Udaipur wakes up slowly in February. The light comes in soft, almost cautious, slipping over the Aravalli hills and settling on marble terraces like it has all the time in the world. This morning, it felt like the city knew it was holding something precious. The Virosh Wedding was unfolding quietly behind those marble walls, wrapped in ritual, family, and years of unspoken certainty.
Inside the hushed luxury of ITC Mementos Udaipur, Rashmika Mandanna and Vijay Deverakonda finally did the thing everyone suspected they would do. They got married.
Not announced with fireworks. Not streamed live. Just family, a sacred fire, and a muhurat that reportedly fell around 10:10 in the morning. The kind of timing that aunties remember and astrologers nod at approvingly.
If you have followed them for the past eight years, you know how much noise surrounded their silence. The interviews where they smiled and said “good friends.” The airport sightings. The coordinated festival posts were never quite confirmed. For a while, it became a sport, decoding their affection. And then, four days ago, they posted that joint note. Simple. Heartfelt. Signing off as VIROSH, the fan nickname they once pretended not to notice.
There is something deeply satisfying about watching two people reclaim a narrative that ran ahead of them for years.
The morning ceremony was traditional Telugu Hindu, rooted and unhurried. Priests chanted, close family gathered around, and the couple, dressed in classic wedding finery, looked less like movie stars and more like two slightly overwhelmed people trying to memorize a life-changing moment. No dramatic gestures. No theatricality. Just the quiet gravity of vows spoken in Sanskrit while the fire crackled between them.
Security was tight, I am told, three-layered and discreet. About fifty guests in total. Intimate by industry standards. Among the few familiar faces were Kalyani Priyadarshan, Tharun Bhascker, and Rahul Ravindran. Friends who have been part of their professional and personal orbit for years. No sprawling guest list. No circus.
And yet, the scale of it felt significant.
Maybe because of what comes later today. By evening, the celebration shifts to honor Rashmika’s Coorgi roots with a Kodava-style ceremony. If you have ever witnessed one, you know it carries a different energy. Proud, ancestral, almost fierce in its symbolism. It is less about spectacle and more about belonging. About reminding everyone in the room where you come from.
That duality, Telugu rituals in the morning and Kodava traditions by night, feels very them. Two industries. Two states. Two families. One story.
The wedding week itself has had its own personality. It did not open with a cocktail night dripping in diamonds. It began with something they cheekily called the Virosh Premier League. Families split into teams. Cricket matches. Pool volleyball. Laughter echoes off stone walls. Competitive uncles, playful cousins, probably a few dramatic appeals to imaginary umpires. Honestly, it sounds chaotic in the best way.
Then came the sangeet. I saw glimpses of it through photos that made their way out. The decor was not just flowers and fairy lights. It was a timeline. Eight years told through snapshots. Car selfies. Holiday grins. Casual, unfiltered images that were never meant for public consumption. Guests reportedly walked through corridors lined with memories. Not posed studio portraits, but real life captured in mid-laugh.
There is something about that choice that lingers. In an industry obsessed with curated perfection, they chose candor.
The food mirrored that mix of personal and polished. One evening, a Japanese-themed dinner, thoughtfully curated, precise, cosmopolitan. On another, traditional South Indian fare that probably tasted like home. It is easy to imagine Rashmika’s family gravitating toward familiar spices while friends sampled sushi under Rajasthani skies. Cultures blending on a plate before they formally blended at the altar.
And Udaipur, with its lakes and quiet grandeur, made the perfect co-conspirator. The Aravalli range does something to you. It makes everything feel slightly cinematic without trying too hard. Maybe that is why so many high-profile weddings find their way here. But this one, for all its star power, felt determined to stay private.
That might be what makes it compelling. Not the clothes, though I am sure they were exquisite. Not the guest list, though it included names the industry knows well. It is the restraint. The decision to let the day belong to family first.
Of course, the bigger spectacle is only days away. On March 4, a grand reception is set to unfold at Taj Krishna. That is where the film fraternity will arrive in full force. The flashbulbs. The couture. The inevitable viral moments. Hyderabad will get its night.
But today belongs to something quieter.
It belongs to two people who built a relationship under a microscope and somehow kept it intact. To parents who probably exhaled in relief as the knots were tied. To siblings and friends who watched the whole arc from inside the circle rather than through a screen.
There is a particular tenderness in seeing public figures choose privacy in a culture that rewards oversharing. It feels grown-up. It feels intentional.
And maybe that is what this wedding really signals. Not just a union, but a shift. From speculation to certainty. From rumor to ritual.
As the sun begins to dip behind the hills and preparations begin for the evening ceremony, you can almost imagine the atmosphere changing again. Different attire. Different rhythms. The same two people, now married, stepping into another layer of tradition.
VIROSH is no longer a fandom fantasy. It is a lived reality.
And somewhere in Udaipur, between sacred chants and mountain air, a love story that refused to be defined by headlines has finally found its own language.
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Sana has been covering film, fame, and everything in between for over a decade. From red carpets to rehab rumors, she brings nuance, wit, and an insider’s edge to every story. When she’s not reporting, she’s probably watching Koffee With Karan reruns or doom-scrolling celebrity IG feeds.
