𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

Chapter 34

Adhya POV:

I finished editing the final draft of my new book, and I sent it off to my assistant for publication. Stretching my arms and welcoming a break, I heard a knock on the door. I knew it would be Prakash bhai. I opened the door, and he handed me a letter before leaving. Over the past two days, Abhi had showered me with gifts - chocolates, teddy bears, ice creams, and even books. However, today's surprise was just a letter. Eagerly, I unfolded the letter to read.

My angel,

In the symphony of life, you are the melody that plays in my heart, the rhythm of my breath, and the essence of my existence. Each beat of my heart echoes the refrain of your love, and every breath I take is filled with the fragrance of our shared moments.

You are the soulful composition of my emotions, and the very air that gives life to my spirit. Just as you are the lyrics to the song my heart sings, you are also the canvas upon which my feelings are painted.

Your love is my sanctuary, my refuge from the storms of life. It is both the question and the answer, the thirst and the quenching, and the attire that adorns the essence of my being.

Our love is not just a chapter in the book of my life; it is the book itself. You are the revelation, the sin, the longing, and the attire that wraps around the core of my very existence. In the dance of victories and defeats, you are both my triumph and my surrender.

As I pen down these words, they are not just letters but a testament to the sacred bond we share. Our love is my secret, my rebellion, my yearning, and the very essence of my life. Every triumph and every defeat, every whisper and every shout, it's all you.

With all my love,

Your maan.

I read the letter Abhi sent me, and tears welled up in my eyes. I must have read it over and over, hugging the letter close. The tears weren't because of sadness, but out of sheer happiness. Who said I was a great author? Show them this letter; it's a masterpiece. I longed to see Abhi, to hug and kiss him until he understood the depth of my emotions. But maa said it is tradition, groom shouldn't see the bride before the wedding. So, I called him.

He picked up immediately, "Maan," I whispered, there was a silence,"Did you cry, angel?" he asked. I replied, "No, Maan, it's—" He cut me off, demanding "Who the hell made you cry angel." I assured him no one did, and he interrupted again, asking "Where are you angel, and why did you cry so much that even your throat changed."

"Maan, calm down," I said. Silence followed, and I continued, "No one made me cry; it's because of you." He asked "what did I do", and as I began to explain, he cut me off again saying " I'm sorry for anything that made you cry, Angel. I am truly sorry."

This man really!! Sighing, I stated, "Will you never let me complete?" Another silence followed. I explained, "It's because of the letter you gave me. I cried out of happiness, Maan. I cried because all the love in me for you came out in tears. Your writing made me cry."

He remained silent, prompting me to continue. "Maan, I'll just say one thing." He asked, "What?" I declared, "I lobe you, Jaan, and I fucking mean it when I call you Jaan because you're my whole fucking life."

He chuckled, and I heard his voice crack when he spoke. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow, Angel." I asked, "Are you crying, Maan?" He said, "No, I am not." I laughed, knowing he was crying. We both cried as finally, our dream is coming true. He said, "I lobe you, Angel. Sleep well," and cut the call.

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I hope you're enjoying the journey through the fictional world of our story. As we delve into the wedding part, I want to emphasize that the events, especially those surrounding weddings, are crafted with a creative lens. Each story world allows for unique interpretations and imaginative scenarios that may differ from real-world traditions or practices.