𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 'Professor Student Romance' (BOOK 1)

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BONDITA

My heart is racing so fast, I can practically feel it in my throat. It’s pounding so wildly, as if it might leap out of my chest any moment. I can’t explain why I’m so nervous, but I am. And how could I not be? It’s my wedding day—the day I’ll become Mrs. Bondita Anirudh Roy Choudhury. I’m getting married to the love of my life, the man who’s been my everything, my first and only love. Today, I’ll become his forever.

I take a shaky breath, lifting my veil ever so slightly to get a good look at myself in the mirror. The sight that meets me is… enchanting, almost unreal. My makeup is nothing short of a masterpiece. The artist created a look that feels both timeless and exquisitely royal, something that seems almost too beautiful for real life.

My eyes are the first thing I notice, framed with dark, smokey kohl that makes them look even bigger, deeper. There’s a hint of gold shimmer on my eyelids that catches the light, creating a soft glow every time I blink, making me feel like I’m carrying a bit of stardust. My eyelashes are long and curled, adding a touch of drama that draws attention to my gaze. Beneath that, a soft dusting of blush adds warmth to my cheeks, giving me a hint of color, like I’m glowing from within. My lips are painted a deep, luxurious shade of red—rich and velvety, almost like crushed rose petals. The color makes me feel powerful and yet incredibly feminine.

As I stare at my reflection, I can’t believe it took nearly four hours to achieve this look, but every minute was worth it. Every brushstroke, every delicate detail was added with such care. It’s a look that feels regal, like something out of an era long gone, yet also bold and fresh.

And then, I finally take in the full sight of my lehenga. My heart skips a beat as I trace the intricate patterns, amazed at the detail woven into every inch. It’s a rich, deep shade of red—vibrant but elegant, with a richness that makes me feel like royalty. The fabric is heavy, luxurious, and draped with such precision that it feels like a part of me. Intricate golden embroidery winds its way over the lehenga, creating delicate, intricate patterns that remind me of vines and blooming flowers. Real gold thread has been used, woven into the cloth so precisely that it almost seems to glow under the light. And within the embroidery, tiny diamonds have been placed, each stone shimmering like a star whenever I move.

The blouse is a beautiful blend of tradition and modern style. It has a sweetheart neckline that sits perfectly on my collarbones, drawing attention to the delicate jewelry that adorns my neck. It’s fitted, hugging my curves in a way that’s subtle yet incredibly flattering, and the sleeves stop just above my elbows, lined with small, intricate gold details. My waist is slightly exposed, framed by the blouse and the drape of the dupatta. It feels a little daring but so beautiful, adding a modern touch to the traditional look.

The dupatta rests on my shoulder, draping down gracefully over one side. It’s equally intricate, with delicate gold and diamond details matching the lehenga, and its weight feels like a constant reminder of the day’s importance. Every time I move, it sways gently, like it’s part of a grand performance.

As I stand there, looking at myself, I can feel the weight of the entire outfit—it’s heavy, a bit overwhelming. I’m not used to wearing something like this, something that makes me feel so grand. I’m not used to the heaviness pressing against my shoulders, my waist, or the way it tugs just slightly with every step I take. But today, it doesn’t matter. It’s my wedding day, and I’ll wear it proudly, because today I am his, in every way.

I stare at my reflection, taking in the sight of a bride, and slowly, a nervous but genuine smile spreads across my face. I’m moments away from becoming Anirudh’s forever, his wife, his partner, the person he’s chosen to share his life with.