The house was filled with lights.
Soft music.
Laughter.
Happiness.
For the first time…
Kabir Malhotra's mansion felt alive.
Because today—
Was their day.
Anaya stood in front of the mirror.
Dressed as a bride.
Simple…
But breathtaking.
Her hands trembled slightly.
"Is this really happening…?"
Tears filled her eyes.
Not of pain.
But of happiness.
A soft knock came on the door.
Kabir's sister peeked in.
Smiling brightly.
"Bhabhi… Bhaiya is waiting!"
Anaya smiled.
She took a deep breath.
And walked out.
Meanwhile—
Kabir stood at the mandap.
Dressed in traditional attire.
Calm.
But inside…
His heart was racing.
"I never thought… I'd have this life…"
Then—
He saw her.
Anaya.
Walking towards him.
Everything else faded.
No guests.
No sounds.
Just her.
His eyes softened.
"She chose me…"
Anaya looked at him.
Her heart beating fast.
"He's mine…"
She reached him.
They stood face to face.
Silence.
But full of emotions.
Kabir leaned slightly closer.
"You look beautiful," he whispered.
Anaya smiled softly.
"You look less scary today," she replied.
Kabir smirked.
"Only for you."
The rituals began.
Fire burning between them.
Sacred.
Pure.
They took the vows.
Step by step.
Together.
Not just promises of love…
But of staying.
Through pain.
Through darkness.
Through everything.
Kabir gently held her hand.
"I promise…" he said softly,
"No matter what happens…"
"I'll protect you."
Anaya looked at him.
"I don't need protection…" she whispered.
Kabir frowned slightly.
She smiled.
"I just need you."
His heart melted.
Finally—
The moment came.
Kabir picked up the mangalsutra.
His hands didn't tremble.
Because this time—
He wasn't afraid.
He tied it around her neck.
And in that moment—
Anaya Verma…
Became Anaya Malhotra.
Forever.
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Kabir gently wiped them.
"No more tears," he whispered.
"Only smiles now."
She nodded.
Later that night—
They stood under the same sky.
Where everything once felt confusing.
Now—
It felt peaceful.
Anaya leaned on his shoulder.
"Are you happy?" she asked softly.
Kabir looked at her.
"For the first time…"
"I am."
She smiled.
"And scared?" she teased.
Kabir chuckled.
"Only of one thing."
She looked up.
"What?"
He pulled her closer.
"Losing you."
Anaya held his hand tighter.
"You won't," she said.
"Because now…"
"We're one."
Kabir kissed her forehead softly.
And under the stars—
They stood together.
Not as two broken people anymore.
But as one complete story.
❤️ THEIR STORY DOESN'T END HERE…
🌙
✨ Love is not about perfect people…
It's about two broken souls choosing each other every day.❤️🧿