LET'S FALL IN LOVE

CH.1 THE MARRIAGE

HER POV

I couldn't believe I was getting married.
Well, nobody could — not even my friends sitting in front of me, helping me get ready.
I was never the "marriage type" of girl, because I never liked boys. I've seen too many of my girls suffer because of men. Their love is always temporary — it appears out of nowhere and disappears just as quickly the moment we accept them.

I've seen countless girls crying, breaking, shattering because of what these men did to them. And what do they do? They don't even take a minute before moving on to the next girl.
That's why I hated boys.

Now, you must be wondering — if I hate them so much, then why am I marrying one?

It's because of my grandfather.
I never refused anything he ever said. He wanted me to get married.
The first time I said "no" to him... we ended up having the biggest fight of our lives.
I never expected it, but that night, he had a heart attack.

And in that one emotional moment, filled with guilt, I gave in.
I told him I'd marry.

I don't know what I was thinking.

It didn't even take a week for my parents to find a match.
The boy — well, I don't even know his name.
Yes, my mother tried to tell me. She tried to show me his picture, even set up a meeting.
But I refused.

Because all men are the same, right?
What difference would meeting him make?

And now... it's my wedding night.
Tonight, I've decided to give him a gift.
A very special, unforgettable gift.

A gift he'll never expect...
and one I'm sure he'll never forget.

I smirked at the thought.

HIS POV

I couldn't believe it was really happening.
Like really — I had pinched myself twenty times since morning, thinking maybe it was all just a dream. But it's not.

Yes! I'm finally getting married — to the love of my life.
My beauty. My angel.
The girl I used to sit outside her house for, just to catch a single glimpse of her.

And now... I'll get to see her every day.
Every night. Every morning.
Damn.

I never had the courage to talk to her. Not even once.
But I always wrote letters to her late at night — letters I never sent.
I used to think, maybe one day, she'd read them. Maybe my words would reach her heart.

The first time I saw her was at a family party, where both our families had been invited.
She was wearing this beautiful blue dress with minimal embroidery.
Her hair was tied in a ponytail with a shiny rubber band.
She had nothing in her ears, just a simple bracelet with her name's initial on her wrist.
And those heels — they were definitely bothering her. She looked uncomfortable, maybe even in pain, but still... she looked like a dream.

I could never forget that moment.
Maybe it really was love at first sight.

And then, one day, my mother showed me a picture of the girl they had chosen for me —
It was her.

I was over the moon.
I wanted to meet her before the wedding, to ask if she had said yes willingly... if she was happy.
But her mother politely refused.

Still, from what I know, her family is open-minded.
They would never go against her wishes.
So I keep telling myself — maybe she said yes from her heart.

Right now, I'm sitting in the car.
The baraat is ready to leave.

And I can't control myself — I want to scream and shout with joy.

Because I'm getting married to the love of my life.