His Replaced Dhulhan || 18+ ✔

|37.| Back to normal?

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Vansh's pov

As I approached the hotel room, my heart swelled with anticipation and relief. I felt a weight lifting off my shoulders, as if the darkness that had shrouded our relationship had finally lifted. I knocked on the door, and Kashvi's soft voice beckoned me in.

I entered, and our eyes met like two old friends reunited after a long journey. The tension between us was palpable, but it was no longer heavy with secrets and lies. We both knew that we had faced our demons and come out stronger on the other side.

I took her hand, and she didn't pull away. Instead, she squeezed it gently, her eyes filling with tears. "We did it," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "We made it through."

I pulled her close, feeling her warmth, her scent, her love. "We did," I whispered back, my voice cracking with emotion. "And now, we have our whole lives to work on us, together."

We stood there for a long moment, holding each other, savoring the taste of redemption and renewal. Our relationship was far from perfect, but in that moment, it felt like the only thing that mattered. We were imperfect, but we were perfect for each other.

As we pulled back, Kashvi's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "You know, I was thinking..." she began, her voice trailing off.

"What?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat.

"We should start our new life together, somewhere far from here. Somewhere we can build a new home, a new family, a new us."

My heart soared. "I'd like that," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

And with that, we sealed our fate, our love, our future. We knew that life would still throw us curveballs, but we were ready to face them together, hand in hand, heart to heart.

As I swept her up in my arms, her giggles filled the air, a sweet serenade that echoed through the hotel corridor. I carried her across the threshold, into the room, our sanctuary, our haven. Her words tumbled out, a gentle cascade of emotion, as she gazed up at me with eyes aglow.

"I want to marry you again," she whispered, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "The way we married was not what I wanted for us. It felt as if it was not for us, but for someone else. Now I want everything to be for us, and only us."

My heart swelled, my love for her overflowing like a cup filled to the brim. I set her down, my hands cradling her face, my eyes locking onto hers.

"Oh, Kashvi," I breathed, my voice barely audible. "I want that too. I want to marry you, to love you, to cherish you, all over again."

Tears shimmered in her eyes, like diamonds in the sunlight. "Really?" she whispered, her hope and joy palpable.

"Really," I replied, my smile spreading wide. "We'll do it right this time, just us, no pretenses, no expectations. Just our love, pure and true."

We stood there, lost in each other's eyes, our hearts beating as one. And in that moment, I knew that our love would last a lifetime, through every storm, every test, every triumph. We would face it all, hand in hand, heart to heart, forever and always.

"Let's do it the right way this time," I said, my voice filled with conviction, my eyes locking onto hers with a deep intensity.

But then I paused, a sly smile spreading across my face. "Btw, I tore the divorce papers," I revealed, my words dripping with a mischievous glee.

Kashvi's eyes widened, her gaze piercing through me like a sharp dagger. "You did?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief, her tone a perfect blend of shock and amusement.

I nodded, my smile growing wider. "Yes, I did," I admitted, my eyes never leaving hers. "I couldn't let you get away from me," I confessed, my voice cracking with emotion. "I know that's what I should have done, but I can't live without you."

Kashvi's face softened, her eyes filling with a warm light. She stepped closer, her hands reaching up to cup my face. "I can't live without you either," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Our faces drew closer, our lips inches apart. The air was electric, our love palpable. We both knew in that moment that our marriage was far from over. In fact, it was just beginning.

"Do you know what the first step is?" I asked, my eyes sparkling with excitement, my voice trembling with anticipation.

Kashvi's eyes narrowed, her brow furrowed in curiosity. "What is the first step?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness.

I chuckled, my heart racing with joy. "The first step is where I will propose to my wife," I declared, my words dripping with romance. "And then we will marry here in Italy, surrounded by love, laughter, and beauty."

As I spoke, I swept her up in my arms, twirling her around with a graceful flourish. Kashvi's laughter echoed through the air, her eyes shining like diamonds in the sunlight.

"And then, our second honeymoon, and maybe, just maybe, a baby to complete our family," I whispered, my voice filled with hope and desire.

Kashvi's face glowed with happiness, her smile radiant. "I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I love you too," I replied, my voice filled with emotion. "More than words can express."

As we swirled around, the world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our love, our dreams, and our future.

||Next update; on Friday ||