As I approached the stage, his gaze finally met mine, That fleeting eye contact sent my heart into a flutter, though it remained a hidden unrest within me. A warm smile graced his lips, and I couldn't resist responding in kind, lowering my gaze bashfully.
Upon my arrival at the stage, Dmitry's mother approached me with kind words, saying, "You look stunning." Her compliment was met with a gracious smile from me.
My mother then directed both of us to take our seats on a well-appointed sofa. Soon after, they placed a red dupatta over our heads and began performing traditional rituals.
Dmitry's pov :
These people proved to be quite entertaining, engaging in light-hearted conversations about our respective countries. However, my attention was abruptly diverted when I noticed the collective focus of the crowd fixed on a single point. I followed their gaze and, I'm not ashamed to tell that I actually gasped there . In that moment, I forgot the conversation I was engaged in and simply found myself captivated by her presence. A smile naturally formed on my lips, causing her to blush in shyness, a reaction I found rather endearing.
Approaching her closely, I had the chance to admire her from a close vantage point. Her attire, hair, and makeup were flawless. Her large, expressive eyes and shy demeanor only added to her charm.
As her face remained partially concealed beneath the red cloth, her eyes sparkled with anticipation. Leaning in closer to her ear, I whispered softly, "You are truly beautiful." She met my gaze with a smile, she was not noticing our closeness but I did.
Her mother said her to exchange the rings. She selected a ring from the plate, and I extended my hand. With a graceful movement, she slid the ring onto my finger, eliciting cheers from the gathered guests. It was now my turn. I chose a ring, and she offered her hand. As I gently held her soft hand, I couldn't resist a playful inquiry, "Are you sure, Geeta, that you can handle me?" Her eyes met mine, and she nodded in affirmation. I couldn't help but smirk inwardly, thinking, "No, babygirl, you can't," though I had to keep my thoughts to myself in the midst of a hundred watchful guests.
I wore her engagement ring, and both of us were taken by surprise as confetti bombs and firecrackers marked the joyful occasion.
It was impossible to forget that this was the engagement of a billionaire's first daughter, and the excitement among the guests was visible.
After capturing moments with our relatives in camera, we made our way down to the stage, where her siblings extended their congratulations.
"So, Jiju, what were you whispering to her, huh?" one of them inquired playfully.
"Nothing much," I responded with a grin, "just asking her one last time if she's truly ready to handle me."
"You have no idea," Laxmi chimed in with a mischievous glint in her eye, "she's been dreaming about you-"
Geeta cut her off , saying, "Laxmi, don't be silly."
"Is that so, Geeta?" I turned to her, raising an eyebrow, and she playfully shook her head, looking utterly adorable.
Saraswati teased, "Something romantic- shomantic huh ?" Geeta's eyes widened, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction.
"By the way, guys, you all look absolutely stunning," I complimented, "your entire family is beautiful and talkative much just like me . I'm thrilled I won't be marrying into a boring family."
"You have no idea, Jiju, how talkative we are. Can I give you an idea?" Yumuna suggested.
"Don't ask for permission, just speak up, young lady," I encouraged her.
"Let your parents head back home, and then we can all go on a trip. If you ask them, the family will prepare quickly," she said.
"No, he must have any urgent business back there." My Woman said trying to cancellation of plan.
" Trying to stop me " I asked with a fake frown expression.
" no no , I just-
"Ah, so you won't mind if I stay here?" I teased Geeta.
"No, why would I?" she replied, adjusting her hair.
"Are you sure?" I asked with a smirk, thoroughly enjoying her speechless reaction.
With just an hour remaining, I exited the washroom and spotted a guy engaged in conversation with the woman who was, in my eyes, unmistakably mine. I approached them, a hint of irritation in my voice, "Hello, what's going on here?"
"I'll wait for your answer, and yes, never block me again. I hate it," he stated , his gaze fixed on her in a way that I found utterly distasteful.
She remained silent, and he eventually walked away.
"Have you eaten anything?" I inquired, trying to shift the conversation.
"Hmm... What about you?" she replied casually.
"Yeah... By the way, you haven't complimented me yet," I remarked, a touch of annoyance in my tone.
She hesitated for a moment, then offered a feeble excuse, "I just didn't find the right moment."
I scoffed and decided it was best to leave. I no longer wished to remain in that situation.
Geeta 's pov :
My cousins can be such peculiar beings at times. How could they even entertain the idea of a trip, and I was almost certain my family would never approve of it.
With just an hour left, an unfamiliar guy approached me, taking me completely by surprise. It was him, the stalker. He was spouting nonsense about Dmitry. I couldn't fathom how he had managed to enter the event. My brother had told me that only those with valid invitation cards were allowed in. It meant that my father must have invited him, but who was he, and were his claims about Dmitry true or just a bunch of nonsense? He asserted that he knew Dmitry's secret and insisted on a meeting. I was convinced it was all rubbish, a ploy to get my attention.
Just then, Dmitry arrived, and to my dismay, the guy asked to meet me right in front of him. What could he have possibly been thinking? And what would I say if Dmitry questioned me about this meeting?
In the evening, I made my way back to my room after engaging in conversations with both my mother and my soon-to-be mother-in-law. A smile graced my face as I couldn't help but think about Dmitry. He looked so handsome today.
My joy was briefly interrupted when someone suddenly grabbed my wrist, causing me to startle. I was about to scream, but then I saw that it was Dmitry. He swiftly placed his hand over my mouth, and a wave of relief washed over me. I found myself standing against the wall his palm still gently covering my lips, and his gaze fixed on me. It created a peculiar and intimate sensation.
"So, you still haven't found a chance," he remarked as he stepped back. It dawned on me that he was referring to the compliment he had playfully requested earlier in the day, and here it was, nighttime, and I had yet to fulfill his request. I felt a pang of guilt, wondering how much it must have bothered him.
Before I could explain myself, he lightly placed his index finger on my lips and drew closer to my face. I was left wondering about his intentions.
"Geeta, whenever you feel like saying something nice about me, just say it , I don't want asked one compliments " he stated, removing his finger.
" who was that guy ? " he asked while taking a back and stand supporting a wall.
" Doubting me ? " I asked if by chance he actually doing this.
" Doubting on you ? Not... doubting on him ? Absolutely yes. " He said and took out the phone.
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