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Nine Days Into Marriage
After years of waiting and fighting for us, I’m learning what it really means to be someone’s wife
It’s been nine days since I became a wife, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this is real.
We waited. God, did we wait. There were fights, the kind that made me wonder if we’d ever get here. The kind where you question everything, where the finish line feels impossibly far away. But we fought through them, literally and figuratively, and somehow that makes standing on this side of it all feel even more precious.
The wedding day itself was a blur of emotions I’m still untangling. I was happy, overwhelmed, nervous, grateful, all of it at once, fighting for space in my chest. And then came subhodrishti, that first look as bride and groom. I don’t know what I expected to feel in that moment, but what actually happened? I laughed. I looked at him standing there, and I just laughed. It was sweet and silly and so perfectly us after everything we’d been through to get there.
But it was during the sindoor daan that everything shifted. When he applied the sindoor on my forehead, my…
