nagaraju's brothers had approached him about becoming partners in his film production business, he had answered them respectfully but firmly.
"Brothers," Nagaraju had said,
"I've already made both of you partners in the television serial production company because I wanted all of us to grow together."
"But the film production company is different."
"I've taken the financial risks, arranged the investments, and built it step by step."
"I hope you understand."
"Please don't expect a partnership in every business I start."
His words had been calm and respectful, but they were also final.
Neither brother argued further, although both had been disappointed.
Now, during the wedding, those earlier conversations came back to mind as relatives watched Nagaraju's family.
On the morning of the main wedding ceremony, Akshata and her mother got ready together.
Her mother helped Akshata drape her traditional outfit neatly before opening the jewellery boxes they had brought from Mumbai.
Some of the jewellery had been part of the family's collection for years.
Some pieces had been purchased recently from Akshata's professional earnings.
Akshata wore a simple gold chain with its matching pendant, delicate bangles, and a bracelet.
Her mother chose the graceful necklace Nagaraju had gifted her, while Nagaraju's mother wore the new necklace the family had lovingly selected for her before the trip.
The jewellery was elegant rather than extravagant, complementing their traditional attire.
Several relatives noticed the new pieces and quietly complimented them.
"They look beautiful."
"That necklace suits you very well."
As conversations spread through the wedding hall, it was clear that many people had begun to notice how Nagaraju's family's circumstances had changed over the years.
Nagaraju, however, paid little attention to such discussions.
For him, the greatest happiness was not that people noticed their success.
It was seeing his family together, smiling, healthy.