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Hira's pov

It was the day of our reception, and I was in our room, seated in front of the mirror while the makeup artist worked on me for what felt like hours. My patience was wearing thin. I picked up my phone again and dialed Sahil's number for the tenth time. This man had been missing since the evening, and we had to leave for the venue in an hour.

After a few rings, he finally answered.

"Yes, sweetheart?" he replied calmly, as if he had no care in the world.

"Sweetheart?? Kaha ho tum? We have to leave for the venue in one hour, Sahil!" I burst out, unable to hide my frustration.

"Relax, meri jaan, I'll be there in some time," he said, his tone still unbothered.

"Paanch minute! Agar paanch minute mein tum ghar nahi pahunche, toh tumhaari ye jaan tumhaari jaan le legi. Samjhe?" I warned, ending the call before he could respond.

I took a deep breath, looking at myself in the mirror. My outfit was a muted shade of silver-grey-a floor-length lehenga with an A-line silhouette and a front-open jacket style. It had an elegant, regal flow to it. My hair was styled neatly in a bun, adorned with delicate accessories. I admired my reflection, silently hoping Sahil would arrive soon, when the door finally cracked open, and he stepped in.

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Sahil's pov

The moment I stepped into the room, my feet froze. My heartbeat skipped as I took in the sight of her. She looked breathtaking, like an angel, my angel. The muted silver-grey lehenga only enhanced her beauty, and for a moment, I was at a loss for words. My chain of thoughts broke when her voice pulled me back to reality.

"Go get ready," she said firmly, her tone laced with irritation.

I smiled and began walking toward her, but she stopped me with a gentle push.

"I said, go get ready," she repeated, her eyes narrowing. She looked annoyed but adorably so. I chuckled softly and nodded, heading toward the closet to get changed.

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After a while, I emerged wearing a three-piece black suit. She was standing by the bed, her back facing me. I quietly moved closer, wrapping my arms around her from behind and resting my chin on her shoulder.

"Hey, sweetheart," I murmured.

She tried to wiggle out of my hold, but I tightened my grip and gently turned her to face me. Her hands came up to rest on my chest, stopping me in my tracks.

"Kya hai?" she mumbled, her tone still slightly irritated.

"Kya?" I asked playfully, leaning in closer.

"Kyu aaye ho? Jaona, jahe the," she murmured again, lightly pushing me.

"Kisi ne kaha tha ki jaan le lengi, isliye aana pada," I teased, smirking.

Her eyes widened in annoyance, but I could see a smile threatening to break through. I chuckled, wrapping my arms firmly around her waist and pulling her closer.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, jaan," I said sincerely before placing a quick peck on her lips.

Her eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushed a deep red, and despite her efforts, she couldn't hide her smile.