....˖☆𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 + 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞☆˖....
"You can't marry him Vaani" I said staring deep in her eyes gritting my teeth my chest tighten with unfamiliar and unbearable pain , just the thought of her being with someone else kills...
Iss qadar tu mujhe pyaar kar Jisey kabhi na main sakoon Phir bhula…
Zindagi laayi humein yahaan Koi iraada toh raha hoga bhala
Ki darkhast hai yeh Jo aayi raat hai yeh Tu meri baahon mein duniya bhula de Jo ab lamhaat hai yeh Bade hi khaas hai yeh Tu meri baahon mein duniya bhula de ✨
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Reeyansh stepped inside their room and quietly closed the door behind him. The chamber looked like something lifted straight from a dream. Soft candlelight trembled against the stone walls of the castle, and delicate strands of roses hung from the canopy of the bed like crimson prayers suspended in air.
Outside, faintly, the rhythm of distant waves touched the shore. Inside...there was only silence. Only them.
Anya sat on the bed beneath her bridal veil, her toes curling nervously against the soft mattress. She watched him from beneath the red veil, cheeks burning, lips pressed into a shy pout.
Reeyansh cleared his throat softly and walked toward her.
His heart was beating so loudly he was certain she could hear it. He sat on the bed in front of her. For a second neither spoke. Then...
"Muh dikhayi ka gift laaye ho na… warna wedding night boxing night bana dungi." she muttered. (You did bring a gift for the veil ceremony… otherwise I’ll turn the wedding night into a boxing night.)
Reeyansh chuckled, shaking his head. Slowly, carefully, he lifted her veil.
The moment the fabric moved aside, her face appeared in the candlelight.
His breath caught.
Her smile was bright, eyes sparkling like someone who had stolen the moon and hidden it in her lashes. His heart pounded even faster.
He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"My beautiful wife," he whispered, almost to himself.
"Chalo gift." She immediately stretched her hand forward. (Come on, the gift.)
He smiled. Then leaned toward the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a folded document.
She frowned.
"Hmm," he hummed, placing it in her hand.
"Yeh kya hai… hey prabhu! Wedding night pe divorce de rahe kya movies ki tarah?" (What is this… oh God! Are you giving divorce papers on the wedding night like in movies?)
"Meri dramatic Anya… kholo toh sahi," Reeyansh laughed. (My dramatic Anya… at least open it first.)
She pouted and unfolded the paper. The moment her eyes read the document... her smile slowly faded. Emotion rushed through her chest.
