He pecked my forehead and attached our forehead we were breathing heavily due to the ferocious kiss we have shared and damn god he is good, na! na! -fantastic kisser.
"How many times have you kissed before?"
"Never. Ahana never you are my first and...
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Age-21
Being the brother of the bride is a task in itself. From arranging endless events to ensuring everything goes smoothly, there’s so much to handle. But I’m not complaining—far from it. Amidst the chaos and joy, my heart carries a bittersweet truth: my sister, the one who raised me like a mother when our own was enduring her darkest days, will soon leave this place.
It’s an ambiguous feeling. On one hand, I’m relieved she’ll finally escape this abusive hell we call home. On the other hand, the thought of her absence makes my chest tighten. She’s been my anchor, my guide, and my shield. Who will I turn to when she’s gone? But then I think about Rishabh Jiju, the man she’s marrying—a gentleman in every sense. I trust him. He’s going to treat her like the queen she’s always deserved to be, a stark contrast to the neglect and pain she’s endured within these walls.
I’ve seen the way her face lights up when she’s with him, how her once weary eyes now hold a sparkle. She’s been through so much—from the scars inflicted by that monster to the battles she fought within herself. Yet, with him, she seems whole. The way Rishabh looks at her, like she’s the center of his universe, fills me with a peace I can’t put into words.
Even though it’s an arranged marriage, it doesn’t feel like one. They’re so in love, so naturally intertwined, it’s as if fate herself brought them together. Watching them, I can only pray that no evil eye ever touches their happiness.
She deserves this love, this joy, this freedom. And while I’ll miss her terribly, I know she’s stepping into a life filled with the warmth and care she’s always given me.
Right now, it feels like someone’s evil eye has fallen on my baby. Just three hours ago, she was burning with a fever of 102°F. I was frantic, but I used my mom’s old trick to ward off the evil eye—and well, the fever subsided. Mom’s magic, you know. Though the fever is gone, Ahana is still a little weak. I’ve asked her to rest and attend the functions starting tomorrow, but knowing my stubborn baby, she’s set on attending the Puja and Jagrata happening this evening.
She did promise me, though, that if she feels uneasy, she’ll come to me first. I’ll make sure she eats properly and takes her medicines. If needed, I’ll feed her myself. That’s the least I can do for her.
