𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝟑𝟓. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧

As we prepared for Rudra and Janvi's engagement, the tension was palpable. Despite their wishes for an intimate gathering, their families had orchestrated a grand ceremony, complete with elaborate decorations and a lengthy guest list.

Alaya, visibly frustrated, turned to me and said, "What will you do when I'm not there with you?"

I responded firmly, my voice filled with emotion. "Don't even think about leaving me, Angel. You're my everything. I'd be lifeless without you. I can't imagine a world without you by my side. You're the oxygen I breathe, my source of life. Without you, I'd be nothing but a hollow shell."

Alaya's expression softened, her irritation dissipating. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with love. "Okay, baba, I won't say it again." She adjusted my tie, her fingers brushing against my chest. "My man looks so hot today."

I grinned, feeling dashing in my black tuxedo, matching shirt, and tie. I bent down, and she pecked my forehead. "Thank you, baby," I replied, gently pecking her nose. She giggled, her eyes never leaving mine.

As we finished getting ready, I took her hand, and we headed downstairs. The sound of laughter and music filled the air, and I knew we were in for a long night. But with Alaya by my side, I was ready to face anything.

She looked absolutely ethereal in a stunning salmon-colored silk saree, its simplicity perfectly capturing the essence of her elegance. The way the fabric draped around her was a sight to behold, accentuating her beauty without needing any additional embellishments. Her traditional look was complemented by the sacred nuptial chain adorning her neck and the subtle vermillion mark on her hairline, symbolizing her marital status. She chose to forgo excessive jewelry, opting instead for understated elegance with just her nuptial chain earrings and bangles. The overall effect was breathtaking - a true vision of loveliness that left me spellbound.