Chapter 83 Forever Yours
The room is wrapped in silence, only the soft glow of candles flickering against the walls and the fragrance of flowers lingering sweetly in the air. On the bed, red rose petals are scattered everywhere, as though the stars themselves have come down to decorate the night.
I curl up on the bed, knees drawn close to my chest, my lashes lowered, my heart beating so loudly that I can almost hear it echo inside my ears.
And then I hear footsteps approaching slowly. Samar enters the room. He pauses for a moment, gently closing the door behind him, his eyes locking onto me. There is a strange glimmer in his gaze, a feeling that words could never capture. Then, step by step, he moves closer and sits at the edge of the bed.
My breath catches in my throat, my lips trembling on their own. Samar leans forward and carefully lifts my veil. For a moment, even he seems to forget to breathe, right before him sits his bride, the most beautiful sight of his life.
I feel the weight of his gaze on me. My thick lashes, lowered eyes, and soft makeup that only heightens my glow make me feel ethereal, almost unreal. His voice is hushed, a whisper that pierces straight into my heart: "Beautiful..."
I lower my eyes further, lashes fluttering shut. Samar smiles faintly, and with tenderness murmurs, "Sweetheart, you look so very pretty."
I listen silently, my cheeks flushing crimson, my heart racing with restless beats. Deep inside, I know tonight, no matter how much I try to resist or stop him, Samar won’t hold back.
Gently, he cups my face in his hands and draws me into his arms. He hugs me tightly, as though saying without words, “Now you’re mine, and forever you’ll remain mine.”
He places a soft kiss on my forehead, then on my cheek, and then on the curve of my delicate neck. I shiver to the core, a small gasp escaping my lips.
And then, without wasting another moment, Samar claims my lips. I freeze in shock, my body stiffening as though the world has stilled. His kiss is filled with passion, so consuming that it leaves me breathless, my heart fluttering wildly.
After a long moment, he finally lets me go but not entirely. He keeps me close, his lips trailing desperately across my shoulder and skin, showering me with endless kisses, as though he wants to mark every inch of me as his own.
My breathing grows heavier, chest rising and falling rapidly, my heartbeat faster than ever.
He leans in and places soft, reverent kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, and finally my trembling lips. My heartbeat quickens with every touch, my lips quivering helplessly under his. It feels as if he’s lost in me, unable to pull himself away even for a moment.
His passion deepens, and with trembling hands, he loosens the delicate strings of my blouse. The fabric slips away lightly, and I lower my gaze in overwhelming shyness. Everything is new to me, my body and soul trembling with an innocence that only heightens his yearning.
My breath grows uneven, and a soft sound escapes my lips, a sound that makes him pause for a heartbeat. Almost in a whisper, I ask with fear in my voice, “Will it hurt…?”
Samar cups my face gently, his eyes filled with tenderness as he whispers, "Not much… I’ll do everything I can so you don’t feel pain."
His voice carries so much love that my eyes well with unshed tears. I shake my head softly, signaling that I do not want him to step away. That single gesture is enough, he smiles faintly and draws me deeper into his embrace.
He trails kisses across my neck, my chest, his lips moving with feverish devotion, while my body shivers under his touch. From my lips come soft sighs and gasps, the sound of surrender mingling with the rhythm of our hearts.
Slowly, he immerses himself completely in me, and I, losing my sense of self, give in to him fully. In that moment, there is no shyness, no hesitation, only our love, binding us closer than ever before.
I close my eyes, feeling every emotion pouring from him, while he seals every part of me with his love. This night is not just about passion, it is the night that binds us together forever. It isn’t just a marriage anymore; it is the union of two souls, two hearts becoming one.
Riya and Karan are curled up under a warm blanket on the bed. Her face is peaceful, as if all the fatigue of the world has vanished with the gentle smile on her lips. In the quiet moments of the night, there is only the feeling of being together, and the entire room is filled with a cozy warmth and calm.
Karan opens his eyes and looks at Riya's innocent face. Her sleep has been disturbed, yet his heart feels restless in a strange way. A faint smile plays on his lips, but his eyes hold deep thought.
Riya stirs slightly, opens her eyes, and asks in surprise, "What happened? Why aren't you sleeping?"
Karan looks at her, his eyes carrying a hint of tension and hidden worry, and says, "Nothing… I just can't sleep."
Riya tilts her eyes shyly, her smile soft, and asks in a loving tone, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? And why so serious?"
Karan looks at Riya's innocent face, as if every glance touches the depths of his heart. In a soft, deep voice, he says, "I don't know… I feel something strange in my heart. It feels like you might drift away from me."
Riya gently runs her hand through his hair. Her eyes shine with such tenderness that Karan’s heart throbs uncontrollably. In a loving voice, she says, “Nothing like that will happen… and it never will. Now we both belong to each other… so why would we ever be apart?”
TO BE COUNTINUE....!!!