Sitting before the mirror on her wedding day, adorned with the red bridal attire, Zoya, Delhi's one of the most renowned Gynecologist couldn't feign the absurd heaviness in her chest, as if something awful was going to happen. And the little hopeful...
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Yes, it was finally happening.
I was going to marry the love of my life.
Ever since the day I got to know about Zoya's wedding, I couldn't sleep. But soon will be the day when she would be living with me. Under the same roof, in the same room, on the same bed??
I want to jump in happiness and tell the world that my dreams were finally happening.
But I still had to hold on because I still haven't told anyone about this. No one knows that Zoya tried to end her life for the nth time. They didn't know that I was going to marry her no matter what.
My dad, mom and Zoya's mom were still in the room where Zoya's dad was being medicated.
As soon as I stepped in the room, they looked at me. They stared at me as if I had committed a sin. But I didn't care. Gladly, Zoya's dad has gained consciousness.
He looked at me worriedly, probably for her daughter. I wait no other second to pass and I went to him. His hands were trembling, I held them.
My heart clenches to see how hard he was trying to speak but he couldn't. Only tears were dropping from his eyes silently.
It hurts me more that I can understand what he wants to say.
"She's okay, Uncle." I tell him grabbing his hands firmly as he breathed slowly. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath. Again, that look of his overwhelming emotions melts me.
I know he wants the best for his daughter. I want the same too.
So, I closed my eyes and looked down.
I had to tell him.
"I want to marry Zoya, uncle." I stuttered twice while saying that. "I want your daughter as my wife."
Each and every person present in the room widened their eyes at me. I knew it even though I wasn't looking at them. My eyes were staring right in her father's eyes while I was making my confession.
"I want to marry your daughter. I love her and I want to make her mine."
His eyes softened, so as my voice as I ended my words.
I had expected him to probably push me away. I had thought he would slap me or tell me to stay away from his daughter but instead, he feathered his hand over my head.
"I can never find a guy better than you for her, Nischay." he was finally able to speak. And when he did, I wanted to jump in happiness. His eyes were soft and emotional. No time passed when he engulfed me in a warm hug.
I don't know if my parents would agree but I cared nothing now.
The only thing I knew was that I am marrying her, even if the world falls apart.
