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He extends his hand to help me from the car, ever the gentleman. For a moment, we’re lost in each other’s gaze. I notice his rapid breathing as his eyes glide over my saree, drinking in every detail.

“I’m angry with you,” I say softly, though my smile betrays me.

His eyebrow arches. “And why is that? I arrived perfectly on time.”

“Because,” I whisper, conscious of our audience, “every move I make aches, Vishnu. Every muscle in my body is sore.”

The grin that spreads across his face is positively wicked. He glances quickly at our companions and then leans in close enough so that only I can hear his words.

“I would be more than happy to soothe those aching muscles later,” he whispers.

Heat floods my cheeks at his words, but before I can respond, Veer’s happy gurgle breaks the spell between us. Vishnu’s hand finds mine, our fingers intertwining naturally as we turn toward our son. Claire hands him over with a knowing smile.

“I think someone’s even more excited than his parents to witness their vows,” she says, watching Veer reach for Vishnu’s collar with fascination.

I watch them together, my heart so full that it might burst. Vishnu holding our son, both of them dressed in matching suits, their dark eyes bright with joy—it’s more than I ever dreamed possible. The soreness in my muscles fades to nothing compared to the warmth spreading through my chest at this perfect moment.

“It’s time for your scheduled appointment.” Abhay’s voice breaks through the moment.

My heart flutters. It’s not like I haven’t prepared myself for this day, but now, knowing that we are here, it feels surreal. I adjust Veer in my arms, kissing his head softly, and follow everyone through the security check.

As we walk toward the courthouse entrance, Vishnu’s thumb traces small circles on my palm, sending shivers up my arm. Every glance we share is charged with meaning, with memories of last night and promises for our bright future. Our little family may not be following the traditional path with a grand ceremony, but I know in my heart that this quiet, intimate moment is exactly perfect for us.

As we approach the reception desk, I notice Zane waiting for us, a smile plastered on his face. Vishnu’s arm tightens almost imperceptibly around my waist, and I catch the subtle tension in his jaw. I wonder why he invited Zane if his presence bothers him so much.

“Congratulations, Simran,” Zane says warmly, stepping forward. “You look absolutely radiant today.”

“Thank you, Zane,” I reply politely. “We appreciate you joining us for this special moment.”

“It’s my honour to be here,” Zane says, turning to Vishnu. “Thank you both for including me.”

“Glad you could make it.” Vishnu’s response is coolly formal as he draws me closer.

I notice Vishnu exchange a look with Abhay, who nods imperceptibly and quietly steps away to make a call. There’s something happening beneath the surface, but before I can dwell on it, Veer starts squirming in my arms.

I press a kiss to his cheek as he babbles happily. After a short wait, our number is called. It’s time. My heart leaps as Vishnu, Claire, Zane, and I approach the designated podium. I hand Veer back to Claire, who is our witness for this ceremony.

We present our IDs and documents to the clerk, who processes everything, intensifying the nerves in my belly. I’m really getting married to Vishnu today.

I glance at him, who seems as calm as ever, though I know him enough now to notice the slight tension in his jaw.

The clerk announces, “Once your names are called, proceed to Chapel A for the ceremony.”

We step back, and as we wait, I can’t help but notice Vishnu’s eyes constantly tracking Zane, who seems completely at ease chatting with Claire and making silly faces at Veer.

Soon Zane walks towards me, and we strike up a casual conversation.

“So, Simran, how are you feeling?”

“Nervous,” I admit with a small laugh. “But excited.”

“As you should be,” he says. “You’re marrying one of the most formidable men I’ve ever come across.”

I glance at Vishnu, who is now openly staring at Zane, his gaze hard. What is going on in that head of his?

Finally, our names are called, and we enter Chapel A. The small room is intimate, with soft lighting and elegant decor. Claire holds Veer as Vishnu and I stand before each other. Abhay, Zane, and a couple of guards linger nearby.

Reaching into his pocket, Vishnu pulls out a ring. Just when I think he is going to put it on my finger without much fuss, he does something totally unexpected.