𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

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Aarohi POV:

All of us had taken our seats as Krish officially kicked off the Sangeet. He was in full host mode, cracking jokes and keeping the energy high.

Myra wasn't about to let me stay seated for long though—she grabbed my hand and dragged me up to the stage for our performance.

We had practiced some steps beforehand, so we danced through a few songs, laughter bubbling up between the music.

As I twirled, I could feel Ajju's gaze locked on me, not blinking once. I mean, my man is as whipped as I am—okay, maybe a little less, but still!

The crowd erupted into cheers when we finished, and I was breathless as I collapsed into the seat beside Ajju, my chest heaving from the exertion. But despite being out of breath, I had the biggest smile on my face.

Why wouldn't I? It was my wedding—a day I had been imagining my entire life, and now, it was here.

I'm marrying my prince charming, my babybear, my Ajju.

Everything feels surreal, like a dream coming true right in front of my eyes. I've waited for this day for so long, and now that it's finally here, I'm filled with so much love, happiness, and gratitude.

There's nothing more I could ever ask for than to be standing at the edge of forever with the man I love by my side.

Ajju, seeing my breathless state, smiled and patted my back gently. "Breathe, baby, you did amazing up there."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered something that sent a shiver down my spine "You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now... and do more than just kiss."

I blushed immediately, punching his arm playfully. "AJJU!" I hissed, trying to keep my voice low.

He just giggled, looking far too pleased with himself, before Krish came over and dragged him away for the groom's performance.

As he was pulled to the stage, Baba came and sat beside me, and I noticed Papa standing nearby, looking a little unsure of where to go.

I motioned for him to come over, and he took the seat next to me. I smiled at him. "How did I do, Papa?"

He gave me a thumbs-up and the biggest smile, his eyes twinkling with pride. "You were perfect, Princess. Like Always."

I grinned. "Whose side are you on, Papa?"

"I'm always on your side, Princess," he said, patting my hair affectionately.

Baba, who was sitting on the other side of me, dramatically put his hand to his chest. "Aww, I'm hurt. I'm on Jai's side! Someone has to root for the groom."

Papa chuckled. "Well, Jai's got you, so he'll be fine. But this is my daughter in law. No one tops her."

I laughed, feeling so warm between the two men who had played such huge roles in my life. This little banter between them was the kind of playful love that made this day even more special.

Just then, the music started up again, and I turned my attention back to the stage. There he was—Ajju, standing tall and confident in a simple yet elegant white kurta, looking every bit like the prince I always imagined him to be.

And at that moment, I couldn't take my eyes off him. I forgot everything else—the music, the crowd, even the lights—and just stared at him.

Why is it always the woman who gets praised for beauty? Look at him. My man.

His ocean-blue eyes, so intense they could create volcanic eruptions within me, his smile that lights up my entire world, and his soul—God, his soul—that draws me in with such gravitational force I feel powerless against it.