ready for it [ 𝐬. 𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐥 ]

5. weddings

The next day dawned bright and clear, the golden rays of the sun streaming through the curtains of Shubman and Nila's room, filling the space with warmth and light. As they stirred from their peaceful slumber, the events of the previous night flooded back to them, filling their hearts with a sense of joy and contentment.

Shubman stretched lazily, his eyes fluttering open to find Nila still nestled beside him, her hair spread out like a halo against the pillow. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, marvelling at the sheer beauty of the woman who lay beside him.

Nila stirred at his touch, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze with a soft smile. "Good morning, Shubman," she murmured, her voice filled with sleep-laden affection.

"Good morning, my love," Shubman replied, his heart swelling with warmth at the sight of her. "Did you sleep well?"

Nila nodded, her smile widening as she snuggled closer to him. "Like a baby," she admitted, her voice tinged with contentment.

As they lay there in each other's arms, basking in the glow of their love, Shubman couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the woman beside him. In Nila, he had found not just a partner, but a soulmate—a woman whose love filled his heart with a sense of purpose and belonging.

But their peaceful moment was soon interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door, followed by the cheerful voice of Shubman's mother calling out to them from the other side.

"Good morning, lovebirds!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with laughter. "Breakfast is ready, and we have a full day of festivities ahead of us!"

Shubman and Nila shared a knowing look, their hearts dancing with excitement at the prospect of spending the day together, surrounded by family and loved ones. With a shared smile, they rose from their bed, ready to embrace whatever adventures lay ahead, hand in hand, together, forever.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

As Shubman and Nila made their way downstairs after freshening up, they found the house bustling with activity, the air filled with the scent of freshly prepared breakfast and the sound of laughter and chatter. But amidst the joyous atmosphere, Shubman couldn't help but notice the strained expression on his cousin Manav's face.

Manav, who was set to tie the knot later that day, looked like a bundle of nerves as he darted around the room, his eyes wide with panic. His hair was dishevelled, and his clothes rumpled, a stark contrast to the groom-to-be he was supposed to be.

Shubman exchanged a concerned glance with Nila as they approached Manav, their footsteps echoing through the room. "Hey, Manav, what's going on?" Shubman asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Manav turned to face them, his expression fraught with worry. "Oh, Shubman, Nila, thank goodness you're here," he exclaimed, his voice trembling with anxiety. "I... I don't know if I can go through with this. What if I'm making a mistake?"