Veer pov:
What the actual hell is wrong with this stupid traffic that too is fixed on the day of my engagement urghh. Wait. What. Am I sounding too desperate to marry her? hugh. As if she's the love of my life? As if I'll cherish her through the good days and tend to her in days that are bad? Do i have to do that? Can I do that? Can I...love her
My deep thoughts were shattered by the sharp and unforgiving sound of the horns.
Bhaiya ap chalein inko rehne dein time waste ho raha hai. chalan ke paise mere pas pocket change ki trah pare hain. I told the driver.
I checked the ring box in my hand and the gem was a perfect color of her eyes. oh how I noticed it each time she rose her eyes to look at me. That perfect dark brown that glows like honey and oh my she is a sight to behold. A sight I could never get tired of.
Sir venue aagya ap k 6 challan kate hain unke paise ap bhar dena aur mujhe bhi paise dein late ho raha hu mai
Ji bhaiya ye apke paise ab ma chalta hu.
With a grumpy and annoyed expression i stomped to the main hall where my gaze landed on her.
Her eyes in were just like the diamond I got in her ring. Honey-brown and that infectiously gorgeous i looked at myself in that baby pink kurta and angel dropped from heaven in front of me in a very soft pink fairytale gown. I think I'm done living . My breathing rate dropped. My heart stopped. I felt like time itself wanted me to look at her, to... love her.
Listen veer you have to stop staring people are watching. i told myself but all i could think about was how will i be able to leave her after six months if she looks like this
I looked at myself once more and I realized that I SHOULD KISS THE GROUND SHE WALKS ON