When the Story Continues (Sequel to When the Script Changes)

Chapter 47: Whispers of Forever

The world was a blur of roses, lace, and golden sunlight.

The wedding had begun.

Guests filled the venue, the soft hum of excitement lingering in the air. Elegant floral arrangements adorned the space, the scent of fresh jasmine and peonies weaving through the warm afternoon breeze. Everything was perfect, just as Mon had dreamed—an event that was both grand and intimate, a celebration of love that felt like magic.

And standing at the altar, right beside Mon, was Pin—her bridesmaid, her best friend, and the sister she had always known, not just by blood, but in every way that truly mattered.

Dressed in a soft pink gown that matched the theme, Pin felt like she was in a dream. She had never seen Mon glow the way she did today—so utterly, completely happy.

And Sam?

Sam, who had never worn pink before, stood across from them in a blush-colored dress, her usual tough exterior softened by the sheer love in her eyes.

Mon had painted her life pink, and today, Sam had worn that love like a second skin.

Pin smiled, eyes misty, as she clutched the bouquet in her hands.

This was everything.

Standing a few steps away from the altar, among the guests, was Anil—watching her girlfriend, her Pin, up there with a look of quiet admiration.

And God, she was so beautiful.

Dressed in that soft pink gown, holding flowers in delicate fingers, glowing under the golden wedding lights—Pin looked like a vision.

Anil's heart swelled.

So she did what she always did when she felt overwhelmed by her love for Pin—

She leaned in.

Her lips brushed against Pin's ear as she whispered, her voice full of something warm and unshakable.

"One day, that'll be us."

Pin's breath hitched.

She turned her head slightly, eyes wide. "What?"

Anil smirked, voice lower this time. "One day, you'll be the one in white. And I'll be standing right across from you, trying not to pass out because you'll look so damn stunning."

Pin froze, fingers tightening around the bouquet.

Heat crept up her neck, blooming across her cheeks.

Anil was always saying things like this—always dropping these little promises into the quiet spaces between them. But this? This felt different.

Pin swallowed.

"You're really serious about me, huh?" she murmured, voice teasing but tinged with emotion.

Anil didn't hesitate.

"Pin."

Pin turned her head fully now, meeting Anil's gaze—dark, steady, filled with forever.

"I've been serious about you since the day I realized I couldn't go a single second without wanting to hear your voice," Anil said. "Since the day I knew your happiness was more important than mine. Since the day I knew—"

Anil took a breath, smiling softly.

"—that I was going to spend the rest of my life loving you."

Pin blinked rapidly, heart pounding in her chest.

Anil was looking at her like she had already decided, already chosen, already known this was it.

Pin bit her lip. "That's a really dramatic way of saying you're obsessed with me."

Anil grinned. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm beyond obsessed. I'm doomed."

Pin laughed, shoving her gently, but the way she squeezed Anil's hand told a different story.

She was just as doomed.

Just as helplessly in love.

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Meanwhile, at the altar, Mon and Sam stood face to face.

And when Mon looked at Sam—her Sam, standing there in pink, in the color of her love, in the dress she never thought Sam would wear—her eyes burned with unshed tears.

This was it.

This was everything.

Mon reached forward, hands trembling just slightly as she took Sam's.

"You ready?" she whispered, voice shaky with emotion.

Sam exhaled, smiling softly.

"For you?" She squeezed Mon's hands. "Always."

And just like that—

The world melted away.

There was no crowd. No cameras. No flashing lights or whispers of awe.

Just them.

Just love.

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"I never thought I'd wear pink," Sam began, her voice carrying through the quiet, enchanted air.

A soft chuckle rippled through the crowd, but Mon only smiled, waiting.

Sam licked her lips, taking a deep breath.

"But for you, Mon? For you, I'd wear any color. I'd become anything. I'd do anything. Because loving you isn't a choice—it's a fact. It's breathing. It's living."

Mon sucked in a breath, eyes glistening.

Sam's grip on her hands tightened.

"You are my beginning, my middle, my end. You are my best decision, my greatest adventure, my soft place to land. And standing here, in front of everyone we love, I vow to be your safe place, your protector, your partner in all things."

A single tear slipped down Mon's cheek.

Sam lifted a hand, brushing it away with her thumb.

"And Mon?" Sam's voice softened. "No matter what life throws at us, I promise you—" she smiled, a little crooked, a little shy—"I will always, always choose pink."

The crowd exploded into soft laughter and sniffles.

Mon?

Mon was gone.

Utterly, completely, hopelessly gone.

Tears spilled freely now, but she was smiling so wide, she thought her heart might burst.

She gripped Sam's hands tighter, voice trembling as she began her own vows.

And beside her?

Pin sniffled softly, her emotions overwhelming her.

Anil smirked, whispering, "You're crying."

Pin glared. "Shut up."

Anil laughed. "I think we should wear pink at our wedding too. Just to make it a tradition."

Pin groaned. "Anil."

But she was smiling.

Because deep down, she knew—

One day, it would be their turn.

And that day?

Would be just as perfect as this one.