The observatory shimmered with soft lights, its dome open to a sky ablaze with constellations. Guests whispered in awe as Kiara walked down the aisle, her gown flowing like moonlight, her smile radiant as dawn. Aarav stood waiting, his heart pounding—not with nerves, but with a love so vast it felt like the universe itself.
When she reached him, the world fell silent. He took her hands, his fingers trembling as they closed around hers. "You look like a dream," he whispered.
"And you," she smiled, tears glistening, "look like the man who made it real."
The officiant spoke, but their hearts drowned out the words. When it was time for vows, Aarav's voice broke the hush, deep and steady:
"I've spent my life chasing stars, but none shine brighter than you. You're my gravity, my anchor, my home. From this moment, every orbit, every path, every dream will lead back to you."
Kiara's breath hitched as she spoke, her voice trembling with emotion:
"You taught me that ambition isn't the enemy of love—it's its partner. You're my sky, Aarav. My endless horizon. And I promise, no matter how far you fly, I'll be there—your constant, your light."
The rings slid onto fingers, sealing promises written in starlight. And when Aarav kissed her—slow, deep, infinite—the guests cheered, but for them, the world was silent. Just two souls, colliding like galaxies, creating a universe of their own.
Later, as they stood beneath the stars, Kiara whispered, "Do you think they're watching us?"
Aarav smiled, pulling her close. "They're not just watching. They're celebrating."
She laughed softly, her head resting against his chest. "Beyond the stars," she murmured.
"Beyond the stars," he echoed, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that promised forever.
And so, their story ended where it began—under the sky. But in truth, it wasn't an ending at all. It was the beginning of a love vast enough to outshine the cosmos.