A m a y r a

The wooden doors opened ajar and a harmonious background music started playing. About a few meters away stood the man of my life, Alexander Smith, in all his glory. He was dressed in the same tux as earlier with an added white rose and the gloves deducted.

This was the first time I saw him without a pair of gloves adorning his veined hands. And may I say I already have hand fetish, if any such word existed.

This was also the very first time he stood among a public gathering as a part of Smith family. The paparazzi were going crazy behind me. The security arranged by Mr. Smith, was having a hard time in controlling them. Even though Alexander demanded for a private ceremony, James Smith surprised him with a large and fat wedding, displaying the Smith's wealth and power.

I walked down the aisle, hands linked with Mr. Smith. Alexander's jaw ticked as soon as he saw his dad beside me. His eyes landed on me and it visibly softened for a fraction of second, before getting filled with a new determination. Determination of truly making my life a living hell.

Mr. Smith passed my hands into Alexander's. He held them firmly but I could feel the wave of nervousness passing through our linked hands.

"We have gathered here to witness the union of two souls." The Priest began.

"Lady Amayra Willson and Man Alexander Smith, have you come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage?" He asked.

"I do." I replied.

"I don't but that doesn't matter anymore. Move on." Alexander replied, clearly humiliating me now. Luckily, the doors were sealed and the only people sitting in the hall were our families along with Aunt Malisa and his husband and a very few unknown faces, all related to Smiths nonetheless.

The Priest looked confused but moved on anyhow.

"Will you honour each other as man and wife for the rest of your life?" He asked.

"Will do." I replied.

"Will do." Alexander followed.

"Will you accept children lovingly from God, and bring them up according to the christ and his church?" He asked.

"Will do." I replied.

"I won't compel them to stick to Cristianity honestly. It's an individual's choice to choose their religion." Alexander shrugged.

The Priest, along with all other elderly members, now looked annoyed.

"Any holy man or woman who objects this holy alliance of matrimony may step forward now." The Priest declared.

The hall remained silent.

"Oh common! None of you got the guts to save us?" Alexander asked, continuing to annoy everyone.

Only if I could kick his butt at this instant.

"Alexander please pledge your vows truthfully and seal your vows with the wedding ring." The Priest said, already tired of Alexander's tantrum.

"I, Alexander Simon Smith, take you Amayra Alexandra Willson as my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poor, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us apart, according to God's holy law. In the presence of God, I make this vow." He said sliding the ring into my finger.

"Also, I promise you to respect you and your choices, your aims and ambitions, and your equal participation in the future that awaits us. No matter what society or the monsterous family of mine says, you'll have my support in every decision of your life. Feel no pressure of responsibilities or vows, love or no love, married or not, I promise to support you with anything and everything reasonable. I am an asshole and I can't do a shit to change that, so better co-ep up with me. I'll be respecting your boundaries and I expect the same with you. With that said, I now accept you as my better half." He added looking into my eyes.

I never expected him to actually try and write any vows from his side, let along a such an honest one. And saying that I was touched, would be an understatement.

"Amayra please pledge your vows truthfully and seal your vows with the wedding ring." The Priest encouraged me.

Clearing my throat I said, "I, Amyra Alexandra Willson, take you Alexander Simon Smith to be my husband to have and to hold from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poor, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us apart, according to God's holy law. In the presence of God, I make this vow."

"I can't promise to not annoy the shit out of you. Neither can I guarantee that I will allow you to get rid of my irritating ass as easily as this marriage is taking place. Because trust me you can't. But I here by take an oath to respect and support you in any and every phase of your life, love or no love, married or unmarried, I'll always be there for you till I am conscious and breathing in my body. I promise you to stick by your side and alem the vows I took today with all my heart. No matter how much of an asshole you prove to be, I promise to cherish you till the end. With that said, I take you as my better half." I slid the ring into his finger.

"This is the most wierd wedding I am ever holding." The Priest muttered.

"With the authority vested in me I pronounce you husband and wife. The groom may kiss his bride to seal the vows in the name of holy spirit of God." He announced.

My eyes widened at the command of kissing Alexander. While my newly wedded husband, mirrored my expressions. At the constant cheering of the crowd, I noticed him sneakily putting on his gloves. He then reached for my waist and pulled me into his chest, taking me by surprise. To my utter surprise, he kept his thumb on my lips, and leaned in. He pretended to kiss me while his lips only rested on his gloved thumb.

Parting slightly, he leaned down to my ear and whispered, "Welcome to hell, wifey."

Before I could react, he walked out of the hall via the back gate and never tried to give me a last glance. I stood their dumbfounded, watching my husband already walking out of the wedding ceremony. Our wedding ceremony.

The asshole didn't even give me a proper wedding reception.

And to top up everything, I was fucking hungry.

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