payu and rain are phyonce but there is some twist which causes them segregation. this is fictional story as my last one is. so it consumes some of the unrealistic thing.... plz give me support on that too..
I was at my engagement ceremony. I was walking to the aisle. I was looking super cute I know but hyung is looking fab too. I know I can't marry love of my life but hyung really supportive.
It's a good thing that when I said all my feelings for that ass hole hyung and he just listen to me and said it's okay. I don't have strength to fall again but yes hyung really made a great space in my heart.
I walk by the aisle and looking at hyung who was already smiling at me and may be waiting for me too.
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I also stepping forward while smiling at him. I know we can't share relationship like husbands but I promise him that we will be really good friends and I am happy that I found a good friend in him.
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I know I look beautiful and hyung too but my eyes really fall on someone who is chugging a glass of liquor. I was speechless he is here. Why is he here? Did dad really invite him to attend this ring ceremony of mine?
He is looking great. The most handsome man in my eyes. He was, well, different from all others. He was handsome, not perhaps in the conventional sense, but he had that appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd. He was fair, almost pale white. His unfathomable, golden brown eyes contrasted exceptionally with his light toned face. His eyes were as deep and expressive, where you could get lost if you stared long enough but why his eyes is more expressive today? Was he crying?
His face had that faraway look in it, which cannot be described in words. His smile, which reached up to his eyes and wrinkled them, flaunted his modesty and humility. Often, you could see a hint of pain in his sparkling eyes, which would disappear as suddenly as it emerged. He sometimes spoke with someone, which perhaps revealed how much agony he concealed within himself. Above all was his frame and his stature. He was not extremely muscular, with 8 pack abs or 16 cm biceps. However, he could stand out in a crowd, which was mostly due to his way of carrying himself. Perhaps he was not the kind who had girls swooning over him. But he was simple and innocent this time. He was perhaps, just one in a million, who was nothing special, but all the same unique.
