Her big day.
Everything was ready: the Church had been embellished, the guests had already arrived and they were sitting on benches, waiting anxiously.
And the groom was already near the altar, all dressed up with a black tuxedo, the bow tie around his neck and hair pulled back with a coat of gel, only a few tufts left fell free to give the serious look.
She was just missing her.
It was the day.
The great day of marriage between Arohi Alhuwalia and Siddhart Malhotra, the two most popular guys in the field of acting.
And now, they were about to get married, in order to fulfill the dream of many fans.
-Oh Arohi, you're so beautiful! 'cried Sankit, with shining eyes.
The girl looked at the brother, wrapped in a beautiful wedding dress, , and give him a bright smile.
The long black hair was elegantly styled and the curtain fell behind her shoulders, held back by a circlet of small diamonds.
A girl was bent over the skirt of her dress and she was arranging.
-My child, you are really beautiful! - Exclaimed her mother, approaching to meet her. She was dressed in a beautiful dress, elegant and a little gorgeous.
She clasped her in an embrace, and the bride giggled a little for feeling uncomfortable.
-Mom, you too? Come on, indeed is nothing so tragic! -
She broke up the hug and start dancing with her mom.
-Miss Arohi! Be careful, it could rip the dress! -
Scolded her the girl, who immediately took to rewind the skirt.
Arohi calmed down and smiled sadly, driving her tongue out.
-Excuse me ... -
She stood motionless and waited that she finish to prepare her.
***
When the ceremony finally began, all the guests rose up, respectful and eager to see the bride.
And on the first notes of the wedding march, she stood there, flanked by Sankit.
She, Arohi Alhuwalia.
Beautiful as she had never been before.
Shining almost like a goddess descended on earth.
Delicate as the wings of a fragile butterfly that has just discovered the joy of flying.
She walked along the corridor that would take her to the altar.
That would take her to him.
Siddhart smiled at her reassuringly and she smiled back, leaving Sankit's arm and finally reach the altar.
The groom took her hand, stroking the palm.
And the ceremony began. The priest uttered all set up and the couple exchanged more than a glance accomplice, ready for their last appearance.
And then, finally, the fateful words.
-Do you, Siddhart Malhotra take this her Arohi Alhuwalia as your legitimize wife? -
-I do.-
Siddhart turned to Arohi and slid the ring on her finger, letting it slip gently.
-And do you Arohi Alhuwalia take this him Siddhart Malhotra as your lawfully wedded husband? -
-I Do.-
Replied the girl firmly, and with a bright smile and shining eyes slipped the ring on the finger of Siddhart .
-Good. If anyone opposes this marriage, speak now or forever be silent .-
-Me! I am opposed to this marriage! 'said a voice.
He was a tall and muscular boy. The black hair, smooth and fine as violin strings, fell on chocolate colored yes. He was shortness of breath, a sign that he had just a long ride.
-ARJUN ... what the hell are you doing here? -
Exclaimed Arhi suprised, advancing a few steps down the aisle of the Church, under the gaze of all surprised.
Arjun approached her, and take her hands and look at her so eagerly that she felt blaze.
-Arohi, you can not marry him!... He do not deserve you! - he barked, indicating Siddhart..
-Hey! - protested Siddhart, but Arjun ignored him, too focused on the bride.
On her Arohi.
-Arjun... What are you ..? - Stammered the girl, confused and pleasantly surprised.
That thing make her so amazed that she no longer had the strength to laugh or make one of her usual jokes.
He take her by the shoulders, shaking vigorously, the expression of anguish and despair that inexplicably was reflected in those eyes where she had seen only ever apathetic.
- Arohi you can not marry him! You can not ... I ... I love you! -
He whispered the last words, with a sincere and sorrowful whisper, that warmed her heart in her chest and made her melt slowly.
-Ar..Arjun... I ... ... -
-Ssssh ... Do not say anything! Just ... -
But he did not finish the sentence because his lips pressed to those of Arohi and he kissed her gently.
One last kiss stained with passion. Feelings. Love.
When their lips parted slowly, they looked into each other eyes, searching each other like they had never done before.
They were in a world of their own, where the wedding guests and the whole Church no longer existed.
There were only two of them: Arjun and Arohi. Arohi and Arjun. And their love. Nothing more.
Arohi smiled, holding up her hand and stroked his cheek.
-I love you too ... but Arjun-
She bit her lower lip, undecided, looking down, obviously uncomfortable.
He looked anxious, ready for that refusal that would separate them forever.
Finally, after what seemed an infinity of time, Arohi looked up on the face of the young.
Then she grinned, amused.
"But you could not wait until the end of the filming of my new movie 'A marriage between celebrities' before declaring?
Now two years have passed since that day and my life is happy. Two strong arms clasped behind me, stroking my belly slightly swollen, and a mouth landed on my neck kissing it.
<<Are you happy ... Mrs. Singhania? >> he asked in a low voice as I watched the face of my daughter Priya, who slept. <<Yes, now I am ... Mr. Singhania>> I turned and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly-.
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