Forever His

Chapter 12: Mine

Shahmeer's POV

"Why does this take so long?" This is why I hate weddings. Around a year back, it was Farjaad's wedding. I was FORCED to go. It's all food, music and dance. Why are you celebrating 'love'. Love was all lies. 'That' feeling isn't real, it's just delusion. The emotion only makes one weaker. 

"You seriously need to learn how to be patient Shahmeer." 

"Actually, no. Others need to learn how to be on time. You are one of those people. You're lucky I haven't fired you yet." 

I had just finished my sentence when the whole crowds of paparazzi suddenly rushed towards the stairs. Flashes of light were everywhere. Shit. She barely had paparazzi on her and this wasn't going to end well. I rushed to the crowd.

"All of you. Move. Now. And don't make me repeat myself. If you're taking photos of my fiancee, I suggest you do it from a safe distance." I say in a demanding tone.

They all scurry to the sides leaving me and Mahnoor in the middle. I look at her. Fuck. Her beauty was not merely skin deep; it emanated from within, illuminating the entire room with a soft, ethereal glow. Every step she took was graceful, as if dancing on air, her dupatta (veil) trailing behind her like a trail of stardust.  Her presence seemed to command the attention of everyone in the room, yet her gaze remained solely focused on me. Her traditional attire, intricately adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant colors, was a celebration of culture and tradition. But it was not just the richness of her attire that captivated me; it was the grace with which she carried herself, a reflection of the strength and resilience that defined her spirit. Her eyes, like pools of dark honey, sparkled with a warmth and depth that drew me in. But they were filled with fear. These dickheads. 

I reached my hand out for her to hold onto and with each step she took, her presence filled the room with a sense of majesty and grace. She reluctantly took my hand grasping onto it tightly. As we reached the stairs which led to the stage with a sofa, I gently picked up her dress to make sure she didn't trip. She sat down and one of her friends and Kiran came to fix her dress. I sat down making sure not to sit on her hair or dress, which had been spread out.

"You okay?" I don't know why I was concerned.

"Yeah. I just wasn't expecting it. Thanks for moving them away though." She sounds a little more settled which makes me feel an odd sense of comfort.

"Anytime, My Star."

"Will you ever quit calling me that?" She turns to look at me.

I turn to look at her as I say, "Never."

"Can't say I'm surprised since you're annoying."

"And yet I saved you from drowning in a pool of cameras."

"Well except that."

"And I also saved you from falling the first day we met."

"Are you going to start counting every good thing you've done for me?"

"I've done nothing for you."

"Yes you have. You ruined my whole life and crushed my dreams." 

I smile. "Want me to ruin your lipstick too?"

"OH! So you're annoying AND on top of that you're a shameless flirt."

"Who said I'm a shameless flirt for every girl, hm?" She goes quiet and turns to face straight ahead.

"Remember My Star, they think this is a love marriage. You have to act in public."

"You're always in 'public' though."