From shy smiles and stolen glances,
Their love began in sweet, small chances.
At the Sangeet, their bond took flight,
With every look, love shone bright.

Mansi, graceful in her bridal attire,
Caught Ravi’s gaze, filled with desire.
Through rituals sacred, hands entwined,
A deeper affection slowly aligned.

Their arranged vows, a promise true,
Built on respect, as their love grew.
In stolen moments, their hearts would meet,
A flourishing love, tender and sweet.