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CHAPTER 8: DEVANSH

My hands trembled as I put the sindur on her forehead. I saw her tears falling and for some reason I felt awful about that. The marriage was overwhelming even if I had prepared myself for it for months.

The feelings gathered as a knot in my stomach that made me sick with all responsibilities. Should I try to give love a chance? No., as soon as the thought rang in my head I quickly brushed off those thoughts and tried to divert my mind.

I saw her clutching her lehenga which was drapped around her delicate body elegantly. The first moment I saw her, my heart ached with an unknown guilt and shame. I don't know if I can make her happy like she was in her house, I didn't now if she will ever be able to accept me who is harder than a puzzle to understand.

She looked so elegantly Innocent. Her big doe eyes didn't dare to look up in mine. The color suited her like it was made for her in the first place. Her hands which was covered with henna, hid my name in It perfectly. With every steps her anklet and bangles jingled.

Seeing her walking closer my body heated up like someone poured warm honey on my body which rolled down from my naked skin, head to toe.

Ever cell in my tough body felt the warmth of her presence when she stood beside me in the mandap. Cold sweats covered my back feeling the unwanted desire that slid through my organs.

And now when we officially belonged to each other I felt the weight of the tradition that came with this marriage. I know I have thought of this like the 100th time now, but I can't stop myself from thinking this.

I grabbed her shaky hands with my cold ones. Her hands was like burning fire. As soon as I grabbed them, my hands burned with an unknown feeling. But I didn't back out instead I held them tighter. For some reason, I wanted to be burned.

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We sat in a big room after dinner. Half of my relatives who came left, and the others who will leave with us in the morning were still here. Reyaansh, Kartik, my uncle's daughter Devika, papa, uncle, aunt and some others were here. Even though only the younger ones here in this room.

There was Reyaansh, Kartik, Devika, Avantika, Shreyash, that daughter of bua and some others in these room I didn't know and of course my wife, Shreya, who was sitting beside me.

Shreya and Avantika talked with each other in murmur and whispers. There was Shreya's cousin, as long as I know her name was Sritama who was looking around mainly towards Reyaansh, but Reyaansh was drowned into his phone. I could see het ogling him. I looked away and rolled my eyes.

I glanced at Reyaansh. He was wearing a lavender coloured kurta which was very unusual for him to wear because as long as I know mom bought a navy blue sherwani for him. Though he was looking stunning enough to attract every girl present here and looks like he did as well. He took after me and papa after all.

Even Avantika was glancing at him time to time. I can't deny that he is indeed a center of attention, looking at the structure of his body. His kurta was hugging his well built frame making him look amusingly good. Even though I also go to gym and have an athlete body like him, I would be lying if I said I am bulkier, cause he is a gym freak.

I looked away from him and shifted my attention towards Shreya. I cleared my throat, "Are you okay?" my voice was low. I asked because at the dinner table she was sweating badly under the ac. She was wearing many heavy jewelries and the lehenga Itself was very heavy.

My eyes roamed over her face that was mostly covered with sindur. She looked like laxmi, Laxmi of my house. But I am appreciating her beauty doesn't mean I can give her the love she deserve. Even if I try, I can't help but to recall the scene that haunts me till today.

"yes, I am okay" she murmured and I nodded.

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