His Undying Love

The Wedding

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Today is the day when the dreams, I dismissed to be delusional ones, are becoming the reality. A painful one, if one might add.

Yes, my wedding day.

The day I get hitched to the girl who owns my dreams and my heart. The love of my life for 15 years. What started as a small crush on the pretty girl, ended up being way more than just a crush. Time flew by in a bat of eyelashes, without waiting for me to catch up. It seems like only yesterday when I kept grinning like the smitten boy I was, floating in a trance, around her.

But here she is now, in front of me in a grand wedding lehenga looking breathtaking as usual. Minutes away from becoming mine, she stands like the angel of tranquility. The aura she radiates is calm despite the buzzing noise from the overlapping chatters of the crowd. Without my conscience, I wondered how lucky I had gotten with my love life.

But life would be too generous if things are as simple as they seem.

Well, this is me, Vedant. 15 years back, Ved to her.

My love for her has always been silent. She's unaware of my feelings for her beautiful soul and how I want to make her mine. The bitter reality is that she's in love with another man and that stings me the most.

But now she's getting married to me.

A man should be happy to see his bride walking toward him, in beautiful red wedding attire. Adorned with gold and diamond jewelry that only adds to the angel's beauty, one should feel blessed to see his loved one in such a state. Seeing the exuberant smile etched on her face, one's lips would curve upwards without his knowledge for it's that contagious.

But here I am, tapping my foot against the wooden floor, anxious of coming face-to-face with her. With nervousness flooding my senses, I silently panic inside myself.

I am nervous to see her hollow eyes, void of any emotion.

I am nervous to see her robotic steps, moving her unwilling self towards me.

I am nervous to see her face painted with colorful makeup but the essential color of joy, missing in her forced smile.

I am nervous to see her so emotionless, that it hurts me in ways I can't explain.

Facing her undying hatred for me haunts my existence. The thought of making eye contact with her and seeing the relationship we had, that I ruined, in them only adds to the terror.

I am hesitant about taking a step in this whole situation that I got myself into. Scared of jeopardizing the friendship we have, I hesitate.

But the lines have already been crossed. My instincts tell me that I'm only digging a deeper hole to bury myself when things come to an end. I don't know where I'm going with these decisions that can have a huge impact on what the future hold for us.

Where would my arbitrary decisions lead me to?

As she reduces the gap between us with every step she takes, my heart pounds against my chest. My breath pattern falters and rises like the tides on a full moon sky as her petite frame makes its way to me. With questions, I don't have answers to, running in my mind, I wander off into my muddled thoughts.

Should I do this?

I know that I can't let her live the life she has been living for the past 5 years. I won't have the heart to see the hurt she went through, anymore. With every tear that she sheds, I know that a part of my heart will break. I know, for certain, that deep down in my heart, I can't see her like that anymore. The selfish part does not want that.