A Loveless Alliance

Chapter-18 [Bridal attire]

SIDDHARTH'S POV

"It's beautiful."

I whispered, standing behind her as I slightly towered over her figure. I don't know what I was referring to since my eyes were at her while my finger was pointed towards the dummy standing in front of us.

"It really is."

She breathed out dreamingly. I hummed in response, agreeing to her without moving my eyes. I hadn't thought that we would find THE dress this fast, Myra hadn't tried it on yet; Though I could presume that it would fit her. Even if it doesn't, we can get the exact same outfit tailored for her.

The way she was admiring it, even a fool would be capable enough to tell that she loved it. She loved it, that means she's getting it. End of discussion.

"Can I try this on?"

Myra asked with a hopeful tone as she traced the spectacular border with her fingers. A woman dressed up in a black suit came forward with a polite smile plastered on her face, peek professionalism dripped off her as any other worker of the boutique.

"Sure ma'am. Let me assist you."

Myra happily walked into a big trial room after giving her bag to her mother. Since the boutique had a special section of bridal dresses, it had a special room for the trials too. All of us sit back down on the couch, waiting for Myra.

A kind of fear settled deep in the pit of my stomach, I already knew she would look absolutely magnificent. I was terrified of that imaginary sight, the turmoil of emotions that I buried, pushed deep inside my chest, what if they burst out after seeing her dresses up like a bride- my bride, Fuck!

My heart thumped and it thumped hard against my ribcage. Those 15 minutes proved to be the longest time of my life. Hell! I wasn't able to breathe stable, a few cold shaky sighs left my lips. I couldn't hear a single word and had absolutely no idea about what the other three ladies talked about.

"Excuse me sir, Are you the groom?"

The lady who had taken Myra with her, came back and asked for the groom- Oh right! It was me, Ofcourse. I stood up from the couch, rubbing the back of my neck out of habit whenever I got nervous.

"Ah..Yes."

"We have a tradition, we always make sure the groom has a separate first look after the bride is dressed."

Heck! I would fight to go in there first and alone. All the rules and restrictions I had put upon myself seemed to be fading slowly and I wasn't able to do anything about it. She looked at older ladies sitting beside me on the couch before continuing,

"If any of you don't have a problem. The groom can come in first."

"Ofcourse, we have no problem."

Our mothers almost said in unison with a wide grin on their face. I tried my best to avoid their teasing gaze and kept my face straight as I walked, totally opposite of how my heart was fluttering.

Six steps and I was in front of a wide door, the only thing keeping us away for now. Myra was inside, alone and dressed up as a bride, that bare thought was enough for a shiver to run down my spine. The saleswoman had left to give us some "privacy" and here I was questioning my sanity.

"Deal with it, Siddharth."

I mumbled to myself. A sharp sigh left my mouth as I opened the door wide and stepped. OK! I can't just deal with it. Her back was facing me, a long maroon veil covered her head spreading long till the ground. My heart was one beat away from breaking free from my ribcage.