" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 "
Advait Agnihotry... He was my pride.
My heart.
The reason I breathed.
But now... now for the first time in my life-I qu...
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Now, the groom and bride may take the blessings from their elders.
It’s finally happening.
I am married.
I am fucking married to the man I’ve helplessly fallen in love with.
And here, they say that dreams never come true. They do, sweetheart, The only difference is how greedy are you for the things you desire and love. Hell, this man only asked for a loveless marriage, if it were for me, I would have done this over and over until I was the only woman whom he was bound to end up with.
I feel like crying, hell…. I-I have been dreaming about this since God knows how many days but one thing, I am sure that this man makes me yearn for him, so much that I kept my ego and feminism aside to marry him.
He just asked for a loveless marriage, I would have happily given him my life if he had asked for that. That’s the depth of my love for him, which cannot be counted or measured in numbers.
With a simple nod, we rose from the pavilion, and he was the one who helped me to stand properly in this heavy lehenga of mine. Taking a long breath, we both descended from the pavilion, taking baby steps and the first person whose glossy eyes met with mine was my Maa’s.
My eyes instantly welled up as I saw her red, teary eyes as if she has been crying for years. Never have I ever borne a single tear in her eyes and here she is, crying rivers and expecting me to live a jolly life with my husband.
I have one single glance towards my husband who was already looking at me and gestured for me to console her with a blink of his eyes.
The first thing I did was to spread my arms and just cocoon her in my embrace and as soon as I did that, she threw herself on me and started sobbing vigorously and she didn’t even try to muffle the screams.
That broke me, that broke me for real. I can bear anything except tears in my families' eyes and I don’t know when I ended up sobbing as well.
After few seconds, my sisters engulfed me in their embraces, hugging me or holding me close to themselves as if I disappear the moment they will leave me. Samaira is crying like a child, so is Shivi and Ada is crying softly because she knows that she still got two sisters to console as well as Rishi.
Rishi, as promised didn’t shed a single tear and stood firm, separating my crying younger sister from myself, he snacked his warm biceps around her petite head and brought her close to his heart where she cried softly, not wanting to face me or even have a look at me.
Through the corner of my eyes, I could see Ada holding Shivangi and Rohan, who didn’t dare to come forward to hold me as if I was a plague that he’d avoid for the rest of his life.
