Our story.

Chapter 3

Srk pov

What if her father secretly said no? What if he refuses Kajol to come? What if Kajol says no? What if Kajol ditches me? I paced around the alter, nervous, my head flooding with the worst case scenarios.
Suddenly, i see everyone stand up. I see her father helping her-kajol- as she was decked in jewlery and her mehndi covering her hands. Her kohl made her doe-like, hazel eyes stand out. She wore a red lehenga that made her look shining from the rest.
'Woah, thats my wife there..' i mouthed seeing her, my jaw opened. Her face turned into a smile, guessing she understood what i said and saw me. I combed my hair flat so it had looked like when we first met and wore a gold sherwani, buttoned down and under a kurta and churidars.
She walked down the aisle (they had a mix of nontraditional and traditional) as you could faintly hear her bangles clincking.
I stared into her eyes as i felt as if i was taken into another world until i had accepted and we exchanged rings, walking around the fire and our witnesses knotted our shawls together.
We danced and as we did i whispered in her ear 'you look perfect'