Five Months Later...

After long and meticulous preparations, the long-awaited day had finally arrived—Ling and Orm's wedding. The carefully planned celebration was held outdoors, embracing a Tropical Garden theme that exuded a serene and natural ambiance.

The venue was beautifully decorated, adorned with vibrant fresh flowers scattered in every corner, creating a refreshing and organic atmosphere for all who attended. The exotic touch of lush greenery and tropical blooms added warmth and beauty to every part of the setting, resembling a living, colorful painting.

The wedding was an intimate affair, attended only by a few important guests and close relatives from both Ling and Orm’s families. Ling had always wanted this special moment to be private, away from media attention. For her, the happiness of a wedding was not something to be flaunted to the public but rather a sacred bond to be cherished within the circle of family and loved ones.

With her long hair cascading down her back and a flowing cream-colored gown, Ling stood in front of the mirror, gazing at her own reflection. Occasionally, she adjusted her hair, ensuring that she looked absolutely perfect for this much-anticipated day. The gown she wore draped gracefully around her figure, enhancing the elegance she exuded with every passing second.

"Sweetheart, are you ready?" Her mother’s gentle voice came from behind the door, pulling Ling out of her brief reverie.

"Yes, Mommy. I’m ready..." Ling replied, her voice soft yet full of meaning.

Jaotarn, her mother, entered the room and reached out her hand, ready to guide her daughter to the ceremony. Ling, taking a deep breath, placed her hand in her mother's, feeling the warmth that seemed to give her extra strength amid the nervous excitement in her heart. Together, they stepped toward the wedding venue, each step carrying profound significance.

As Ling arrived at the venue, her eyes swept across the room. She saw many guests already present, including her closest friends, who were busy fulfilling their roles as bridesmaids. They looked stunning in matching dresses, their bright smiles radiating pure joy for her.

"Are you nervous?" Engfa teased, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Ling simply offered a small smile before responding, "If you already know the answer, there's no need to ask." She placed a hand over her chest, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. The anticipation of finally seeing Orm made her both excited and anxious, especially since, according to tradition, they were not allowed to see each other until the ceremony.

"You’ll see her very soon..." Lookmhee, another close friend, gently patted her shoulder, offering both encouragement and comfort. Ling nodded slightly, feeling the warmth of her friends’ unwavering support surrounding her.

"Good afternoon, everyone~" Charlotte, the lively emcee, greeted the guests with enthusiasm. Her voice carried warmth and energy, filling the entire venue with an air of celebration. Ling listened intently as Charlotte officially opened the event, delivering her welcoming speech and setting the stage for this once-in-a-lifetime moment.

Then, Charlotte announced that Orm Kornnaphat was ready and would be entering the venue shortly. Hearing Orm’s name sent Ling’s heartbeat into an even faster rhythm, her anticipation growing with each passing second.

"Ling, don't turn around until I say it’s time," Charlotte playfully instructed, her teasing tone making Ling chuckle nervously. She stood still, her back slightly tense, waiting for the moment she would finally come face to face with the love of her life—the person who had been the destination of her long journey to this very day.

The seconds felt agonizingly slow. Ling waited, her senses heightened, as she faintly heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

Then, Charlotte’s voice rang out again, "Now, Ling. You may turn around."

Ling took a deep breath before slowly turning. Her gaze immediately landed on Orm, who stood before her, dressed in a breathtaking white gown that made her look absolutely ethereal. Ling found herself momentarily mesmerized, captivated by Orm’s undeniable beauty.

Orm’s smile never wavered, especially when their eyes finally met—two souls connecting in a silent yet profound exchange of love and devotion. A radiant happiness shone on Orm’s face, and any lingering nervousness she felt melted away the moment she saw Ling standing there, exuding quiet confidence and serenity.

As Charlotte announced that the couple would now walk toward the altar together, Ling gently extended her hand toward Orm. The gesture was deliberate and meaningful, as if Ling wanted Orm to truly feel how precious this moment was.

Orm glanced at Ling’s outstretched hand before her father, Tanakorn, tenderly took her hand first. He held it for a moment, his expression a mix of pride and deep emotion, knowing he was about to entrust his beloved daughter to someone who would love and cherish her for a lifetime.

With a smile that held both pride and bittersweet joy, Tanakorn placed Orm’s hand in Ling’s, silently conveying his trust. He knew Ling would protect and cherish Orm, just as he had since she was a child. Ling accepted Orm’s hand with immense gratitude, her grip firm yet gentle, silently promising that she would always stand by Orm’s side, through all of life’s joys and challenges.

Hand in hand, they began their walk toward the altar, moving forward with unwavering confidence in front of their witnesses. Their eyes never strayed from one another, locked in a gaze that spoke of love, commitment, and the unspoken vows they were about to exchange.

Every step they took solidified the silent promise between them—that they would journey through life together, one step at a time.

Finally, they stood before the officiant who would lead them through their sacred vows. Ling and Orm halted, still holding each other’s hands tightly. Their gazes shifted from one another to the officiant, who smiled warmly and nodded, signaling that the long-awaited moment had arrived.

With wisdom and warmth, the officiant asked, "Are you both ready to exchange your vows?"

The room fell into a hushed silence, as if the entire world had paused, waiting for their response. Orm, her eyes glistening with emotion, met Ling’s gaze and nodded before softly saying, "I’m ready."

Ling followed, her voice steady and filled with certainty as she replied, "I’m ready."

Their responses carried more than just words—they were declarations of unwavering devotion, proof that they had wholeheartedly prepared for the lifelong journey ahead.

The officiant smiled at their resolve, allowing a brief pause before proceeding. "Very well," he said with warmth and authority. "Let’s begin with Khun Ling. Please recite your vows first."

Ling took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto Orm’s, seeing nothing but love and sincerity in them. With a steady yet emotional voice, she began speaking from the depths of her heart.

"Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong, thank you for coming into my life and bringing a new kind of color I never expected. I, Lingling Sirilak Kwong, vow to always love you, honor you, and cherish you in every step we take together. I promise to always stand by your side, through happiness and sorrow, in health and in sickness. I will always support you, understand your dreams and desires, and protect your happiness as I do my own."

Ling’s voice wavered slightly at the end, yet her soft smile never faded. She knew these were not just words—they were a solemn commitment she intended to uphold for the rest of her life. As she finished, she gazed at Orm with deep affection, as if silently assuring her that every promise spoken would be kept.

Now, it was Orm’s turn. With teary eyes filled with emotion, she squeezed Ling’s hand gently, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Then, in a voice laced with pure sincerity, she began.

"Lingling Sirilak Kwong, I may not be perfect, but I vow, before all who witness us today, that I will love you with all my heart, cherish you, and always be by your side no matter what. I promise to respect you, support you in chasing your dreams and ambitions, and be your best friend and lifelong partner in every step we take together. I swear to be faithful and love you unconditionally, because you are my home, the place I will always return to, no matter how far I go."

Orm’s words flowed with a sense of serenity, and her gaze upon Ling was so deep, as if she wanted to ensure that Ling understood that her vows came from the depths of her heart. Tears of joy began to well up in Orm’s eyes, yet she continued to smile, feeling truly happy after speaking such meaningful words.

Once Ling and Orm had finished exchanging their heartfelt vows, the officiant looked at them with a warm, joyful smile. With a voice full of warmth, he said, “With this, I declare that Ling and Orm are officially united in marriage.” His words were met with applause and cheers of celebration from the guests. Ling and Orm exchanged glances, almost unable to believe that this sacred moment had finally arrived—the moment when they were officially bound as life partners.

Ling took a deep breath before reaching for the ring box that had been prepared. Inside were their wedding rings—simple yet elegant, symbolizing their eternal bond. With gentle hands, Ling opened the box and carefully took out the ring meant for Orm. Her eyes were filled with love and tenderness as she reached for Orm’s hand, holding it firmly while slipping the ring onto Orm’s finger. Her movements were full of affection, a silent promise of love and commitment that they would carry for the rest of their lives.

Once the ring was placed beautifully on Orm’s finger, Ling lifted Orm’s hand to her lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. The kiss was brief but held profound meaning—a gesture of respect and pure love. That simple act made Orm’s heart race, and she couldn’t help but smile warmly, overwhelmed by the emotions of the moment.

Now, it was Orm’s turn. With slightly trembling hands but unwavering determination, she took the other ring from the box and lifted her gaze to meet Ling’s, who was watching her with gentle eyes. Without hesitation, Orm slid the ring onto Ling’s finger, then made a small but significant gesture of respect—she bowed her head slightly, signifying her acceptance of Ling as her life partner.

Tears of joy now streamed down Orm’s cheeks. A surge of emotions filled her heart, and she could no longer hold back the overwhelming feelings inside her. Ling, noticing the tears glistening on her wife’s face, reached out with delicate fingers, gently wiping away each drop with tender affection.

Then, Ling pulled Orm into an embrace, offering warmth and comfort. They remained in each other’s arms for a few moments, savoring the sacred moment that had officially united them as a married couple. Within that embrace, Orm felt the reassuring warmth of Ling, dissolving any lingering doubts and replacing them with an undeniable sense of security and love.

However, the peaceful silence was soon broken by the playful cheers from the guests. “Kiss… Kiss… Kiss!” they chanted enthusiastically, eagerly awaiting the moment that had become the highlight of many weddings. The chorus of voices made Ling and Orm smile, slightly flustered but undeniably happy to see their loved ones sharing in their joy.

Without hesitation, Ling smiled at Orm before slowly leaning in. Her gaze was filled with tenderness and deep affection, and with careful movement, she closed the distance between them, pressing a sweet, loving kiss on Orm’s lips.

Orm returned the kiss with warmth, sealing the promise they had just spoken in their sacred vows. Though the kiss lasted only a brief moment, it felt timeless, etching an unforgettable memory into their hearts. As they pulled away, Orm gazed at Ling with a radiant smile that never left her face, while Ling responded with an affectionate look that warmed her soul.

Applause and cheers once again filled the air, echoing throughout the venue with pure joy. Ling and Orm turned their attention to their guests, realizing just how blessed they were to be surrounded by people who genuinely shared in their happiness.

•••••

In the quiet room, the only sound was the soft whisper of the night breeze flowing through the slightly open window. Ling, seated on the sofa while staring at her phone screen, was completely engrossed in reading various news articles about their recently concluded wedding. Although the ceremony had been an intimate affair, attended only by close family and friends, some moments had still been captured on camera and spread across social media, drawing widespread attention.

Ling was so absorbed in the articles that she didn’t notice when Orm had finished her shower. A subtle smile appeared on Orm’s lips as she saw Ling’s serious expression. With slow, deliberate steps, she approached Ling from behind and wrapped her arms around her in a gentle embrace. Her hands moved to caress Ling’s shoulders with tender affection, pulling Ling out of her thoughts.

"Are you tired, Phi Ling?" Orm whispered, her voice as soft as the wind rustling through the leaves.

Ling reached for Orm’s hand and turned her head slightly to look behind her. The moment her eyes landed on Orm, dressed in a striking red lingerie that contrasted beautifully with her skin, her heartbeat quickened. She swallowed hard, trying to suppress the involuntary reaction that she couldn’t control.

"If you look like this… who could possibly feel tired?" Ling murmured with a faint smile, her gaze locked onto Orm. Without hesitation, she pulled Orm onto her lap. "I have a feeling we won’t be sleeping tonight."

Orm smirked playfully, her fingers trailing over Ling’s shoulders before gliding up behind her ear, touching the sensitive spots that sent a shiver down Ling’s spine. "If we’re not sleeping, then what will we do?" she asked in a low, teasing voice.

A mischievous glint flashed in Ling’s eyes as her gaze grew darker with desire. "We will..." she whispered, but before finishing her sentence, she closed the distance between them, capturing Orm’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips met slowly at first, but the intensity quickly escalated as they melted into each other.

Orm reciprocated the kiss with equal fervor, sucking on Ling’s upper lip before parting her lips to allow Ling’s tongue to explore. Their tongues entwined, deepening the kiss as they shared each other’s warmth, the taste of each other mingling in an intoxicating exchange.

The kiss lasted for a long moment before Ling finally pulled away—only to continue her descent. Her lips trailed down to Orm’s neck, leaving a trail of heat that made Orm let out a soft moan. Ling’s hands moved gently, slipping the delicate straps of Orm’s lingerie off her shoulders as her lips explored further, kissing every inch of exposed skin with slow, deliberate intent.

"Ahh... P'Ling..." Orm moaned softly as Ling squeezed her breast firmly.

"P'Ling... Aah..." Orm's moans filled the room again when Ling began sucking on her nipple. She gripped Ling’s hair, trying to suppress the mix of ticklish pleasure as Ling’s tongue teased her, occasionally sucking on her sensitive bud.

Ling paused for a moment before lifting Orm into her arms and carrying her to the bed. She gently laid Orm down, then climbed slightly over her, pressing soft kisses on her shoulder while slowly unbuttoning her own shirt.

The kiss started at her shoulder before trailing down to her neck—not just a soft peck, but a deep suck that left a mark on Orm’s skin. She could only tilt her head back, surrendering herself completely to Ling’s touch as she explored her body.

"Aahh... Phi..." Orm bit her lip when Ling returned to sucking on her nipple. But that wasn’t all—Ling’s hand began to move downward, reaching the most sensitive part of Orm, sending strange yet exhilarating sensations throughout her body.

Orm’s body squirmed slightly as she felt Ling’s fingers slip beneath the fabric of her lingerie. Instinctively, she pressed her thighs together when Ling's fingers entered her vagina.

"Does it hurt?" Ling asked while looking at Orm's face but letting the seconds in there.

"Not Phi. I was just a little surprised because Phi immediately put two fingers in." Orm replied in a low voice. Her hand rubbed Ling's nape with a teasing motion and whispered, "Phi can continue.."

With a small smile Ling gave a glimpse of a kiss on Orm's lips. He also began to move her fingers there slowly but surely because she didn't want to make Orm feel pain.

"Aaaah.... Ahhhh..."

"Mmhh... Aaah..."

The moans that came out of Orm's mouth filled the room when Ling's fingers increased the speed of playing inside her vagina. Her hands gripped Ling's arms tightly, closing her legs when she felt something wanted to come out of her vagina.

"P'Ling... I... Aah.." Orm spoke stutteringly, her body shaking when she felt she couldn't hold back the sensation of Ling's fingers moving inside her vagina anymore.

Ling's finger movements stopped, her fingers wet as Orm reached his climax. Ling looked at Orm's face and gave Orm a kiss on the lips, "Good Girl.." She said softly.

°°°°°°

One Week Later...

This morning, Orm looked at Ling with a disappointed expression, her eyes reflecting the dissatisfaction she couldn't hide. Quickly, she followed Ling, who was hurrying down the stairs as if unwilling to continue their conversation.

"Can't Phi postpone the shoot to attend my graduation today?" Orm asked, her voice tinged with the disappointment she had been holding back.

Ling paused for a moment, looking at Orm with a soft gaze, though guilt was evident in her eyes. "I can't, love. It's a fixed schedule that can't be changed," she replied in a quiet voice, almost a whisper. Her words carried regret, but for Orm, it wasn't enough.

Orm muttered under her breath, "I told you about this a long time ago, which means Phi simply doesn't want to come to my graduation." Frustration filled her heart. A week after their wedding, Ling was already buried in her new project, leaving them with no time to even plan their honeymoon. The graduation day she had imagined spending with Ling now felt further from reality.

Ling sighed before stopping in her tracks. She turned back, stepped closer to Orm, and gently cupped her wife's face. "Baby..." she said, trying to soothe her. "I'm really sorry. I tried to adjust my schedule, but this time, it’s truly unavoidable."

But Orm quickly pushed Ling's hands away from her face. "I don’t want to hear any excuses," she said coldly. "It’s clear that Phi prioritizes work over her own wife. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have married Phi," she added, finally letting out the disappointment she had been holding in since yesterday.

Ling took a deep breath, keeping her voice calm despite the tension. "Orm, I promise, once my shoot is done, we’ll have dinner together to celebrate your graduation. Okay?"

"Don't bother," Orm replied curtly, refusing to even look at her. She pushed Ling toward the front door and shut it without another word, leaving Ling outside.

"Orm..." Ling called, knocking on the door a few times. "I haven’t taken my bag yet," she said again, this time louder.

No response came from inside. But moments later, the door cracked open just enough for Orm’s hand to slip through, shoving