Ishaan and Pari had lunch and afterward, he drove her to a bridal studio. Pari gasped in awe as her eyes landed on the elegant rows of bridal gowns. Ishaan chuckled at her reaction and gently pulled her along to walk through them.
“Ishaan, are you serious? Do you really want us to get married?” Pari asked, her voice trembling with both excitement and disbelief.
“Of course, baby. I meant every word I said last night,” Ishaan replied with certainty. “You choose a gown, and we’ll get married. We can go on our honeymoon and then, once we’re back in India, we’ll marry again with our family, in our tradition. Or…” He paused, his gaze softening. “…we can go back now, wait a few months, and do it the traditional way. There won’t be any hard feelings if you say no. The choice is yours, Pari.”
Pari walked slowly past the gowns, her fingers brushing against the fabrics. They were beautiful, enchanting even, and she couldn’t help but smile. She turned over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Ishaan raised a brow, curious, and Pari folded her arms. “Go back and get your suit. It’s an English tradition, the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride’s dress before the wedding.”
Ishaan rubbed the back of his neck, a faint blush creeping up to his ears. Sauntering over, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
“They’ve got a salon here, they’ll help you get ready. you don’t need to panic, my people would be waiting and you’ll have a ride to take you to the destination. See you in the evening, love,” he whispered before walking out of the store.
Pari picked the gown that had captured her heart, and the staff immediately led her to the salon to begin her transformation. When her hair was done, a staff member entered carrying a few boxes and informed her that Ishaan had sent her jewels.
Pari chuckled softly, her heart swelling. She couldn’t wait to meet the man—her man.
Ishaan walked out of the studio and made a few calls before driving to the bungalow. His PA was waiting for him with a brand-new black tux, and Ishaan headed straight to his room to get ready for the wedding. His mobile pinged with continuous notifications, and with a smile, he replied to the messages before entering the washroom to groom himself.
He dressed in the tux and styled his hair to perfection. Spotting a peach-and-white peony brooch, he pinned it to his lapel. He clasped his watch and bracelet around his wrist and sprayed cologne on his neck and wrists. Satisfied with his reflection, he walked out of the room. His PA opened the car door, and Ishaan gave him instructions before leaving. He soon arrived at the church, which he had arranged for their wedding, and admired the flowers—Pari’s favorites—decorating the venue.
Three long hours later, Pari walked out of the studio and found a beautifully decorated limo waiting for her. Ishaan’s PA handed her a bouquet of lilies and opened the door for her. She thanked him with a smile before stepping in, with the studio staff helping adjust her gown.
She felt happy, excited, and nervous all at once.
“Wish we had our family here… but we’ll get married again once we return home. I miss you all,” she murmured, glancing at a family picture on her phone.
The limo stopped before the church, and Ishaan’s PA opened the door for her. A few female staff members approached to help her out. Pari smiled at the sight of the decorations and shook her head.
“This man could literally make anything happen overnight,” she muttered.
Just as she was about to step inside, Mithun appeared, offering his arm. Pari’s eyes widened in shock before she leapt into his embrace, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Stop crying, Pari. Don’t ruin your makeup, we want you looking good in the photos,” Mithun teased gently. Pari looked at him, puzzled, until he extended his arm again. She hooked her hand through his and at that moment, a beautiful song began to play, signaling the bride’s entry.
Pari stepped into the church, gasping when she saw her entire family already seated inside. Mithun wiped her tears with his handkerchief, and she managed a teary smile.
Finally, her gaze found the man behind all this. Ishaan stood at the altar, as handsome as ever, smiling at her. Yet the tears threatening to escape his eyes told the whole story of how deeply he felt in that moment.
Ishaan couldn’t take his eyes off her. Pari looked breathtaking in a fit-and-flare wedding gown with a sweetheart neckline, delicate tulle layers, and a large satin flower at her waist. Her hair was styled in a messy bun adorned with a diamond flower brooch. A solitaire diamond necklace with matching studs completed her look perfectly. Through her veil, Ishaan could clearly see how happy she was with everything he had arranged. His heart swelled as he watched her hug each member of the family, and he drew a long breath the moment she finally stood before him.
Mithun gently placed Pari’s hand into Ishaan’s before blessing them and joining Reyansh.
“Thank you, Ishu. You know exactly what makes me happy,” Pari whispered.
“That’s love, Pari. Now… shall we get married, my lady?” Ishaan asked, his voice soft and full of warmth. Pari blushed and nodded.
They turned to the priest and exchanged their vows, promising a lifetime together. Reyansh and Mithun stepped forward with the rings.
“Unique rings from Rey’s Diamonds—for the special couple,” Reyansh announced, and the family cheered as Ishaan and Pari exchanged them. Ishaan lifted her hand, kissed the ring, and winked at her, making her cheeks glow even redder.
When the priest finally announced, “You may kiss the bride,” Ayaan let out a loud hoot and bumped shoulders with Zara, making everyone laugh. Pari shook her head shyly, hesitant to be kissed in front of the family. Ishaan glanced at them, and immediately, with playful understanding, they all turned around.
Lifting her veil with a smile, Ishaan whispered, “Gorgeous.”
He cupped her face and brushed a soft peck on her lips before deepening the kiss. When they parted, he pulled her against his chest and called out for the family to turn back.
Kajal and Vaishu rushed forward, hugging their children tightly and showering them with blessings.
“I’m so happy today… finally, my dream has come true,” Kajal said emotionally, kissing Pari’s forehead and playfully pinching Ishaan’s cheek.
Ayaan, Adhvika, Ishika, and Zara soon joined in for a group hug, wrapping the couple in warmth before they all stepped out of the church. Ishaan had already planned a surprise honeymoon.
As they walked out, Pari tossed her bouquet. It landed perfectly in Ayaan’s hands. He shouted in excitement, scooped Zara into his arms, and twirled her around, leaving everyone laughing.
Ishaan opened the car door for Pari, and she leaned in to kiss his cheek before stepping inside—her heart full, her future sealed.
“How did you manage to plan all this in such a short time and especially bring our family here?” Pari asked, still in awe.
“Quite simple, I knew you would say yes to marrying me, so I called Appa and Mithun Mamu last night. They were overjoyed and landed this afternoon. The smile on your face tells me I’ve done everything right.” Ishaan replied with a soft smile.
Pari leaned onto his shoulder, her heart full, and Ishaan kissed the crown of her head.
“We’re married now. You’re my wife, and I’m your husband. Tonight… is our wedding night,” Ishaan whispered, his voice husky. Pari blushed, trying to pull away, but Ishaan laced his fingers with hers and tugged her closer.
“No more teasing. No more running,” he murmured, making her heart pound against her ribs.
When they arrived at the bungalow, Ishaan lifted her effortlessly into his arms and carried her straight to the kitchen.
“First, let me feed you well—you’ll need your strength,” he teased.
Pari’s eyes widened as she noticed the food neatly arranged, the house completely silent. The staff were nowhere to be seen.
“I sent everyone away for tonight. It’s only you and me,” Ishaan whispered in her ear, his lips brushing against the delicate shell. Pari shivered, biting her lip nervously. Ishaan served food onto her plate, but neither of them could take more than a bite.
“Seems like we’re starving for love, Our stomachs refuse food—so why not have dessert before we get started?” he said with a grin.
He opened the fridge and brought out a wedding cake, beautifully decorated with their names. Placing it in front of her, he smiled as Pari’s eyes lit up. Together they cut the cake and fed each other, laughter mingling with shy glances.
Then, without a word, Ishaan swept her into his arms again and carried her upstairs to their room. He set her gently before the mirror, standing close behind her. His hands slipped around her waist, pulling her back into him as his lips pressed against her bare shoulder.
“You look gorgeous, Pari… my love, my baby, my wife,” Ishaan whispered against her skin.
Pari bit her lip and tilted her head as Ishaan’s lips trailed down her neck. His hand moved with slow precision, removing the hair brooch, her diamond studs, and finally the necklace. Her breath hitched when he tugged down the long flyer of her gown, revealing the smooth expanse of her bare back. His knuckles grazed her skin, sending a shiver down her spine as she held the gown tightly in front to keep it from slipping.
Ishaan kissed her nape, then knelt behind her, showering soft kisses along her back. Pari lost her balance from the intensity, but before she could fall forward, his strong arm wrapped around her abdomen, steadying her as he rose to his feet, continuing the kisses.
He gently pried her hands away from her chest and pushed the gown down her body in one fluid motion. Pari stood there in just a white lace panty, a delicate thigh chain with the letter ‘I’, and white heels. She looked breathtaking, her beauty making Ishaan’s eyes darken with desire. Unable to withstand the heat in his gaze, Pari turned and buried herself in his embrace, hiding her blushing face against his chest.
With effortless strength, Ishaan scooped her up in one arm and carried her to the bed. He set her down carefully in the middle, then stepped back to the foot of the bed, his eyes never leaving her.
Slowly, he shrugged off his blazer and began unbuttoning his shirt, each button undone with deliberate slowness while her gaze followed every movement. The sound of his belt unbuckling and hitting the floor, followed by the soft rasp of his zipper, sent her pulse racing. Ishaan stood before her in just his boxer briefs, and she swallowed hard at the sight of the prominent bulge straining against the fabric.
Climbing onto the bed, he hovered over her, capturing her lips in a searing kiss while his hand played teasingly with the thigh chain. Pari’s palms traced the contours of his back, nails grazing his skin, pulling a low moan from Ishaan as their bare bodies pressed closer.
When their lips finally parted, Pari leaned into his ear, her tongue teasing along the shell before she tugged gently on the small hoop in his left ear.
“You look so sexy with this hoop, Ishaan,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Ishaan chuckled, then immediately groaned as her tongue traced his ear, his palm gripping her waist tightly. He was already achingly hard for her.
His hands trailed from her thighs to her bosom, cupping and kneading them before his lips claimed them with hunger. Pari arched her back, moaning, her fingers tangling in his hair as he worked his magic on her. Heat pooled between her legs, and she rubbed her thighs together in desperate need.
Ishaan parted her legs and with a swift tug, tore away the lace covering her. His hand moved lower, caressing her intimately until his fingers found her softness.
Pari gasped when he slid one inside her. It was the first time she had ever been touched like that, and the rush of sensations overwhelmed her. Her body writhed, unable to contain the pleasure, and within moments she reached her peak, trembling beneath him. Ishaan watched her heaving chest, mesmerized, before claiming her lips in a searing kiss.
When he rid himself of the last barrier between them, Pari’s breath hitched at the sight of his length. Ishaan pulled her into his arms, kissing her gently, reassuring her as he slowly began to push inside. Her body tensed, but his lips never left hers, his hand stroking her thigh to ease her nerves. Patiently, he let her body adjust, holding her as if she were fragile porcelain.
Only when she relaxed did he begin to move, slow at first, then gradually building a rhythm. Sparks ignited in every inch of their bodies as they truly became one. Pari’s moans grew louder with each thrust, her eyes glazed with pleasure. Ishaan grunted, feeling the tight warmth that surrounded him, his own control slipping.
He buried his face in her neck, pressing tender kisses against her skin as he interlaced their fingers. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, a harmony only they could create. Their souls danced to the symphony of love, their eyes locked, sharing every emotion unspoken, and their lips whispered the language of pure desire.
Pari reached her high first, and Ishaan followed right after. Both were panting, their bodies shuddering, her hands and thighs trembling from the volcanic eruption that had consumed her. Ishaan released her hands, balanced himself with his palms, and kissed her slowly, passionately.
He then rolled beside her, his fingers gently massaging her thighs and abdomen to soothe her trembling body.
“I love you,”
They said it at the same time, and both chuckled softly. Ishaan pulled her into his arms, kissing her crown tenderly.
After a moment, he got up and walked to the washroom, returning with a towel dipped in warm water. Pari tried to protest when he began tending to her, but Ishaan hushed her gently.
“I’m not a selfish, egoistic man who would undress you and then leave you to take care of yourself. I’ll always be the one to look after you. And maybe,” he added with a teasing wink, “you can return the favor someday when you undress me.”
Pari blushed and threw a pillow at him, making him laugh.
With care, Ishaan cleaned her and changed the soiled sheets, mindful of the blood from her first time. When everything was set, he pulled her back into his embrace. Wrapped in each other’s warmth, they cuddled and drifted into sleep, their hearts beating in perfect sync.
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