A marriage is like a rose; a romantic keepsake having the combination of thorns and petals. The red hue of the petals symbolizes love, and passion and is soft to touch. The thorns that lay on the stem, however, represent adversity and sacrifice.
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She's fuckin beautiful.
And she just so happens to be my wife.
Even if thousands of women were more appealing, my hopeless eyes would only search for hers. If every bride had such an effect on her husband, someone should've warned me prior. The moment she walked down the aisle, she cast a spell on my heart, and for the first time in many years, I felt discomposed.
I wasn't supposed to behave this way.
Why was an arranged marriage making things more complicated?
I had never felt any strong emotions towards her all along, and I must've made it very obvious that I'm least interested in this relationship. Perhaps, they're all taking a toll on me today.
I couldn't keep my focus on any conversations I shared with the guests.
"So how did you two even meet?" asked Sofie, my youngest cousin with her eyes twinkling in wonder.
"Our parents introduced us to each other," I quipped, realizing that had it not been for them, I'd have missed out on this.
Ben was right, all along.
They knew something I didn't.
"Oh. ." She mused, and now that I think, Sophie and Melina are almost the same age, "Do you love her then?"
Before I could respond, the sound of laughter reached our ears, and we turned to where it was coming from. Melina lay at some distance, heartily laughing at whatever her friends were saying to her. Even two of her school friends stuck by her side, but she was oblivious to the way everybody was admiring her.
I hadn't seen her smile since the ceremony had begun, let alone even see her eyes properly. She'd been acting distant from me even during the wedding rehearsal, but I thought she was only feeling drained from all this. Turns out, I was the reason. To see her laughing and giggling around today made me feel a whole lot better.
She looked majestic during the ceremony with the bridal gown that made her appear as a queen. Oh, how badly I wanted to kiss her then and even now as she sways in her dusty rose-pink gown.
I gaped at her, struggling to eliminate these thoughts from my mind.
As if sensing my hard gaze, our eyes met. Her smile faltered, and a more poised look made its way onto her sweetness-touched face.
I looked away quickly.
I didn't want to be caught blushing a second time.
"He's finally back to reality," Zara quoted, and I turned to see them whispering something into each other's ears.
My eyebrows quirked up in amusement, "What're you two girls up to now?"
"Can't take your eyes off of your wife, eh?" She wiggled her eyebrows naughtily to which, I rolled my eyes in exhaustion.
