Love is in the Air ~ Shubman Gill

CHAPTER 45🕊

Author's POV

Two months had flown by in a whirlwind of excitement and chaos as Anaya shifted to India, and the wedding preparations kicked into full gear. With just a week left until their big day, the entire family had settled into the grand Jaipur Palace, fulfilling Anaya's dream of a royal wedding. The palace, with its sprawling courtyards, intricate architecture, and vibrant colors, was a perfect backdrop for their celebration, draped in marigolds and fairy lights.

The days were filled with laughter, shopping sprees, and playful teasing, especially from Anaya's friends and Shubman's family. Between sangeet rehearsals, final outfit fittings, and last-minute wedding details, the energy was palpable. Shubman often snuck away from his duties just to steal a moment with Anaya, only to be caught and teased by everyone around.

As the countdown began, the excitement and anticipation grew, and amidst all the chaos, Anaya couldn't help but smile at the thought that in just a few days, she would be walking down the aisle to marry the love of her life-Shubman Gill.

The grand corridors of the Jaipur Palace were unusually quiet that evening, as if the entire place was holding its breath before the whirlwind of wedding celebrations that were set to begin the next day. Anaya sat in her room, looking out at the stunning view of the palace gardens lit up with soft lanterns and fairy lights. The air buzzed with the excitement of the coming events, and she could feel the anticipation in her chest as she thought about the days ahead.It was surreal-by this time next week, she would be Mrs. Gill.

But amidst her thoughts, a small sound made her turn, and she saw Shubman climbing in through the balcony, a familiar mischievous grin on his face. He was dressed casually in a simple kurta, looking every bit the charming Punjabi munda she adored.

"Shubman! Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?" she whispered urgently, glancing toward the door.

(Shubman! What are you doing here?)

He grinned, closing the door behind him and tiptoeing across the room toward her. "Bas tumse milne aaya hoon. Aur kya?" he replied casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to sneak into his fiancée's room the night before the wedding functions.

(I just came to see you. What else?)

Anaya rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. "Tumhe pata hai na, agar kisi ne dekh liya, toh tumhari class lag jayegi?" she teased, folding her arms.

(You know, right, if someone sees you, you're going to get in trouble?)

Shubman gave her a playful smirk, stepping closer, his eyes twinkling with that familiar mischief. "Risk lena mere khoon mein hai, Anu. Aur waise bhi, dulha hoon, thodi azadi milni chahiye," he joked, slipping his hands into his pockets with a casual shrug.

(Taking risks is in my blood, Anu. And besides, I'm the groom, I should get a little freedom.)

Anaya shook her head, laughing softly. "Oh really? Dulha hone ka yeh matlab bilkul nahi hai, Mr. Shubman Gill."

(Oh really? Being the groom doesn't mean that at all, Mr. Shubman Gill.)

He winked at her, moving even closer until their faces were just inches apart. "Par sach mein, mujhe tumse kuch kehna hai," he said, his voice softening slightly, sincerity lacing his tone.

(But seriously, I have something to tell you.)

Anaya's teasing expression softened, and she looked up at him curiously. "Kya?"