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Wedding Arc 9 (pt-2) M

300K READS?! ✨

I don't know what I did to deserve readers like you, THANK YOU ALL 😭🎀.

Now... about the vote target. 👀
Yes, technically we didn't hit it yet. HOWEVER. Some of you did vote, and your comments? Your DMs? Your gentle "ma'am where's the next chapter" threats? They've made me feel so loved (and mildly terrified, in the best way).

So here's the deal: I feel too guilty leaving those of you who have been rooting for this wedding arc hanging. I promise I haven't abandoned you. Life's been chaotic, but this story and you guys? You're constantly on my mind.

Here's to more chapters, more chaos, and hopefully... more votes 😌✨

Love Lily 💓

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I am not Punjabi and if I have misrepresented what happens at the Gurudwara. PLEASE CORRECT ME 😭🙏🏼
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Please try to complete the targets.
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The world outside was still. I could tell by how quiet everything was— no hustle of the wedding preparation, not even the birds had started chirping properly yet. The soft fan above me stirred the air in lazy, rhythmic turns apart from the central AC in the room. I buried my face deeper into the pillow, the silk cover cool against my cheek.

When I felt—fingers brushing against the strands of my hair, pushing them gently behind my ear.

A heartbeat later, the mattress dipped beside me.

And the unmistakable scent of Reyansh hit me—smoke, musk and now due to the body oils that we have been using in Udaipur for our wedding rituals, sandalwood, and something entirely him.

I groaned, eyes still closed.

"You're not supposed to see your bride before the wedding, Pandit ji already said that." I mumbled, my voice husky and coated in sleep. "Tradition, remember?"

He chuckled, low and rough, right next to my ear. "You're already my wife, Athira."

His thumb traced the curve of my cheek.