Day we met

Chapter 33 - Marriage?

When my dad finally returned my mobile, I felt a surge of hope. My fingers trembled as I dialed Ric's number, praying he would answer. Relief washed over me as I heard his voice, and I quickly texted him my location. Within minutes, he was there, his presence as a beacon of hope in my despair.

From a distance, I spotted him, and all the pent-up emotions burst forth. I ran as fast as I could, my heart pounding with desperation and joy. As I reached him, I threw myself into his arms, clutching him tightly. The force of my embrace almost made him stumble, but he steadied himself, wrapping his arms around me. Tears streamed down my face, and I kissed him repeatedly on his cheeks and forehead, my sobs muffled against his shoulder. He held me close, his touch gentle and reassuring, and planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Ric, I need to tell you everything," I said, my voice choked with emotion. Between sobs, I recounted the torment I had endured, my father's lies, and the constant fear that had consumed me. "Can't you persuade your parents for us?" I pleaded, my voice a mixture of hope and despair.

"Don't worry," he whispered, his hand caressing my cheek in a comforting gesture. "I'll do everything for you."

"I can't live in a world where I might lose you," he said, his voice filled with urgency. "Let's get married."

For a moment, I thought he was joking. "You're kidding me, right?" I asked, needing to hear the seriousness in his tone.

"No, Saakshi, I'm serious," he said, his eyes locking onto mine with an unwavering resolve. "Let's get married, and then I can convince my parents."

The gravity of his words weighed heavily on me. Thoughts of my friends and my father swirled in my mind. "We can't do this, Ric. What about my dad? Without his consent, I'll never agree to this," I said, my voice firm despite the turmoil in my heart.

"We have your dad's consent," he reminded me gently. "Remember, he said he'd agree if my family accepted our relationship."

I fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in. My heart ached with the complexity of the situation. "You don't believe me?" he asked, lifting my chin to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with sincerity and determination.

I looked into his eyes, feeling the same resolve building within me. The thought of losing him was unbearable. "I can't live with the thought of losing you either," I confessed. "I think this marriage will give us hope, a chance to be together for the rest of our lives."

With a newfound determination, I accepted his proposal. Hand in hand, we made our way to the church. The air was thick with anticipation as we stood before the altar, the quiet reverence of the sacred space amplifying the significance of our commitment.

We exchanged our vows with trembling voices, each word a promise to stand by each other through every trial and triumph. "For better or worse, in sickness and in health," we pledged, our voices.

As the vows concluded, we looked into each other's eyes, a mix of relief and joy washing over us. We were married, bound by love and the shared hope of a life together. The future was uncertain, but at that moment, we were united, ready to face whatever came our way

"I believe in you more than myself...let's go." Perhaps this is the magic of love. We believe in them more than ourselves. I don't know whether my choice is correct or not, but I want to seize this opportunity. We exchanged our vows, and after getting married, we went back to our homes. We are married without anyone's acknowledgment. I didn't apprise anyone about our marriage.

The secrecy added a thrilling edge to our relationship. We were married, yet we carried on as if nothing had changed, as if we were just dating. Our love felt like a secret treasure hidden from the world.