Because I found this bridal entry and it was so beautiful.. I just had to share it.. Especially with a chapter for Samayra as a bride, I got the occasion.. ❤

Ambar POV

I look at myself in the mirror and groan.

"Mom.. It's not even a wedding. It's a reception. Why can't I just wear a tux?" I plead as she pulls out a loose thread from the embroidery of my collar.

"Ambar.. Did you brush?" she says scrunching her nose.

"Ofcourse, I did. Mom.. I'm not a 2 year old child." I groan.

"You still stink of whatever stuff you had last night." She says and I want to speak and argue against my better judgement. But I don't.

Incase you haven't figured out yet. Yes, I'm hungover.. Not as bad as yesterday, because we drank in a limit and also because I didn't spend the night on the couch.

After I returned from Samayra's house last night, I tried to avoid being seen, but Avinash spotted me. He called me out why I had maroon lips and I owned up. I told him, I kissed my wife which was overheard by Chetan.

Chetan being Chetan blackmailed me into drinking again or he would tell mom the reason I went back to her house after dropping Grandma. My cousins joined us as we danced the night off after finishing a bottle of tequila.

"It's Tequila.." I confess to mom.

"Not interested." She says waving me off.

"But I hope you start spending wisely. You are married. Soon enough you'll have kids. Toys and clothes to School fees, extra-curricular classes and what not.. And she's a doctor. If she wants her kids to go to med school as well, I hope you know the cost is in crores." She says.

"Hold on.. Mom.. There's a lot of time.." I try to reason with her.

"That's what I am saying.. Start saving while you still have time." She says a little sternly and I feel her emotions rise towards the surface.

Oh my God. She's gonna cry.

What's with women being comfortable to cry infront of me? Am I so.. Ugly?

"Mom.. Are you crying?"

"I.. It's just.. You were this little kid yesterday.. and today.. you are getting married. It all happened so fast.." she sniffles among words.

"Mom.. I'm married. I got married the day, when that morning you were running around the house arranging things for Samayra's welcome into the house before we left. It's been days that I am married. What's wrong with you? Are you pregnant or what?" I say and regret almost immediately. Damn it. My hungover, talkative ass and Samayra filling my head with pregnancy talks.

That's all I thought about before going to bed last night.

"Ambar... How can you.." she says as my dad dirty talking in their bedroom when Samayra had the allergy comes to my mind.

"Actually you know what.. Don't tell me.." I say ready to walk out and then pause looking at her standing there with her mouth open.

"Mom?" I say.

"huh?" She zones out, and continues, "I should go.." she says and walks out. I just huff and put my footwear on and then try to choose a perfume.

"Ambar.. I just heard mom talking to dad.." Chetan says pushing the door open.

"I don't want to know what that's about.." I say choosing a fragrance from Armani and spraying it on my wrists rubbing them together and then on the nape of my neck.

"She said she's either having her menopause or she's pregnant." He announces even though I didn't want him to.

"Chetan I said... Hold on.. What.." I say shocked realizing the severity of the situation.

"My girl friend's parents are so not agreeing to our marriage.." Chetan whines.

"Chetan stop it. There's nothing..." I was saying when dad walked in.

"Are you guys ready?" He says and we nod.

We don't speak a word, which is so suspicious since we both our always talking. We just comically shake our heads in agreement.

"What's wrong?" He asks and Chetan takes a step towards him.

"You tell us.." he spoke and I interuupted.

"If you're ready...... You tell us if you're ready and let's leave." I say and pinch Chetan's arm as a warning to be quiet.

"Yes.. Come out. The car's are waiting.." dad says and I look threateningly at Chetan as dad leaves.

"I might appear sober, but we're still nourishing a hangover. Let's not over react. I'm sure there's nothing. Let's not make a mountain over a molehill." I tell him and walk out with my head still buzzing.

Why is everyone acting so weird in this house?
Or I just badly want my wife near me.

We sit in the cars and drive to the banquet hall with an open lawn. The decoration of the huge palatial hall was kept light and classy with white and baby pink curtains, and flowers adorning the walls and tables.

I walk towards the main door where a long ribbon was tied and near it stood Sabina and four other girls.

"He's hot.." one of them whispers in the other's ear checking me out unaware that I acquired a few talents in police training academy and could easily lip read them.

"He's a man..." Sabina says and rolls her eyes.

Or maybe not.. Maybe she said something else and I read the movements of her lips wrong. Why would she state something so obvious, except if she hates every specimen of the breed in question.

She hates men. Especially husbands. And considering her husband. I know why.. That's exactly what she said.

We walk forward and Sabina asks for Rs. 31,000. After arguing for the next 10 minutes with the four other girls, one of them spoke.

"Rs. 21,000. Final." She spoke and Sabina looked at her as if bored and wanting to get this over with..

"Ashiya.. Stop it.. Ambar, Just give Rs. 11,000 and get it over with." She says and I shrug. I turn to Chetan and nod. He gives me the money and I give it to the girls. They give me a scissor to cut the ribbon and feed me some sweets before giving me way to walk in marking the end of the first ritual called Ribbon cutting ceremony between the groom and his sister-in-law.

I was led to a very floral stage in the hall with booming music and told to sit on a chair. I look around. 300 people staring at my face like I was here to put up a magic show.

Technically, I'm dressed like that.

Why do they do this? Why am I sitting here on this magnificently large chair with the background of the stage having artificial roman balconies with flowers draping them down. Pink carnations, I suppose.

After I was seated, the music changed to the classic entry song, as I looked up.

There she was. Walking down the aisle with four men(three of her cousin brothers, I suppose and her colleague, Vikram) holding a heavily embroided piece of fabric over her head, the four girls along with Sabina and her mom walked behind her.

She was looking like the queen she was.

She looked ready to conquer.

She looked ready to rule over hearts and mine was thumping in my chest loudly, ready to leap out and fall on her feet.

She was my queen afterall. From this onwards.

(Couldn't decide on one picture 😉)

Our eyes met and a curve formed on her lips.

I smiled in response as she walks forward with confidence oozing out.

The next few hours were me patiently thinking about the drug racket case, considering evidences and leads we could pursue, so that time could pass quickly.

She sat on the chair with me as guests showered us with gifts and money envelopes. We posed for the photographs and then had lunch.

A long table was laid out where the family was served lunch. I sat between my mom and Samayra.

"It is time for THE DANCE.." I heard someone say and look at Chetan standing their with the mike in his hand. He pointed at the DJ and the song changed to a couple dance.

(attaching the youtube link in next chapter)

"What the fuck.." I exclaim, ready to strangle Chetan with my bare hands, as my mom clears her throat sitting on the chair on one side with Samayra on the other side when we were on the make-shift dining table having lunch.

"Scared, that you'll look clumsy before me?" Samayra asks and I just smiled.

"I have two left feet. I'll look clumsy even before Danish.." I say referring to when he was dancing earlier while we received gifts.

"Follow my lead.." she says getting up and offers her hand.

"May I have this dance, sir?" she says with a wink and I laugh.

"Milady.." I say and take her hand walking her to the dance floor.

"Both hands on my waist.." she say placing both her hands on my shoulders.

"You sure that, I won't look like a pervert?" I ask and do as told.

"You'll need a plastic surgery to not look like a pervert." She says and takes a step closer and I was suddenly aware of our proximity. I was aware of her chest grazing on my front and my breath falling on her neck.

I wanted to comeback with a witty one-liner but the little distance between her body and me was making my brain freeze.

"Uhmm.. Move the foot on whichever shoulder I tap sideways, like this.." she says and I follow her lead. We start a slow pace looking into each other's eyes as she tapped my shoulders to the song's beat and I moved my feet accordingly.

"Twirl me.." she says and I look at her confused.

"What's a twirl?" I ask and she looked ready to facepalm herself if she could. But we were stuck moving our feet in synchrony and rotating in slow circles, almost hugging each other.

"Hold my index finger and stand still. I'll revolve around you.." she says and I understand what she meant, with little experience from the weddings, I had attended.

"I'll be your sun.. And you can be my earth.." I say with a cheeky smile.

"I'll be your moon.. and you can be my earth.." she says with a cunning smile as I take her left arm's hand choosing the index finger and holding it up her head.

She started 'twirling' as the borders of her dress hit me from time to time.

Then after twirling and then another minute of us moving in easy synchrony, as she guided me, she told me to just hug her from behind when she'd shift and circle. I did and she placed her hands crossed over mine, posing for the photographs as the song came to an end.

(That's the cover.. ❤)

Bidayi or Goodbye was an emotional affair AGAIN (as expected) and took Samayra half a box of tissues to stop crying and blowing her nose.

We were a street away from home, when I spoke, "I'm sure your father is so happy to get rid of you 'hangry' ass."

I finger quoted the word 'hangry' and she frowned.

"Shut up." She said wiping a stray tear.

"And your mom looked kind of happy tonight." I say.

"She's always happy.." she says looking out of the window. We were in the backseat with a hired driver for the night.

My mom said driving on your wedding day is bad luck. I didn't want to argue.

"She loves me.." I say trying to tease her for a fight.

"She loves everyone.." Samayra says and shrugs.

"I think you're jealous.." I say trying my best to cheer her up. She goes quiet for a while and then speaks again.

"Ambar.. Do you have any problem if I decide to not change my last name?" she says turning to look at me.

"Umm.. No... It's your choice.. Like ofcourse I would feel honored if you change it. But it's completely okay if you don't." I say and she leans into me. I put my arm around her, caressing her hair.

"Thank you.." she says and I kiss her forehead.

We were home soon and after some rituals, teasing and joking with my cousins, we had dinner together still dressed in the fancy dress.

Samayra was then taken to the bedroom and I was told to go after another 10 minutes.

Chetan offered some liquid courage because Avinash had texted him to do so.

Avinash had left for his family trip this morning.

"Bhaiii.." my cousin sister Kaashi spoke standing outside my bedroom door.

"What are you doing here? Get aside. I need to go in." I say trying to push her.

"5100" she says as two other cousins exit my bedroom standing by her side.

"What 5100?" I say.

"Rs. 5100. Shagun (blessing)"

"I paid Rs. 11,000 to her sister and now I am not paying 5100 to my own." I say and she shrugs.

"Okay then.. Go sleep in the living room or with Chetan.." she says.

"Excuse me. That's my bedroom. You can't stop me."

"We can.. and we are doing it." She says as I hear the clattering of bangles and imagine Samayra undressing.

I'm so fuckin turned on and right now. I just need to get inside.

I immediately pull out my wallet and look in.

"I have Rs. 3700 right now. I'll give the rest tomorrow." I say.

"Just use Google pay or Paytm." She says still not leaving the door.

"Kaashi. You don't trust me?" I say almost frustrated.

"No.. We need the money and we need it now." She says.

I hear the door open and turn to look at Samayra walking out.

"Here.. 1500.. It's from his cupboard." She says handing out the money to Kaashi.

"But Bhabhi.. You should be sitting inside and.." Kaasshi was about to say when I snatch the money from her hand and take out 100 bucks giving back the rest.

"3600 here and that 1500. You got your 5100.. Now get out." I say snapping my fingers. She takes the money from Samayra and Samayra nods sweetly. They say their goodbyes and leave.

I enter and look at her.

"Someone is in a hurry, to get laid." I say as she throws away the dupatta covering her head.

"No.. I have a headache. Help me with this.." she says turning and pointing to her bun.

The next half hour was spent untangling her hair as she goes to remove her make up and jewelry and I change out of my sherwani.

I enter the room and find her standing facing the mirror trying to reach the strings of her blouse.

I couldn't help but go hug her from behind and plant kisses on her neck. She moaned and turned towards me, tangling her fingers in my hair and kissing me hard. She initiated what I had been wanting for a while now.

Soon, we were engaged in a heavy make-out session as I carried her to the bed, and pushing her backwards before joining her in bed, finding the knots and zips to undress her, unable to get enough of her lips and body. The feeling of her soft warm skin addictive.

We didn't know manners or formalities in that moment.

We sure as hell didn't feel like strangers living together. We felt like two souls that knew each other from an eternity.

And we very well knew, the white hot need pulsating through our bodies for each other.
We wanted to feel each other.
So deeply and so closely.
We wanted to be together and joined.
We wanted to be one.

And we did become one, moaning and screaming for each other, chasing the ecstatic oblivion.

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Around two hours later of unable to resist being pulled apart, we lay naked under the sheets with our sweaty bodies entwined, breathing heavily and looking up at the ceiling.

"What the fuck was that?" She says still panting.

"You just looked so.. hot and.."

"Fuckable?" she says putting her head back on the pillow and put some distance between us.

"Umm.. Yeah.. I mean.. If that doesn't sound so pervy.. " I stammer, my heart still thumping loudly in my chest.

"It's okay. With all the stress and tension, I sure as hell needed a good fuck.." she says looking at me with a very satisfied smirk and I smile.

"Thank you.." I say proudly.

"I'm surely a very good fûck." I say as my phone rings on the bedside.

"Just a minute." I say and reach out to pick it up.

"Sir, we have nabbed 3.5 kgs of heroine from a Car along with some very dangerous unlicensed weaponry. We thought you'd like to interrogate the accused before he's bailed. And also the media and tv reporters want to talk to you regarding the heroine, since Avinash sir is on leave." He says and I turn to look at my wife, lying there with the blanket draped over her chest, her bare shoulders visible and her hair falling on the pillow.

She looked so inviting and still, I had a duty to the constitution and unlicensed weaponry needs urgent attention.

Killed citizens is worse than having to leave your wife alone on your 'kind of' wedding night.

"I'll be there in 10." I say getting up off the bed.