𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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After a month, on a bright and sunny day in Italy, my family finally gave their blessing for our wedding—one that's happening very soon.

AAAAHHHHH!

I'M GOING TO MARRY MY SHIV!

I still can't wrap my head around the fact that we've come this far. There was a time when we would pray just to meet each other in person, and now... we're about to be husband and wife.

Right now, we're on our private plane, heading to India for the wedding. Our wedding. And the best part? Everyone is here. My grandparents, my uncle and aunts, my papa, my brothers and their wives, and of course, my little devils.

Even Leone and Uncle Ciao decided to join us.

We've planned the ceremony to honor both traditions—Indian and Western—just like Papa and Mumma did. Though, I only found that out recently...

Flashback

"Alright, now for the most important question," I announced seriously, making everyone turn to me with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Why so serious?" I asked, noticing their unreadable expressions.

"You just said 'most important,' principessa," Papa replied softly.

"Oh... right. Well, here's the thing," I started, only to catch Shiv watching me intently.

This man!

"What is it, Bambina?" my big brother asked, pulling me back to the moment.

"Shiv and I were wondering... in which tradition should the wedding take place? Indian or Western?"

The room fell silent as everyone seemed to ponder over it.

"What do you think, Ashvik?" Nonna finally asked.

Ashvik barely took a second before replying with a soft smile, pressing a kiss to my palm. "I don't care how it happens, as long as I get to marry my baby."

I giggled, catching the sulking expressions on my brothers' faces.

"Then let's do it in our style—Western," Uncle Leo suggested.

Uncle Alfo, Nonno, my aunts, and even my sisters-in-law nodded in agreement, their smiles bright with excitement.

But I didn't nod. I was waiting... for him.

Papa.

And when he finally spoke, his words carried a weight I wasn't expecting. His smile was there, but it didn't reach his eyes. It was... different. Softer. Nostalgic.

"You know, bambina, it was your mother's dream to see at least one of our children get married in Indian traditions, just like our wedding," he admitted. "Your brothers' weddings weren't held in India, but she had always dreamed of yours being a mix of both traditions. Your mum and I married each other in both—Indian and Western."

Something stirred deep inside me at his words. Mumma had a dream for my wedding.

My heart clenched, and my eyes stung, but I swallowed the emotions back, feeling Ashvik gently squeeze my hand. When I looked at him, he was already smiling at me.

I smiled back before turning to Papa. "I never knew you and Mumma got married in both traditions, Papa." I teased, arching a playful brow.

Papa chuckled, shaking his head.