R A N V I J A Y

I was completely engrossed in my phone, scrolling through some important business emails , while balancing a plate of food in my other hand as I made my way to the bedroom—our bedroom. The thought alone sent a warmth through me, a quiet smile tugging at my lips. My eyes stayed locked on the screen, yet my heart was already there, in the space that belonged to us, where her presence lingered in the very air I breathed.

I pushed open the door, and there she was getting ready for our reception, looking like a dream brought to life. She sat in front of the mirror, adjusting her look with a hint of frustration, unaware of how effortlessly breathtaking she already was. Around her, the most skilled makeup artists worked carefully, fixing her makeup, adjusting her jewelry, perfecting every little detail. But none of it mattered.

Nothing they did could ever outshine the beauty that was hers—the kind that didn’t need embellishments, the kind that had already stolen my breath away.

"Sweetheart," I murmured, my voice softer than I intended as I stepped closer, standing right in front of her. But she didn’t even look at me. Her focus stayed on the mirror, eyes scanning every detail as she adjusted her makeup.

"Blend the edges more," she instructed one of the artists, tilting her face slightly. "I want it to be seamless."