𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

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Arjun POV:

We had already landed in Goa and checked into the private resorts booked by Krish and Myra. Guruji and Aryan took the downstairs room, while Rooh was hellbent on sharing a room with me.

Well, I already expected it and didn't mind as well because, just as she couldn't sleep without me, I couldn't sleep without her in my arms either.

Right now, Myra and Aaru were checking all the items for the wedding, and Krish and I are just standing there watching them. Aryan came to my side, so I lifted him up, and we stayed there.

None of us dared to open our mouths because the two women in front of us looked seriously angry. There are still many things yet to arrive, and the wedding is supposed to start tomorrow.

Myra glared at Krish, who gulped nervously and said, "Angel, I will take care of it. Why don't you sit and relax?"

I controlled my smile, shaking my head at his words. He is definitely in trouble! As expected, Myra shouted, "RELAX? Are you fucking serious right now, Krish?"

Aaru tried to calm her down, "Babe, it's okay. Forget about him. I'll go get your dresses for the wedding, talk to the event manager, make sure the decorations are done correctly, and see if the guests are settled properly, okay?"

Myra hugged her, saying, "You are the best, Aaru."

Myra gave Krish one last glare and walked away. I finally burst into laughter, Aryan joining in. Rooh glared at us, "You better follow me, Ajju. I have so much work, and here you are laughing at our state."

Aryan and I shared a look 'What did we do?'

After six hours, Rooh and I finally fell on the bench in the garden where the Haldi and Mehndi functions are going to be held tomorrow and the day after.

We just finished all the tasks that Rooh promised Myra. I seriously needed some caffeine or else I definitely am going to die from a headache any moment soon.

I looked at Rooh, who was staring at the sky with her arms circled around my bicep and her head on my shoulder.

I wonder how she managed everything and still isn't tired. I admire her capability—the way she handled the decorations, received the guests simultaneously, and made sure to get the wedding dresses, all while never leaving me alone.

I kissed her forehead and looked at the sky. There was a beautiful sunset, and I drowned in its beauty.

She tugged at my sleeve, and I looked at her. She said, "Ajju, do you know the love story of the moon and the sun?"

My eyes widened for a bit, but I soon covered it, saying, "No."

She smiled, "I don't remember who told me this, but I still remember the story very clearly, Ajju."

I smiled, asking, "Care to share it with me, baby?"

Her cheeks turned pink, and she hid her face in my chest. I love the effect I has on her. Just a small word could turn the great Aarohi Mishra into a blushing mess—my beautifull blushing mess.

She said, "Just imagine how much sun loved the moon that he would die every night just to let her breathe. Every sunset, he lets the moon rise, giving up his place in the sky so she can shine. And when the day comes, she fades away, knowing it's his turn to light up the world. They live in an endless cycle of love and sacrifice, always chasing each other but never quite meeting, forever bound by their celestial dance."

I smiled saying "They will meet once a time rooh, THE ECLIPSE" she smiled nodding and I just hugged her close as we both watched the sun setting and the moon rising.