Wedding Arc 9 (Pt-1)

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AHHHHHH—250K+ reads??? WHAT??? I am screaming, crying, throwing confetti!! Thank you, thank you, thank YOU to every single one of you who's read, voted, commented, or even just silently fangirled (or boy'd)—I see you and I love you

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AHHHHHH—250K+ reads??? WHAT??? I am screaming, crying, throwing confetti!!
Thank you, thank you, thank YOU to every single one of you who's read, voted, commented, or even just silently fangirled (or boy'd)—I see you and I love you.

This little chaotic brainchild of mine would be absolutely nothing without your support. Y'all fuel my delusions and my plot twists, and for that, I am eternally grateful. 🫶

Special shoutout to my ride-or-die, Inaaya—the literal hype queen. Thank you for always screaming in my DMs, sending unhinged voice notes, and emotionally sponsoring this story. Also for making me believe in my own drama. You are Aarna coded and you know it.

Speaking of Aarna—yes, this chapter has her POV, and thank you so much for writing her babe ( authorinaayaa ). Love you so much.

This a dual pov chap. So, Guess the other character too-

Originally, I was going to add Athir's POV too, but this chapter is already 13k words (pls send help), so I'm splitting it. Stay tuned for his POV next, because it's gonna be funny—in the best way. 😌

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Let me know what made you scream 💖

With love and chaos,
Lily and Inaaya.

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If playlists could win wars, mine would end dynasties and leave scorched earth behind

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If playlists could win wars, mine would end dynasties and leave scorched earth behind.

I scrolled through it now with the kind of militant precision reserved for generals plotting invasions, legs elegantly folded on the couch like I was born to command kingdoms from tufted velvet. My hair—thrown into a messy bun with exactly zero effort—looked like I was either planning a rooftop party or the downfall of an empire. There was no in-between.

My phone dangled precariously from my fingers, dangerously close to flinging itself across the room every time I waved it around with unnecessary but entirely intentional flair.

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