The Unwanted Bride

8 - December Wedding

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Typed: 06/12/2023
Chapter 8: December Wedding

Author's POV:

"Clearly there's a reason, she saw something in me that's why she said yes." Yug argued.

Harsh paces around, raging. Akshay, their friend mumbles in frustration, "this isn't a contest that 'oh, let me be daddy Teresa' what the hell, Yug."

"I second that." Harsh agreed, slapping Akshay's shoulder with much respect.

"Daddy Teresa? Really?" Yug's not impressed. "Think about i—"

"NO." Harsh isn't having this. "Think about is. Yes, we've seen her, but this is marriage we're talking about, bhai."

Typed on 07/12/2023

"I don't even go ahead with deals if I haven't thought it through, do you really think I'd marry someone without thinking?" His stern tone is accusing Harsh. Throwing allegations at this brother for even thinking he'd make such a huge decision without processing everything.

Harsh doesn't look at him. He throws his hands up in the air in bitterness. He's defeated or close to being defeated. "He's really weighing marriage to a business deal. My. God."

Akshay's expressions show nothing more than regret. He regrets being stuck in the middle of both the brothers. "You're both right," he starts of slowly. His worse mistake was glancing at Harsh who stabbed him with his eyes. "I mean, Harsh is mainly right."

"I tried meeting her, but I was late. That was all on me. I thought she'd reject me, instead, she accepted. There must be something. I've messaged her for a while, and I've felt nothing but calmness and heard." Even his voice sounds like it's in a trace. A trace of tranquility.

If the right artist could analyze his expression, Yug would be caged in a museum. In a museum for art lovers and lovers to get lost in his innocent face that dripped in something. Something warm.

And an author would run out of papers and ink to decipher and capture his impression. Where would an author even begin from? How he looked so handsome but looked like an old soul—old lost soul talking about her? Like he couldn't quite put his finger to why he wanted to enter the maze?

That's how Yug Verma looked—will look to a soul—a person—who has fallen in love with someone before and has failed to express their feelings into words.

How could he, Yug, articulate his feelings—his strong feeling for wanting to get married to Khushi? Is he in love? No. It can't be love. He cannot fall in love with someone this quick and he knows she cannot too. He fell in love with the sincerity they both spoke to each other with. He fell in love with the feeling.

Yug has always walked before, once in a while fell too, but for the first time, it felt like his soul no longer wanted to occupy a body that walked on land. His soul longed the feeling of the sea. To dive into the ocean and experience the waves. That's how it felt to make this decision.

"I have always followed my gut," both the men in the room knew he was correct. "And my gut say's this is the right decision. Is it hasty? Very much. But i—I'm hopeful. I trust myself and I trust Khushi for whatever reason she said yes."

There's this concrete expression on Yug's face that Harsh is familiar with. Harsh chose better than to argue further on. Yes, Yug is more prone to listening to criticism, other people's opinion but he'd do what he wants at the end. What he desires. And today, he wouldn't even listen to anyone—not even his best friend and his brother—that showed how much he desired to marry Khushi.