Page 209 of One Hellish Wedlock
His words wrapped around her heart like silk. She quickly typed back a reply.
Husband,
I vow the same.
P.S. I wouldn’t mind if you snuck into my room for a minute…
Wife.
The reply came almost instantly.
Wife,
The sneaking offer is quite tempting.
But it’s inauspicious for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding. We’ve come too far and I don’t want anything to go wrong.
Husband.
Aanya sighed, disappointment tinging her mood. She turned back to the mirror for any last touch-ups and that’s when she saw him. He was standing at the door, leaning casually against the doorframe, eyes dark and locked on her.
Was he really here?
Reyansh didn’t say a word. He simply stood there, taking her in. She looked ethereal…like an angel wrapped in maroon and diamonds. And God help him, he had never wanted anything more in his life.
Desire coiled in his gut, hot and urgent. His restraint trembled under the weight of his need for her. Tonight, he wasn’t going to wait for permission from tradition or luck.
She was his.
And he was hers.
No more contracts. No more distance. No more pretending.
Just the two of them. Finally together.
Forever.
He hadn’t blinked, hadn’t looked away for even a second as he finally strode towards her.
“What happened to your orthodox views?” she managed to ask, despite her thoughts had scattered seeing him in the room.
“Forget them,” Reyansh muttered, scooping her effortlessly into his arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Aanya groaned inwardly.Her forehead?Was hetestingher patience? It felt criminally rude at this point. His lips lingered there a moment too long, igniting a slow-burning ache thatpulsed deep within her. Then, with a deliberate grip, he tilted her chin, making her look into his eyes.
“What are you doing to me, Aanya?” he asked, looking deeply into her eyes. “Even a single minute apart and I cannot keep my heart still. I crave you with every breath, and when I’m finally near you… all my energy goes into accepting that you’rereal—that we are together now. What’s happening to me?”
She had no answer.
Because she was drowning in the same storm.
He leaned and kissed the tip of her nose, their lips barely an inch apart from each other.
“I love you, wife,” he confessed.
Aanya froze. She was exceptionally happy that he had finally said those three magical words to her…on their wedding and that too in the sweetest way possible.
“I love you too, Husband,” she murmured, eyes shining.
