[Chapter 8]

Lumira

Ayan's arms slowly come to wrap around my waist as he hugs me back, sighing deeply and inhaling from my neck which makes me close my eyes.

"I'm sorry." I mutter, my lips still touching his neck as I speak.

"I hated seeing you with him." He sneers, his tone so harsh and demanding, it sends a shiver down my spine. "I wanted to punch his face till it bled."

I giggle and pull away enough to look at his face, turning red from anger but he looks like an adorable kitten.

"I didn't know my Ayan could be so violent."

He blushes and ducks his head back in my neck. I laugh heartily, ruffling his hair with pure affection.

"Don't ever get close to anyone else again. I can't bear to see it." He almost growls, the sound directly hitting my lower part and I breathe out a sigh.

"Never. I promise."

"Good." He kisses my neck only one time and pulls away too quickly, leaving me dazed from the feeling still lingering on my skin.

We get back in his car and he drops me off at home the drives away to his.

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Finally the day of our engagement has arrived. We're gonna be fiancés for real now, our relationship would have a name and become official.

I'm so damn excited.

The party is arranged at a huge hall, and it's decorated with flowers, lights, ribbons. All in the shades of purple and white. Our favorite colors.

Though we almost had a fight about how white can't be anyone's favorite color and Ayan argued till I gave up and accepted it.

I am in the green room, dressed in the saree. My make-up artist draped it so nicely and did minimal make-up to match with the glow of the work on this saree. I put on the locket Ayan gave me and matching diamond earrings, with gorgeous silver bangles.

My hair's curled at the bottom and pulled to one side. When I look at myself in the mirror, I feel shy for some reason.

After today, the distant wall between us would crack and we'd get one step closer.

"Now you look perfect." Samantha says while putting a purple color bridal veil on my head, just behind my styled hair.

"So beautiful." She kisses my cheek in endearment.

"Thank you, mom." I smile.

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as Amaya, Amara and my mom take me downstairs at the main hall where the party's taking place.

My legs are literally shaking in anticipation.

They help me up on the stage and before I step on the small stair, Ayan offers me his hand and I take it shyly, getting up and standing in the middle with him.

I finally take a breath and actually look at him. He was already looking at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world, which makes me intake sharply and smile.

He's looking as handsome as ever in a stark white suit and pants, a purple flower sitting on the right side of his chest. Dark hair tousled yet styled in a specific way that has me wanting to run my fingers through them.

He smiles cheekily and the dents on his cheeks make my knees go weak.

"Here." Amara brings in the rings, placed beautifully on a purple pillow.

Ayan takes one and brings my hand up, sliding it onto my ring finger. My heart stutters. This is finally happening.

"Come on, Lu." Mom urges when I pause. I nod and shakily take the other ring, sharing a small glance with Ayan then slide it onto his finger.

Everyone erupts in applauses while our dads hug, throwing congratulations to each other. But our eyes are locked, the background faded away and our hands still clasped together.

"You just took my breath away." He whispers close to me and my face flares up.

"You too." I wink and he grins, squeezing my hand.

I can't keep myself at bay as time passes. Guests come and greet us, talking about random topics or just clicking pictures with us. Ayan gets separated from me for solo photoshoot while the young girls keep taking selfies with me.

My eyes long for my fiancé and my heart longs to be in his arms without any restrictions.

We have waited long enough and I'm not shy to admit that I'm desperate.

"Mom, when will the guests leave? I'm tired." I whisper so only she could hear.

She lightly slaps my arm, "Stop it. It's your engagement day. It won't ever come again so enjoy it." She hisses.

I groan internally and continue to smile for the others. Ayan finally comes back on stage but our relatives are keeping us occupied but we often share glances at each other in longing.

Suddenly an idea forms in my head. It may turn out bad and is a little bold to act out in front of so many people, but I am that desperate to be alone with my would be husband.

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