Chapter 32: The big day

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Chapter 32: The big day

                “I can’t believe are you are having a Hindu and Christian religious ceremony, and your parents are cool with that.” Sal said as she straightened my hair from the back. It would be weird and different from any other wedding anyone has ever gone to, but I didn't care if anyone decided to gossip of how much disgrace we were to this was to our culture. Honestly, today wasn't about pleasing everyone. It is about me and Ethan and no one else.

                “I know it’s weird, but I it can’t be one or the other because that would mean we are belittling the other persons beliefs.  Plus we aren't the most religious people in the whole entire world, so we didn’t that think it’s that big of a deal.” I said honestly. The make-up lady had come over my house around noon this morning, and it was already three. Being a bride and looking good is the most stressful and time consuming job.

                “I can’t believe you guys are getting married. I am so happy for you guys. You guys were basically were already married, but  this is just now making it official.” I couldn’t believe I was going to be Mrs. Meyers. The thought made me all jittery.  Today I was going to be saying the words ‘I do’ and walking around the fire seven times. My mother came into the room, an she was smiling like a mad woman. She ran up to me with tear in her eyes. She grabbed my hands and grinned.

                “Your mendhi (henna) is dark. You know what that means right?” She said tracing her finger around my hands. “That means your husband is going to love you a lot, but you already know that. I am so happy you were able to follow you heart something I never had the courage to do.” My eyes had tears covering them, and my mother grabbed me into an embrace.

                I started crying like a baby which sucks for my make-up artist, but I didn’t care. I felt like I have broken a tradition in our family. I broke a tradition that haunted women to not have a say in their life. That they were now free, don’t get me wrong it’s not like they were chained to the wall, but sometimes we had no choice but to listen to our parent. There were some matters that we didn’t have a choice in because it was a form of respect, but now I was opening a new gate. I was allowing kids to be able to speak without being scared of getting yelled at. I was starting a new tradition. A tradition to be free.

                “Girl you can’t not cry, I just did your make up.” My makeup signed dramatically. My mother and me laughed, and I wiped my tears, and started the whole process again.

Ethan POV

                “Can you calm down?” Aman said to me as he tried to adjust my tie. I felt like I was about to vomit. I couldn’t believe I was getting married. Don’t get me wrong I was somewhat happy, but I was also a guy which meant I wanted to run away.

                “I am trying to, but I am getting married. I’m only twenty-three and I am settling down.” I started pacing back and forth like a mad women. Aman grabbed by shoulders, and slapped me across the face.

                “Get a grip man!” He started shaking his shoulder violently. Aman was my best man which is ironic considering the fact we barley talked to each other in high school, I didn’t even know he existed. After me and Naina started going out I was forced to hang out with Aman, and I learned that he was pretty chill guy. He did a lot for me in the past years, and I couldn’t have found a better best man.

                “Bro stop hitting me. What the fuck is wrong with you?”  I said violently taking his hands off of me and running my hands threw my hair.

                “Okay I am about to be big brother. I am not your best man right now. If you ever hurt Naina in anyway, or runaway on this wedding day, I will come to your house and kick your ass.” That’s all it took to make me laugh. I couldn’t stop laughing that was enough to calm my nerves down.

                “I am serious Ethan!” Aman screamed on top of his lungs.

                “Wait you weren’t joking?” I ask in bewilderment. “Aman you have no muscle.” Realization dawned on Aman’s face, and he started cussing under his breath about how I am an ass and deserves to rot in hell.

                “Don’t you think this happening all too fast?  I told Naina that I am fine which I am, but I feel like I haven’t had time to comprehend anything.”  I said honestly. I wanted to tell Naina, but I didn’t want her to freak out. Knowing Naina she would think the worse, and assume that I wanted to leave her.

                “It’s happening fast. I understand how you feel. Look Ethan you kind of settled down when you started dating Naina. Sure marriage is scary because you are committing to one person, and when you were dating you always had the option to leave, but now you don’t have the option. But seriously Ethan knowing you, you would never have left Naina. You guys have gone through so much. This isn’t the scariest think you have ever done. Trust me, when you see her walk down the aisle it will only confirm that everything you are thinking is nonsense.”

                We have done worse. We have gone through a lot more than getting married rapidly. I guess I just wish we could have enjoyed the process more, and her judgmental family wasn’t judging us.

                “Your right.”

                “I am always right. Let’s now get you to the wedding.”

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Naina POV

                I could see everyone gathering from the corner of my eyes. It was about to start I t was going to happen. I couldn’t be more scared, but it wasn’t a terrified scared it was a happy  scared. It was the fact that I got to spend my whole life with the person I cared for, and I was scared for the future.

                My father tapped me to the shoulders. “You ready.”  I smiled. If you had asked me a year ago, if my father would have been at my wedding I would have laughed in your face saying that would never happen.

                “Ready as I will ever be.” I looked at my two bride’s maid. Both my sister and Sal were wearing an indian dress. It was a very light brown from the top to underneath the chest. The brown had light silver embroidery all over is shaped as flowers. The dress went from light brown to red at the bottom. The red was puffy almost Cinderella gown like. The dress had red long sleeves. Both my brides maid had their hair curled with a silver tikka on their forehead.

                They walked out with their red and white roses bouquets to the outdoor alter. I grabbed my father’s hand and followed them from behind.  I heard the music for my entrance playing in the background. As I walked down the aisle, I couldn’t believe how beautiful it looked. We were in a forest which trees covering all around us with a lake as a back drop. The aisle was white with red rose petals surrounding it. There were wooden chairs and the chairs closest to the aisles had white cloth tying all the chairs together in a line. Each chair at the end had a jar with a candle in it. The trees were covered in Christmas light, and were starting to twinkle as the sun set.  There were large tall bouquet of red roses at the end of aisle surrounding both the bridesmaid and grooms men.

                Then there was my future husbands standing on a wooden deck that was covered in white-silk curtains with a small fire in the background, but none of the decorations matter. The only thing I couldn’t stop looking at was him.

                Ethan Meyers. I would have never thought I would be marrying him. All of this felt so surreal. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was marrying the most perfect guy, and the way he stood there looking like a model made my heart beat ten times faster. I don’t think I could ever look at Ethan and not feel the same way I did when I first told him I loved him.

                He look perfect. He looked like double 07 in that tux. His light brown hair was styled to wear it was a zayn malik look. His eyes were shinning with so much happiness. They dazzled like gems, and his smile was so breath taking. He was wearing a black and white suit that fit his body perfectly, and I couldn’t help but smile knowing he was mines only mines.

Ethan POV

                “You have the rings?” I hissed as Aman as we awaited the bride to walk down the aisle.

                “Of course! Do you not have any fate in me?” I gave Aman a look, and he nodded in agreement knowing he would lose the rings. “How are you feeling Ethan?” He asked.  I gave him a sincere answer.

                “I am waiting for her to walk down the aisle, so I know for sure.” Then the classic song ‘here comes the bride’ the organist started playing.  When I saw her walk down the aisle, all my questions were answered.

                Naina look like an angel descending from the heavens. I was not familiar with Indian clothing, but it didn’t matter because she looked spectacular.  Her hair was tied in to a bun with flowers all around them, but was covered with what seemed like a veil. The veil was dark red with golden embroidery all over them, but there was a deep dark golden border.  Her whole outfit was covered with golden sparkles over the red. Her dress was tight from the top but then as it got towards the bottom it slowly became looser it was more form fitted.  She had dots in a line over her eyebrows that were switching from the color red and gold. She had a thick golden tikka, golden nose ring and multiple golden necklaces around her neck. I didn’t really know much about makeup, but she looked gorgeous.

                I couldn’t believe she was mine. Every morning when I would wake up and she would be smiling in her sleep, I couldn’t help but think I didn’t deserve her. She was beautiful both inside and out. She was sweet, kind, and smart. She was always passionate about everything she did.I loved the little things about her.  She would always lick her lips when she was nervous, and furry her eyebrows when she confused. She always was try to contain her anger, and she was a neat freak. I didn’t deserve her. She was too perfect for even me. She sacrifice everything for me. She loved me a way that I could never love her back even if I tried.

                All I knew is that until the day we died in each other arms, I would use all my energy to make her happy.

Naina POV

                When my father handed me to Ethan, Ethan pulled me to his chest and whispered in his ear. “You look beautiful.” I let out a giggle that luckily no one heard.

                “You don’t look so shabby either.” He looked hot, and he knew it. I could tell by the smirk of his face.  We walked towards the first priest. Let the ceremony began.

                “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness this holy matrimony of Naina kapoor and Ethan Meyers.” The priest went on about stuff I didn’t understand, and I wasn’t really paying attention. I know I should have, but I was too busy drooling over my husband.

                “Now the couple will exchange their vowels.” Ethan cleared his throat deciding that he was to go first.

                “I promise to encourage your compassion,Because that is what makes you unique and wonderful.I promise to nurture your dreams,Because through them your soul shines.I promise to help shoulder our challenges,For there is nothing we cannot face if we stand together.I promise to be your partner in all things,Not possessing you, but working with you as a part of the whole.Lastly, I promise to you perfect love and perfect trust,For one lifetime with you could never be enough.
This is my sacred vow to you, my equal in all things.” I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I  took  out my vows, and I couldn’t help but find the difficulty in reciting of my vows.

     "I promise to always love you. As sure as the sun will rise tomorrow, I will always love you. Your love is inspiring to me everyday. You are the kindest, most sincere person I know. I promise to never take your love for granted. I promise to always love you as sure as the starts shine at night. Your love is like water. Formless, shapeless. It is peaceful.” We could hear the tears and the sobs coming from the people around us. I couldn’t help, but choke on my words. The priest continued the ceremony as we tried to calm ourselves.

                 "May I have the rings. Let us pray. Bless, O Lord, the giving and receiving of these rings. May Ethan and Naina abide in Thy peace and grow in their knowledge of Your presence through their loving union. May the seamless circle of these rings become the symbol of their endless love and serve to remind them of the holy covenant they have entered into today to be faithful, loving, and kind to each other. Dear God, may they live in Your grace and be forever true to this union. Amen."

        Ethan grabbed the diamond ring and help my hand with his tender fingers as he slowly talked directly to me and no one else.  "Naina, I give you this ring as a symbol of our vows, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. With this ring, I thee wed." I smiled at him grabbing his ring and doing the same.

 " Ethan, I give you this ring as a symbol of our vows, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. With this ring, I thee wed."

                We slowly transitioned ourselves to the Hindu traditional part of the wedding. We circled around the fire, and the persist exchange some words, and then we slowly made our way up to walk around the first seven times. Towards the middle,  we exchange spots and he walked in front of me. It was so funny to see to see Ethan trying to understand the rituals as he struggled.

                Then the best part happened. The part where I use to take my necklace and put it around my neck or how I use to take red marker and apply it to my forehead. Ethan slowly took the red power and steadily applied it on top my forehead. I closed my eye as his fingers lingered on my forehead.  He slowly took the necklace that was black all around with a silver Indian looking pendant on it. He placed it around my neck, and it was at that moment I became his.

                “I know pronounce you husband and wife.” Ethan didn’t hesitate to bring his lips to mine. His lips were soft and filled with passion. The kiss was slow and tender, but yet it was filled with so much love.  We both smiled through the kiss. I was finally happy.

***

        “Give it up for Mr and Mrs. Meyers.” Everyone yelled as we entered the country club next to the forest. “Everyone the Meyers will now begin their first dance.” We made it on to the dance floor. Ethan held me close to his chest.

        I securely wrapped my arms around him with my right hand locked with his. The music began playing. We turned, dipped within the beats, we moved with every muscle of our bodies. He twirled me around within the music and dipped me in many random beats. 

            “Remember the first time we danced like this together?” Ethan asked.

            “At the Europe trip.” I replied smiling like a mad women. It felt like yesterday when we first met. “Gosh I hated you so much!” I shrieked, and Ethan just laughed.

            “Then I used your charm, and became your superman.” I shook my head remembering the time in the train how he claimed he was my superman. I couldn’t help but giggle at how crazy we were back then.

            “Do you want to play twenty questions?” He suggested trying to reminisce in the beginning of our stages

            “How about one question?” I suggested.

            “Okay hit me.”

            “Are you ready to spend the rest of our lives together?”

            “Ready as I will ever be.” Then we dance the way to the rest of our lives.

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ITS OVER!! WOW I CANT BELIEVE IT! I;M SORRY I WASN’T REALLY DETAILED ON THE INDIAN CERMONY PART BECAUSE I AM NOT HINDU AND I DON’T KNOW THE RITUALS, BUT ANYWAYS THIS WAS MY FIRST STORY SO I AM SORRY THAT I MIGHT HAVE SUGGESTED SOMETHINGS ABOUT INDIANS THAT AREN’T TRUE. I REALLY HOPE THIS LIVED UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS!

I HAVE COME UP TO THE CONCLUSION THAT I WILL BE WRITING ABOUT THEIR FUTURE GENERATION!!! ITS WILL BE CALLED “ADRENALINE Junkines!” I needed ideas for what you guys what to name their kids. I had some ideas, but I would love to hear your recommendations.

THERE WILL BE AN EPILOGUE SOMETIME SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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