I Love Being Yours

Chapter 9

Him gathering all the love he must give Not wanting to be incomplete
Eagerly awaiting for his beloved to meet The rest of his life, their fate both to meet
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Loneliness started to creep
In the hollows of her fragile heart
Sleepless nights, the tears that weep
Yearning for her soul to be free and loved

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Aarthi Pov

I heard my name shouted as I turned to head into the hallway, only to see a young mother racing behind her three-year-old child, who appeared to be escaping from her mother. They were so adorable that I couldn't help but snap a photo of them, and it came out beautifully.

Please don't judge me; it's just my nature to snap photos of toddlers with their parents, even if I'm not acquainted with them.

And I ran into a wall when I turned to go back to the entryway. How stupid!

I scolded myself and scratched my forehead when I noticed a man standing exactly where the wall had struck me. Hold on! It was this man, not the wall, who collided with me. But given that I am 5'8", how can he be this tall? I cautiously raised my head to catch a glimpse of him, but god, he's too hot to look at.

I found myself ensnared by the arresting sight before me. His eyes will flash like sparks of flame. His nose is in aquiline terrain. His ears are small, not that I complained off. His hair, a tousled masterpiece, framed his face with an effortless nonchalance that only added to the magnetic charm.

His mouth is full and sweetly trimmed. His chin is strong and justly proud. His features were a symphony of attractiveness. Not every man looks nice in white and gold, but he looked great in sherwani.

He said, "Sorry," not even looking at me, and proceeded forward. And indeed, in those little five seconds, I looked at every feature of him. I've completed a PhD on these kinds of topics.

"Why aren't you along with us?" Aarya came out.

"I am just coming," I replied.

"Gayatri is looking for you; apparently, the photographer needs to know the lined-up performances in order to set the lights and cameras accordingly. Do you have the full list from both the groom and bride sides?" She inquired as we moved inside.

"Yeah, yeah, I have the list. I'll share it with them and talk. I will come. You go to Gayatri." I said to her, moving towards the photographers who were setting up their things.

"Make sure you capture the surprise performance along with her reactions, even if it takes shooting with three or more cameras. There is no need to cover everybody; just focus mainly on the performance and her reactions." I raised a brow, telling them about this because we don't want to miss her reactions to mine, Gautham's, and Pranav's performance.

*phone ringing*

"Hello?" I gave the photographers the all-clear to resume their work before picking up a call from an unfamiliar number.

"We're waiting!" The voice came strong from the other end. "Sorry?" I said I was not sure if this call was meant for me.

"Gautham." With that, he cut the call. This donkey has got some attitude, huh! Let me just cut that attitude of his.