Page 187 of She will Always be Mine

I still fuck her in every dark corner I could find, while she still loves being defiant until I teach her a lesson.

I live for those moment but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of waking beside her and coming home to her every night. Even when I have to travel, I take her with me because the thought of leaving her alone terrifies me. I love her harder when she happily agrees.

Yesterday was different, though. When I demanded that she stay with me, she fought with me.

Of all things, I didn’t count on stupid traditions being the reason.

Whoever said it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding day was obviously fucking insane. They clearly hit their head somewhere before the ceremony.

Six months ago, I proposed to Nyra on our balcony. She would probably say that I demanded it, but all that matters is that she said yes.

I had purchased the diamond ring the day after we came back from our vacation. I wanted to surprise her with a huge gesture and take her on a beautiful date. But one night, I came home to her standing on the balcony while only wearing my shirt. When she turned to me with a teasing smile and blushing cheeks, I couldn’t wait any longer.

I was so fixated on creating a perfect and special moment that I didn’t see it was right in front of me.

It’s just the two of us together with the stars shining down on us.

Before she could even utter a word, I crossed the tiny distance between us and said, “Marry me.” That one lingering second when she was speechless, made me hold my breath until she whispered, “Yes”.

So yeah, maybe I demanded it. Only later that night when she came to bed, I went down on one knee with the ring in my hand and asked her to marry me again. The stunned look in her eyes lives in my head and heart rent-free.

Afterward, I fucked her all night long while she wore my ring on her finger.

My proposal may have been simple but the wedding is anything but.

We decided to have the ceremony with only our closest family and friends who have accepted us. The day is finally here and I’m eager to make Nyra my wife.

We may be too young to get married but our lives have been building to this moment.

“Damn it!” I curse, staring in the mirror. “Why is it tilted?”

“For fuck’s sake, how many times are you going to fix the turban?” Zain grumbles before smirking. “Please don’t tell me you’re nervous, bro.”

“Who invited you again?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Your fiancée.”

I shouldn’t have been surprised that Nyra chose to forgive Zain because of her big heart. Her determination to mend my relationship with my brother was no match for my stubbornness. She said he’s family and I need to move on. She also may have threatened that she’d spend time with him with or without me. No way was I letting her be alone with another man.

My girl can be sneaky when she wants to be.

“How are you allowed to wear a suit and I’m not?” I bark, annoyed.

Then I remember Nyra wanted a traditional wedding and I would never deny her anything. I’ve lost count of how many times my patience ran thin. She’ll be my wife soon and that’s the only thought that keeps me going.

“And here I thought brides are the dramatic ones,” Zain retorts, scrolling on his phone idly.

“Fuck off.”

He laughs before straightening up from his perch against the wall and smiles. “It’s time. Congratulations, brother. You finally got everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“Yep. I’m riding off into the sunset like you said.” I smirk, remembering his taunt, and his lips flatten but there’s no anger in his eyes.

“Whatever.”

I search desperately for a glimpse of Nyra, despite knowing I won’t see her until she walks out with her father. Our apartment is decorated with flowers, lights, and candles. My friends smile and bump my shoulder as I walk to the shaded balcony where the ceremony will take place. I wish time would move faster because I’ve waited long enough for this day. After today, no one would dare to question our relationship.

I follow the pandit’s voice as he walks me through the rituals I have to perform alone before the bride can come in. At one point, I glare at him so he would do it faster, and he does.

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