In My Heart

Sitting in the altar waiting for her to walk down the stairs to me I can't help but ponder if all this is really happening. This is the day, this is the moment I have been waiting for since I first saw her, since she first swept me off my feet and had my dead heart beat. The sensations in the my heart, the chills running down my body, the euphoria around me right now is all unexplainable. I was once a man who said that marriage is a sham and there's no such emotion as love, it's all a facade and here I am unable to contain my joy about my wedding, about being her husband. "The Bride's here" my brother Imtiaz announced happily, breaking me off my reverie. I looked up at her walking down the stairs, taking each step slowly so as to not fall because of her heavy lehenga. The red lehenga, jewellery was all adding to her beauty or perhaps she was adding to their beauty. Her face was covered in a long veil but I could still see through it, she looked ethereal. I couldn't help but inhale deeply to stop my racing heart. With each step she took towards me I could feel my heart thumb harder against my chest. She would be the death of me someday and I am so glad about it. As she sat opposite me, a thin curtain separating us, I was starting to believe; it was finally happening. I have dreamed about this moment for months now but those dreams don't even come close to the reality I am living now. All those fights, the trouble that I took, the trouble that I caused, all of it seemed worth it at this moment. In few minutes she was officially going to be mine. My wife, the sound of it so soothing. "Let's start" I said. I don't want to waste a second more in making her my wife. The moment I saw her I wanted her. I always believed I was born to be king of Omar but now I know I was born to be her king, I was born for her. Everything about my life, about me is going to be about her and I cannot be anymore thrilled about it. "Brother don't you think you are too desperate to get me a sister in law?" Imtiaz teased me but one glare was enough to shut him up. He would never understand, if it was in my power then I would have turned the time to make her mine sooner. The priest started with the rituals. Throughout the time I had my eyes fixed on her but not for once did she stop looking at her henna filled hands. I couldn't see her eyes and that was making me restless. Those eyes are the reason I fell for her so bad, the fire and innocence in them is what made me so crazy about her. "Do you Prince Sufiyan Shah Ghazi take Ishanvi Mehta daughter of Kapil Mehta as your wife?" the priest asked. "I do" I replied. If only he knew that I would take her as my wife a million times if it was even possible. "Do you Ishanvi Mehta take Prince Sufiyan Shah Ghazi son of King Jalaludin Shah Ghazi as your husband?" the priest then directed the same question to her. But unlike me she didn't reply rather she had her eyes down and sat there like she didn't hear a word. I had unsettling feeling within me. Is she going to back off? She can't, not after coming this far. Her mother who sitting beside her nudged her slightly breaking her off her thoughts. As if on a que the priest asked again, "Do you Ishanvi Mehta take Prince Sufiyan Shah Ghazi son of King Jalaludin Shah Ghazi as your husband?" For the first time since she came she looked up, her eyes boring in mine, "I do" she said, but unlike mine her voice was filled with anger and hate. "You both are now husband and wife" the priest announced. Everyone around started cheering and congratulating but I could not hear anything. My eyes were fixed on her eyes that was now starting to fill with tears. She looked devastated, resentful. There was only hate and disgust for me in those in eyes of hers. That pinched my heart. "You may now see the bride" the priest said bringing a mirror and placing it below and taking off the curtain. I could see her face now in the mirror, clear with nothing hindering my view. She looked at me with pure hate and anger. I knew from the very beginning that she didn't feel the way I feel about her, all this is forced on her and I was one to push her to marry me against her will. I know what I did was not right but I had no choice. I needed her in my life. Since the day I laid my eyes on her I have been insane and her coming into my life is the only way to sanity. "I promise sweetheart I'll not make you regret this. I'll make sure someday with those beautiful eyes of yours you would be looking at me in pure admiration and love. I'll prove myself worthy of you. I promise I'll wipe away all the sorrows from your heart. I know you don't want me, your heart doesn't beat for me like mine beats for you but someday all of this will change. You will want me like I want you, will love me like I love you. It's a promise" I whispered unsure if she even heard but this is more of a promise to me than to her.