Simple vows. Simple promises.
Kaya repeated the words without stumbling, her voice steady and clear.
Veer's voice was softer, almost reverent, like he was speaking a prayer instead of a contract.
They bowed to each other.
And then Veer stepped forward, cupped her face gently in both hands, and kissed her.
It wasn't dramatic. Wasn't desperate or showy.
It was just... real.
When they pulled apart, the crowd erupted in cheers—even the ones who hated her couldn't resist the tradition.
Kaya looked out at the sea of faces, the flowers, the chairs, the mountains stretching behind them, and thought:
'This isn't so bad.'
Not bad at all.
Kaya thought the wedding ceremony was the end of it. Simple vows, a kiss, done. What more could there be?
But when she reached the food section, her mind went blank.
She turned slowly to look at Veer, who was grinning at her like he'd just pulled off the world's greatest prank.
She really wanted to choke him.
