Vijay and Rashmika begin forever together in Udaipur
After seven years of stolen glances and shared dreams, they finally said “ours” instead of “mine.”
The first light of dawn crept over Udaipur’s ancient palaces, painting the sky in soft shades of pink and gold. Inside the quiet corridors of ITC Mementos, away from the cameras and the frenzy, a love story that began in the glow of arc lights was finally writing its most private, precious chapter.
For seven years, they had loved each other in whispers. Seven years of stolen moments between film shoots, of glances that said everything when words could not, of a bond so fiercely protected that it became its own kind of sacred. Today, at 10:10 am, Vijay Deverakonda and Rashmika Mandanna stopped guarding their secret and simply said “I do.”
There were no flashing cameras, no live updates, no carefully curated social media posts—just the quiet exchange of vows witnessed by those who mattered most. His mother’s hands trembled slightly as she placed heirloom bangles on Rashmika’s wrists during the sangeet, the gold warm from years of family stories, now beginning a new chapter. Her father’s eyes glistened as he watched his daughter, the little girl who once danced in the rain, now standing beside the man who made her smile even on exhausting days.
The journey here was never simple. They met on the sets of Geetha Govindam in 2018, two young actors pretending to fall in love for the camera, not realizing the camera was merely documenting what their hearts already knew. Dear Comrade followed, and with it, a bond that refused to remain fictional. The world speculated, gossiped, waited for confirmation that never came. They chose silence, letting their work speak, letting their eyes meet in crowded rooms, letting love grow away from the glare.
Fans, those strange extended family members that cinema creates, gave them a name long before they gave themselves one: Virosh. A blending of identities, a prediction wrapped in affection. When the wedding invitation finally arrived, that name was there, etched into their celebration like a thank you note to everyone who believed.
The sangeet night was everything they are—unpretentious, emotional, real. Vijay, usually so intense on screen, laughed freely as friends teased him about finally settling down. Rashmika, often described as the girl next door, danced like no one was watching, because for once, almost no one was. When Vijay’s mother slipped the bangles onto her hands, Rashmika’s eyes held more than gratitude—they held homecoming.
Now, as the sun rises fully over Udaipur’s lakes, two people who spent years hiding their love finally rest in its openness. A grand reception awaits in Hyderabad, where the film fraternity will offer their congratulations, where flashbulbs will finally capture what was always there. But that is for later.
For now, there is just this: a husband and wife waking to their first full day as each other’s, the weight of seven years lifting into something lighter, something permanent. From reel to real, from secret to sacred, Rashmika and Vijay have written their own love story. And like all good stories, this one is just beginning.