A hand covers her own and she's pulled back into a hard chest.
"Who do you love?"
She lets out a squeak as she feels his hand trail up slowly until it rests against her waist.
"If you don't give me an answer, I'll begin to think that it's me."
He...
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The actual wedding happened today and Priyanka had knocked the air out of his lungs with how gorgeous she looked. His eyes followed her around as she had a blast at her brothers wedding. One of the main reasons Ankit was following Priyanka around was that when she looked absolutely stunning like this, he felt possessive of his girl knowing that other men are looking. It was a rare moment for Ankit as he always believed in the freedom of girls being able to wear and do what they want to.
This was a first for him and he believed that it stemmed from the feelings he harboured for her.
As Karan was sitting with his wife, taking pictures with the guests, Priyanka walked over to Ankit. She elbowed his side and he hissed, rubbing the spot.
"What's up? You've been tense all day."
"If someone like you looks this amazing and have all the guys eyes on you then any guy would be tense." Ankit stated.
"Oooh you're jealous." There's a small hint of playfulness in Priyanka's tone as she smiles. "As you should be. I'm gorgeous."
Ankit huffs, "I know that."
"Oh come on, cheer up." She looks around to see if anyone was looking before pecking him on the cheek.
Ankit's eyes widened as soon as he felt her lips leave his cheek. "Wait wha-"
But she was gone before he could say anything else. She held a graceful smile on her face as she waved at him and hurried back to her spot. Ankit shook his head, endeared by her actions. Every passing moment with Priyanka was undoubtedly one of the best. He couldn't imagine a better person to be with.
Sooner or later, the function ended and Priyanka watched her brother get into the car with his wife and tears started flowing down her cheeks. Ankit held in the urge of holding her in his arms but kept his arms still. He made sure to shoot her a smile the minute she looked his way and she smiled back.
The next time he got the chance to have him with her was when she was in her room. He knocked on her door in a proper way and kneeled before her to check her face. Her face had the tear streaks from her previous crying but nothing else.
Silently, he cupped her cheek, moving his thumb back and forth on her cheek as she looks at him with wide eyes. He brings her face forward as he presses a kiss on her forehead. "Are you okay now?" He whispered lightly, looking at her eyes to see any sort of emotion that was written in them.
She shook her head, biting down on her lip. "I'm happy. They were happy tears."
"Happy tears that your brother is now married." Ankit grinned. He got up and sat on the bed beside her.
Priyanka's eyes widened as Ankit's arms wrapped around her tightly encasing her in a tight, warm hug. He nuzzled her shoulder and rested his head there. "We're next right?"
"Only if you want to be."
Ankit's heart soared as he watched Priyanka blush and slap his leg.
"Of course we're in this forever. You're not getting rid of me so easily." They entangle their fingers together and Priyanka starts to play with his fingers. Just the slight touches made Ankit feel electric. The first girl who ever made him feel this way and she was sitting right here with him.
