𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓S

💝TYING THE KNOT-(2)CHAPTER-37

Meera pov:

I still can't believe it actually happened... I'm married. Married. Adrian is my husband now! Just thinking about it makes butterflies go wild in my stomach. The morning was a complete whirlwind—tears, laughs, rituals, hugs, blessings—so much happening at once. After everything, they let me rest for a while, and I swear I knocked out like a log.

Around four in the evening, Amma gently woke me up, reminding me that we still had the Spanish-style wedding coming up. I sat up, all groggy and slow, until it hit me again—I'm Adrian's wife. I smiled like an idiot for five whole minutes, just hugging my pillow like some lovesick teenager.

Then came the dress. My wedding dress. Oh god, it was straight out of a fairy tale. The lace on the top, the dreamy neckline, and that tulle skirt that swirled every time I moved—it made me feel like I was floating. My hair was left loose in soft curls, falling down my back like waves, and the sparkly little floral pin added such a princess vibe. The veil was light and dreamy, like something you'd see in a slow-mo movie scene.

Dahlia was fussing over my look, adjusting tiny details with watery eyes. "Meera, you look so freaking beautiful," she said, biting her lip to not cry. Elena was balancing little Augustine, who kept reaching for the lipstick on the table like it was candy. Thanu had her camera ready, clicking every single expression I made, while Amma and Payal anni were outside, making sure everything was set.

Then came the cutest entrance—Cami walked in with Alba and Poppy. Their little eyes sparkled like they'd just seen a Disney princess. Poppy gasped and said, "Meera, you look like a princess!" and Alba nodded like it was the biggest truth in the world. I laughed and said, "No, no, you two are the real princesses here!" They giggled and twirled out of the room, their little skirts bouncing with excitement.

Camila stayed back and opened a velvet box. Inside was a delicate bracelet. "It's a family heirloom," she said, voice shaking a little. "Passed down from our mom. Wear it for us today, okay?" I don't even know how I didn't cry right there. I just hugged her and said, "Thank you, Cami." That moment will stay in my heart forever.

Then there was a knock. Amma, Payal anni, and Appa came in. "It's time," Amma whispered. I grabbed my ivory rose bouquet with slightly trembling hands. Appa offered his arm, and I took it, feeling a wave of emotions crash over me all at once.

As we walked into the church, I swear my heart paused. It was gorgeous—soft lighting, stained glass windows catching the last bits of sun, flowers everywhere, and the gentle sound of a Spanish guitar playing. It felt like a dream I'd once had... except better. More real.

Alba and Poppy led the way down the aisle, tossing petals and giggling. And then I saw him.

Adrian.

Standing at the altar in a navy blue suit, looking like he'd just walked out of a romance novel. His hair was slicked back, his expression soft, but the second he saw me, his mouth literally dropped open. His eyes were wide, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. And I couldn't stop smiling.

That look on his face? Pure love. Like I was the only person in the whole universe.

And right then, in that beautiful candle-lit church, walking toward him with everyone watching, I felt it.

Appa gently placed my trembling hand into Adrian's, and he pulled me close to the center of the stage. There we stood, just the two of us, surrounded by everyone we loved. My heart was racing, but Adrian's warm grip calmed me instantly.

Camila draped a soft veil over my head — a symbol of purity and innocence — while a cord, the lazo, was tied around us, symbolizing our eternal bond. It all felt like stepping into a dream. Adrian squeezed my hand, his eyes so full of love and warmth that I felt my nerves melt away.