Paint me as a VILLIAN !

CHAPTER 20

The week flew by in a whirlwind of activity. He had taken a leave from his office, immersing himself in the final preparations for their wedding. He coordinated with vendors, decorated the venue, and ran countless errands, his excitement growing with each passing day.

She, on the other hand, tackled her remaining work with a focused determination. There was a bittersweetness in her efficiency, knowing that soon her life would be irrevocably changed, yet filled with a thrill that made her heart skip a beat.

Two days before the wedding, the age-old tradition of separation loomed. They stood at their doorstep, suitcases in hand, a mixture of playful sadness and anticipation hanging in the air.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a love that refused to be dampened by the impending separation. "It's only for two days," he reassured her, his voice thick with emotion.

She smiled, a tear glistening in her eye. "I know," she whispered, "but it feels like forever."

He pulled her into a tight embrace, his scent a familiar comfort, his warmth a shield against the sudden chill of their separation. "I'll miss you," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

"I'll miss you too," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

He kissed her forehead, his touch lingering for a moment before he stepped back. "Call me every chance you get," he said, his voice a command disguised as a plea.

She nodded, a promise shining in her eyes. "I will," she whispered, her eyes mirroring the turmoil in his heart.

With one last lingering glance, he turned and walked away, his suitcase thumping against the pavement like a lonely drumbeat. She watched him go, a bittersweet ache settling in her chest.

She found solace in the familiar embrace of her best friend's house. Laughter and tears mingled as they reminisced, sharing stories and anxieties, a comforting rhythm in the face of the impending change.

The days that followed were a blur of last-minute preparations and emotional goodbyes. She received his calls with a mix of joy and longing, his voice a lifeline across the distance.

She spent the day pampering herself, the warmth of her friend's love a soothing balm to the pre-wedding jitters. They exchanged stories, played silly games, and shared secret hopes for the future.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and pink, she felt a calmness descend upon her. She was ready. She was ready to say "I do," to step into the unknown hand-in-hand with the man she loved, to begin their life together.

And as she drifted off to sleep, a smile playing on her lips, she knew that no matter what the future held, their love would be their constant guide, a beacon in the storm, a promise whispered on the wind, a melody woven into the very fabric of their lives.

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The air crackled with nervous excitement as he stood outside the bar, a group of his closest friends milling around him. It was the night before his wedding, the traditional bachelor party, a final hurrah before he embarked on the married life.

He felt a mixture of emotions: anticipation for the night's festivities, a pang of guilt at celebrating away from his soon-to-be wife, and a deep, unwavering excitement for the future that awaited him.

His friends, sensing his mixed emotions, clapped him on the back, their boisterous laughter a familiar balm to his nerves. They led him inside, the pulsating music and the smoky aroma of beer engulfing him in a whirlwind of energy.

The night unfolded in a series of blurred moments. They ordered drinks, reminisced about shared adventures, and engaged in good-natured banter, the weight of tomorrow's commitment momentarily forgotten.