The Vampire's Revenge

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Maya POV

After I said yes to his proposal, he was so desperate to marry me that he wanted to marry me the next day, but thank God aunt rose made him understand and we are being married to eac after one month. We chose to have both a traditional and a cultural wedding.

First, there was the western cultural wedding, where I walked down the aisle with my mother. I donned a crimson taira and a white veil with a white gown. They were also both dressed in a white knee-length gown.

Amber and her mother entered via the open door. They were both overjoyed for me.

Mom hugged me and said, "You look so wonderful."

"Yes, but you should hurry up since Zack couldn't wait much longer," Amber mocked, her elbow pressed into my arm. Amber, who was my bridesmaid, held my veil as I walked out of the room, as did my other friends. Mom and I proceeded down the aisle holding each other's hands, my heart beating faster with each step, and I stood in front of Zack. In a red and white tuxedo outfit, he looked ravishingly attractive.

"You may kiss the bride," the priest said, and Zach swiftly pulled the veil from my face, his lips brushing across mine. We kissed each other after that. We changed after an hour and went to the wedding hall, where we were getting married according to Indian tradition. I wore a light pink lehanga with a peach blouse, and Zack wore a peach sherwani for the first time; it was his first time in Indian attire, but it fit him perfectly. He has always been handsome, but today he looks like a heart throb. Everyone was dressed in Indian garb, so I felt like I was in India. It is because of the kindness of the Zack family that each culture was respected.

A Marwari wedding is grand, bright, opulent, and gorgeous in every sense of the word. Rajasthan is well-known for its vibrant culture and traditions. As a result, it's only logical that their weddings are a showcase of those characteristics. Pre-wedding, wedding, and post-wedding customs are all highly intriguing and exciting during typical Marwari weddings. A Roka ceremony, which takes place a few months before the wedding date, is followed by Raatri Jaga & Mudda Tikka, Pithhi Dastoor, and Telbaan, to mention a few Marwari wedding rites.

These seven marriage vows are essentially seven marital commitments that are said to serve as an anchor to keep the couple together through both good and bad times. In the absence of these vows and commitments that every couple makes to one another in lieu of their marriage, any Hindu marriage will be left desolate!

Out of the seven marital vows, the first is a supplication to the Lord for provision and nourishment.

The second marriage promise is for strength in good times and bad, in illness and health.

The hindu bride and groom's third marriage vow is for prosperity.

The fourth vow is for families; to be there for them in good times and bad.

Progeny is the subject of the fifth vow.

In illness and in health, the sixth pledge is for health.

Love and friendship are the subjects of the seventh vow.

Zack used vermilion and mangalsutra after the seven wedding vows. Our wedding ceremony was successfully conducted. Each visitor comes to us to express their gratitude and receive blessings.

Aunt Rose said, "I am pleased that you have finally settled down and found the perfect mate for yourself." Zack greeted me with a smile and replied, "Thanks to you, I got her," he pecked my head, and we cut the wedding cake. After that, everyone danced with their respective partner. Zack led me to the dance floor and signalled the musician to change the song from Hollywood to Indian Bollywood. The song that was played was one of my favourites. However, Zack began to dance on it. I was able to control my laughter and cried along with it. I was overcome with joy by my family's laughter as he looked hilariously comical with his actions. That bliss came from the love of my life. Everyone on the floor swung their waists and danced. Zack blindfolded me after the party was ended in order to surprise me. I pleaded with him several times to open the floor, and he did it within an hour. I opened my private plane by rubbing my eyes with the rays of light. "Where are we going?" I inquired. "We're heading to Bali for our honeymoon," he said, grinning and picking up in bride-like fashion.

I gave a bashful smile and buried my face in the plams. I moaned in his arms as he took me to the bed, nibbling my ears and whispering, "love you Mrs. Reynold."

"I'd love to make love to you on the plane, but we don't want the passengers to hear your groans," he smirked.

I shoved him aside and threw the pillow in his face, saying, "I don't love you, Mr. Reynold." "Just wait my love," he huskily muttered as he chuckled and clasped me in his arm.