The temple hall was filled with the thunderous, joyful music of the drums and Nadaswaram as the ceremony reached its peak. Karikalan was tying the thaali around Mayuri’s neck while Mayuri kept her eyes closed, her palms joined in prayer and a radiant smile on her face. And the guests were showering them with a rain of flower petals and akshata.

As soon as he secured the third knot, Karikalan reached out, his thumb gently catching Mayuri’s chin to pull her closer. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head. Mayuri felt the warmth of his lips and in a burst of excitement she turned her head and planted a quick, bold peck right on his lips.