Chapter 74

Gautam's POV

We reached there at the venue with Baraat. Uncle and aunty welcomed us. I got down the white wedding mare. Aunty welcomed me with an Aarti platter. Then did a few cute customs like holding the nose of the groom ( me ). After that, we came inside.

I had occasionally seen one custom in various weddings which was Feet washing ceremony of the groom.  Once the groom entered the house of the bride on the wedding day, the bride's mother washes his feet with honey, curd, milk, ghee and sugar.

I personally never liked this custom. I didn't know what was the logic or the story behind it. But I refused to let aunty do this custom. 

I am just like her son... So it should be me who should be doing it not the other way around. She was as old as my mom and I could not let her wash my feet. So I refused to let her do that to me I washed my feet on my own. I didn't care if someone felt that I was trying to be some kind of reformer. I did what I felt was