Standing by the window, all dressed in bridal attire, Jiya smiled widely remembering how Nia had welcomed her warmly and grandly. She was happy seeing everything getting back to normal. But she was still tensed for her brother who was acting stubborn. She sighed, and turned her head towards her mehendi, shrugging away the thought of her brother.
She traced his letter 'I' over the mehendi pattern and smiled. She couldn't believe now she is his and only his. She is now Jiya Ivan Malhotra. She heard the door click and she knew he was there but she didn't dare to turn back.
Ivan slowly snaked his hands around her exposed waist and back hugged her. Moving her hair to one side, he buried his head in the crook of her neck, planting soft gentle kisses on her neck while she closed her eyes, leani
