SanDhir FF: Of Broken Hearts (Chapter 20 (LAST) on Page 81) - Page 55

A lot happened over the next few weeks. Sanyukta introduced Randhir to her family as her boyfriend. Her brother and father who were still upset with Sanyukta, decided to give her and Randhir's relationship a chance and had already coordinated with Renuka, Randhir's mom for their marriage. Randhir hadn't spoken to his mom for many years, but when Sanyukta asked him to forget about the past and start a new life with his mother as well, he agreed.

Marriage preparations were already going on for the two. But first, they had to attend Gerwyn and Sana's marriage ceremony which was coincidentally two weeks before their own.

The day of the reception, Sanyukta was getting ready, with Randhir getting ready on the other side of the room.

"Randhir," Sanyukta said casually, taking off her clothes, so she was only in her undergarments. The comfort level between them had grown so much that they dressed (and undressed) in front of each other with ease. "I need your help."

She took out her sari, along with the petticoat and blouse she was going to wear from the closet and placed them on the bed.

"Yeah?" Randhir said, removing his shirt.

She put the blouse on and swept her hair to one side of her face.

"Tie this please," she said.

Smirking, he rushed up to her, and ran his fingers up her back, causing her to shiver. Instead of tying the blouse together, he slipped it off her shoulders.

"Randhiiir," she whined. "We have to get ready."

"It'll only take five minutes Sanyukta," he said, kissing her bare shoulder.

"Five minutes?" she questioned, raising her eyebrow, even though he couldn't see her expression. "Randhir you will last less than five minutes?"

Then she burst out laughing. He planted kisses down her back.

"You're just getting hotter day by day," he muttered, falling to his knees and kissing her waist, making her squeeze her eyes shut.

He held her waist gently, squeezing it, causing her to gasp.

"Randhir," she moaned. "We'll be late."

He was about to move his lips lower down her body when she let herself fall to the ground and face him. She captured his lips with hers and kissed him passionately, her body burning with desire. He pulled her on to his lap and trailed kisses down her neck.

"Let's not go at all," he murmured, sucking on her collarbone gently, causing her to moan again.

"We can't do that to Gerwyn and Sana," she murmured, having a hard time agreeing to what she herself was saying.

"We'll be quick," he said, unclasping her bra and tracing her cleavage with his lips.

She held his face as close to her body as possible and closed her eyes again, giving in to temptation.

"Be quicker," she urged.

"Okay then, you asked for it," he said, unbuckling his belt.

She blushed and threw her arms around him as they made love on the floor. This wasn't new for them. Ever since they started, they didn't spare a single corner of the house.

When they finished, he helped her tie on her blouse and she pulled her sari on, her body glowing. He kissed her cheek and then proceeded to get ready himself. Once they were ready, Sanyukta wrapped her hand around his arm and they made their way to the car, stealing glances at each other and blushing the whole drive there.

"I have to tell you something," she said to him later that evening, as they were slow dancing.

He held her closer and lightly brushed her ear with his lips.

"Mhmmm?" he asked.

"You better marry me quickly," she ordered. "I'm pregnant."

He pulled back and stared at her, his eyes wide with shock. Grabbing her hand, he dragged her out of the reception hall.

"Really?" he asked, holding her against a pillar.

He placed his hands on either side of her head as she nodded, a small smile on her face.

She noticed his eyes light up before he kissed her passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

"We better get married within two weeks. If my parent's find out they will kill me," she muttered against his lips.

"Want to run away and get married now?" he asked, removing his lips from hers, his tone serious.

She felt herself blush. The idea was thrilling but she couldn't do that.

"Randhir... if my parent's know that I've been living with you, I'll get killed. Secondly, if they find out I'm pregnant they'll kill me again. And finally, if they find out I married you behind their backs, I'll get killed once more. Do you want me to die?" she asked impatiently.

Before he could say anything, she let her lips crash against his once again, as if they were pulled forward by some magnetic force. His hands held her waist gently, and the feeling of his fingers on her bare skin made her shiver.

"I love you," he whispered, pulling back. "And now I will love small Sanyu."

"Small Sanyu?" she inquired, smiling widely, circling her arms around his hips, pulling him closer to her. "Why not small Randhir?"

He kissed her forehead softly.

"I want our child to be exactly like you," he told her.

"Our child is going to be like you too Randhir. It's basic genetics!" she said, resting her head on his chest.

"You're trapped with me now Sanyukta," he said with a smirk, his face resting on top of her head.

"That's what I always wanted," she said lightly, giggling. "I love you after all."

"By the way, how far along are you?" Randhir asked.

"I'm not sure, but I have to be less than a month," she replied, pulling back and kissing him on the lips softly.

Two weeks later, Sanyukta couldn't stop smiling while their wedding ceremony was taking place. Parth and Vidhushi were also present, both of whom were having a hard time staying away from each other. She smiled at Randhir, who smiled back at her.

"I think Parth's changed for the better now," he whispered to her.

"They look like they're in love," Sanyukta replied, happily. "I think we might have to attend another wedding soon."

Kaustuki, Sahil, Jiggy, Yo-Yo and Vardhaan sir also attended their wedding. It was like a reunion of their year.

That night, Randhir and Sanyukta experienced marital bliss for the first time as their bodies merged as one. She silently lay in his arms that night, both of them content and happy, their minds calm.

Sanyukta sighed happily, remembering their journey to this point of their life.

She had feared he would break her heart back when they were in college, but she broke his heart instead. In the process, she broke her own heart. A ray of hope appeared when they were united by fate, and they were able to mend their broken hearts. The two broken hearts found solace in each other and healed. He was able to love her again, and she was able to fix his broken heart... the cure was just one word: love.

Just like Randhir and Sanyukta were two repelling particles that were joined by this powerful force, their two broken hearts were cured by this same force called love. It had capabilities beyond reasoning.

"I love you," she whispered happily.

"I love you too Sanyukta," Randhir replied, kissing the top of her head.

Love only ever mended, never broke, and pain was temporary, never was it forever. The cure for a broken heart made hearts stronger than ever.