Chapter 12
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Chapter 12
ABHAY’S POV:
It was decided that the wedding would be a small one and the reception would be a grand function. Decisions were made and we went out to dinner.
Myra looked absolutely ethereal in her dress. She was seated in front of me, with her eyes downcast and her face gloomy. I thought her happiness didn’t matter to me, but I was wrong. It did matter to me, more than I wanted it to.
We had our dinner and left, with Myra still sad.
MYRA’S POV:
Bhai and Abhay came and told us that the wedding would take place in a week. I didn’t say anything, because I knew it wouldn’t matter. We had dinner and left. I decided to get some sleep.
Now, only a day was left for my wedding and I was missing Dad a lot. I didn’t who to blame. My fate? My brother? Or Abhay? Before I knew it, tears were streaming out of my eyes and down my face.
ABHAY’S POV:
It was a day left before our wedding. Evening came around, and I decided to go to Arjun and Alia’s place. I greeted everyone and went to Myra’s room. I saw her standing near her window and when she turned, I saw her face wet with tears. I wiped her tears and hugged her to my chest. She wasn’t even pushing me away, which surprised me.
“What happened, baby?” I looked down at her.
She stared up at me. “What happened? You happened. Why are you doing this to me? To satisfy your ego or to fulfill your lust?” She spoke, hitting my chest. Not that it hurt.
I hugged her and rubbed her back in soothing motions. She relaxed and I spoke. “For neither reasons. Just to let you know that you are mine and will always be mine.” I kissed her temple and left.
Driving home, my mind swam with thoughts of my feelings for her. It was high time I sorted out my feelings for her. I knew that lust wasn’t only what I felt for her. And it would never be. I thought I was marrying her to satisfy my ego and take my revenge on her. But seeing her tears made me realize that I couldn’t ever hurt her. The sight of her tears broke my heart. I couldn’t see my love crying.
Wait… Love? Yes, love. It was the truth. My love for her could never be the fairytale kind, but I knew I could at least keep her happy.
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It was the wedding day. I got dressed in my white sherwani and left quickly to get my love, my beauty and wife.
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