#1 of the love series. He rose slowly, still holding her hands. She stepped closer. Closer. So close that the boat rocked faintly beneath them. Then, standing on her toes slightly, she reached up and held his shoulders to steady herself. He instinctively moved his hands to her waist so she wouldn't lose balance. The anklets chimed softly and then.. she bent her head forward.. slowly. Her forehead touched his. The red kumkum on her forehead brushed against his skin, leaving a faint, sacred mark just above his brows. He froze. Neither of them moved. Her eyes were closed and his breath stopped.. the contact was simple. Sacred. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but steady. "If you are my light," she murmured, her forehead still resting against his, "then let me mark you as mine before the world does." She lowered herself slowly, but didn't move away. Her eyes searched his. "You don't need a ring to bind me," she said softly. "And I don't need a ceremony to know what you mean to me." Her fingers brushed the red mark she had left on him. "This," she smiled faintly, "is my answer. My acceptance." His fingers tightened unconsciously around her waist. "I am yours," she whispered. "And you are mine. Not for a moment. But for every day that comes after." And she slowly moved into his embrace and hugged him, holding him a little tighter than usual, like she never wanted to let go. They stayed there for a while longer, not speaking. Everything you're about to read is true... but I've never confessed to him in real life. The story ends with a plot twist my real life hasn't caught up to yet. This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- Happy reading 🩷

𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 / 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 × 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒚 × 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇: 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑫𝑰𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼??? 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝒀 𝑾𝑰𝑭𝑬???? I knew I was being cruel. But seeing her in that saree, so close , wrecked my control. Fear made me vicious. My eyes travelled over her body. "You are trying to seduce me in a saree!" She was fuming. I'd gone too far, but instead of apologising, I polished my ego. Then her foot slipped. Instinctively, I grabbed her waist, pulling her closer. My fingers pressed into her bare skin as I held her over the pool. She felt warm. Smelled...like mine. Too fucking close. Her breath hitched. So did mine. "So your hand on my bare waist isn't seduction?" she taunted . My jaw clenched. She was right.I hated her sharp mouth. So I smirked and removed my hand. She screamed and fell into the pool. I almost laughed. Then I noticed the silence. No splash, she was struggling to stay afloat before the water swallowed her. She couldn't swim. My blood ran cold. "Shit!" I jumped in without thinking. She thrashed blindly until I pulled her up. The moment she raised above water, she gasped wrapping her arms around my neck in panic. I looked down at MY WIFE, trembling in my arms. And suddenly, every logical thought seemed ridiculous. I loved MY HURRICANE ON HEELS(her nickname) too much that I would burn the world for her.