The house had finally gone quiet.

Fairy lights still glowed softly in the garden below.

Only family remained.

Kashvi stood alone on the terrace.

The engagement ring caught the moonlight every time she moved her hand.

A small smile appeared on her face.

"You've looked at that ring at least twenty times."

Aditya's voice came from behind.

She turned.

"And you've counted?"

"I've been watching."

Kashvi rolled her eyes.

But her smile only grew.

Aditya walked closer.

Not too close.

Just enough.

For a moment neither spoke.

The comfortable silence between them had returned completely now.

"You look happy."

Kashvi said softly.

"I am."

His answer came without hesitation.

That made her heart warm.

Aditya looked at her hand.

Then gently took it in his.

His thumb brushed over the ring.

"It still feels unreal."

"What does?"

"You."

Kashvi laughed softly.

"I've been here the whole time."

"I know."

He smiled.

"But now you're officially stuck with me."

"That sounds like a threat."

"It is."

Both laughed quietly.

The night breeze moved around them.

Cool and peaceful.

After a moment Kashvi rested her head against his shoulder.

Neither needed grand speeches.

Neither needed promises.

Because somehow they had already chosen each other.

Again and again.

Through every misunderstanding.

Every fear.

Every fight.

Aditya slowly pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Lingering there for a moment.

"Thank you."He whispered.

"For what?"

"For staying."

Kashvi looked up at him.

Her eyes softer than before.

"Always."

He pulled her away from railing,she looked at him but still walked to somewhere in corner of terrace under the moonlight.

"What??" She whispered.

"Shhhh" he put his finger on her lips.

And another hand traced her waist beneath her nightsuit, pulling her more closer.

Their lower bodies touched each other,as she try to get more close,their lower bodies rubbed each other sending a chill through her spine.

"Aeyyyye,if your dad came here..then he will abonden me from son-in-law.

She chuckled.

" He himself used to go secretly to mom's room before marriage "

" Why seperate rooms for us?"

" Keep patience adi...keep patience"..

He looked at her, before barging his lips on her, nibbling it, while her hand kneaded his hairs..

And beneath the stars, with the house full of people who loved them, they stood together quietly, letting the peace of the moment settle around them.

Ch 82- WEDDING BELLS

Three Years Later

The Roy house was unrecognizable.

Flowers covered every corner.

Golden lights shimmered across the walls.

Music echoed from the garden.

Relatives filled the house.

Laughter.

Chaos.

Excitement.

And in the middle of it all...

Aryan Roy was stressed.

Very stressed.

"Aryan, sit down."

Sia sighed.

"I am sitting."

"You've been walking while sitting for the last twenty minutes."

"I have a daughter getting married."

Sia smiled.

"You also married someone's daughter once."

"That was different."

Sia laughed.

"It wasn't."

Upstairs...

Kashvi sat in front of the mirror.

Surrounded by cousins.

Friends.

Makeup artists.

Jewelry boxes.

Flowers.

Yet somehow she heard nothing.

Because reality had finally arrived.

Today was her wedding day.

A small smile appeared on her face.

Then immediately disappeared when tears threatened to appear.

"Don't cry."

One cousin warned.

"I am not."

"You are."

"I am not."

"You literally are."

Everyone laughed.

Meanwhile...

At the wedding venue...

Aditya looked equally nervous.

His grandmother sat beside him proudly.

Watching him adjust his sherwani for the hundredth time.

"Stop."

"Dadi..."

"You're making me nervous now."

Aditya laughed.

Then his grandmother held his hand.

For a moment neither spoke.

Three years.

Three years of studies.

Jobs.

Growth.

Dreams.

Struggles.

Three years of building a future together.

And now...

This day had finally arrived.

His grandmother's eyes filled slightly.

"Your grandfather would've been proud."

Aditya swallowed.

His eyes became emotional too.

"Dadi..."

She smiled."Now go bring your bride home."

A few hours later...

The wedding ceremony began.

The venue glowed beneath thousands of lights.

Aditya stood beneath the mandap.

Trying very hard to appear calm.

Failing completely.

Then the music changed.

Everyone turned.

And Kashvi appeared.

Time stopped. At least for him.

The crowd disappeared.

The noise disappeared.

Everything disappeared.

Only she remained.

Walking toward him.A smile slowly appeared on Aditya's face.

The kind that reached his eyes.

His heart.

His soul.

Kashvi looked at him.

And suddenly all her nervousness vanished too.

Because after all these years...

He still looked at her exactly the same way.

Like she was his favorite thing in the world.

The ceremony continued.

Blessings.

Rituals.

Prayers.

Family.

Love.

And finally...

The moment arrived.

The sacred vows.

Seven promises.

Seven steps.

One lifetime.

Aditya's fingers tightened around hers slightly.

Kashvi looked up.

He smiled softly.

The same smile that had comforted her through every difficult moment.

And she smiled back.

The final ritual ended.

Applause erupted around them.

Cheers.

Laughter.

Happy tears.

His grandmother cried openly now.

Sia too.

Even Aryan's eyes looked suspiciously red.

"Papa."

Kashvi whispered.

Aryan immediately cleared his throat.

"Dust."

"There is no dust."

"Very dusty wedding."

Kashvi laughed through tears.

Then hugged him tightly.

For a moment Aryan held her exactly like he did when she was a child.

Then finally whispered,

"Be happy."

And for the first time all evening...

He couldn't hide his emotions.

"I always will be."

Kashvi replied softly.

Because she knew.

The journey ahead would not be perfect.

No marriage ever was.

There would be disagreements.

Difficult days.

Unexpected challenges.

But there would also be laughter.

Family dinners.

Rainy evenings.

Late-night conversations.

Dreams achieved together.

And through all of it...

Aditya.

The boy who once thought he had nowhere to belong.

Had finally found his home.

Standing right beside him.

Holding his hand.

Wearing his name.

And carrying his heart.

Mrs. Kashvi singh

At last.