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Part : 4
Tittle : Two souls finally found each other...
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Quote : No relationship is all sunshine, but two people can share the umbrella if it rains, it's marriage...
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Her arms instinctively circled his neck, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she took in the breathtaking view of his face up close. He was everything she might have conjured in her most fanciful dreams – a prince sprung from the pages of a beloved fairytale. How could any man possess such striking perfection?
A knowing smirk played on his lips, and he leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over her ear. "But I am, love," he whispered, his voice a low caress as he carried her through a grand hallway adorned with intricate paintings. A jolt of surprise ran through her. How did he… hear my thoughts?
He entered a lavish dining room, the long table gleaming under the soft light of a crystal chandelier. With a surprising gentleness, he carefully lowered her onto one of the velvet chairs, placing one knee on the ground to ensure her stability. "Stay here," he murmured, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he turned and left the room.
He walked towards what seemed to be a living area, where another man, Jimin, stood waiting. "Who's the girl, Jungkook?" Jimin asked, his eyes curious. "And why did you bring her here?"
Jungkook simply smirked, a hint of mischief in his eyes, and turned back towards the dining room. He returned carrying a delicate glass filled with water. Crouching down beside her chair until their eyes were level, he offered her the glass. "Here," he said softly. "Drink this."
His gentle attentiveness was weaving a spell around her, a sweet enchantment that was undeniably making her heart soften towards him. He could feel the shift in her gaze, the dawning affection in her eyes, and a smug satisfaction settled within him. She truly believed herself fortunate to have found someone like him.
The day of their wedding arrived, a momentous occasion binding their destinies. He stood at the altar, a vision in a pristine white tuxedo, a single crimson rose a stark contrast against the pale fabric of his lapel. Only Taehyung and Jimin knew the lengths they'd gone to persuade him to wear the hated color. Yet, as he watched her glide down the aisle in a breathtaking white gown, a genuine smile touched his lips.
The priest cleared his throat, his voice resonating through the hushed hall. He looked at Jungkook first, his gaze solemn yet kind.
"Jungkook," he began, "do you take (y/n) to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health? And forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her, so long as you both shall live?"
Jungkook's eyes never left (y/n)'s. A soft intensity shone within them. His voice, when he spoke, was a low, steady rumble that carried through the silence. "I do."
The priest then turned to (y/n), his expression gentle.
"(Y/n)," he said, "do you take Jungkook to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health? And forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him, so long as you both shall live?"
(Y/n)'s cheeks were still flushed, but her gaze was unwavering as she looked at Jungkook. A sweet smile touched her lips. Her voice, though soft, held a firm resolve. "I do."
The priest then continued, his words weaving a tapestry of commitment. "Now that you have declared your intentions before this gathering, it is a testament to the bond you share. Marriage is a sacred union, a promise of unwavering support and understanding. It is about cherishing each other's strengths and offering solace in times of weakness. It is about building a life together, brick by brick, filled with laughter, shared dreams, and an enduring love that deepens with each passing year. It is a commitment to be each other's safe harbor, a place of trust and unwavering loyalty."
He paused, looking at both of them. "The rings you exchange are symbols of this eternal promise, unbroken circles representing a love without end."
The priest's words echoed through the hall, a detailed recitation of vows promising eternal commitment, love, and unwavering support through all of life's trials and joys. Finally, the moment arrived. "You may now kiss the bride," the priest announced.
A fresh wave of blush painted her cheeks even before his lips touched hers. He leaned in slowly, deliberately, capturing her lips in a tender yet possessive kiss. It was an addictive dance, a fleeting union of lips and something deeper, a connection that resonated within their very souls. But a sliver of his control remained intact, and he reluctantly broke the kiss, his gaze lingering on her flushed face.
Their journey ended at a formidable mansion, a castle constructed from dark, almost black bricks, punctuated by windows that shimmered with an eerie reddish tint. (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. It looked like something straight out of a dark fairytale, a demonic fortress that seemed otherworldly. A knot of unease tightened in her stomach, yet the presence of Jungkook beside her offered a strange sense of comfort.
As they stepped out of the car, he simply stood there, a faint smile playing on his lips, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his trousers. He watched as she carefully maneuvered her heavy wedding gown. Then, with a thoughtful gesture, he bent down and picked up a portion of the voluminous skirt from the side, lifting it slightly so she could walk more easily. She blinked in surprise, noticing he was now clad in a striking red and black tuxedo. When did he change? It seemed like mere moments ago they were at the wedding.
He led her through massive, ornate doors into the castle. The interior was vast and silent, an echoing emptiness that amplified the strangeness of the place. Lifeless furniture stood like silent sentinels against walls covered in intricate, unsettling engravings. He guided her through the echoing halls to a spacious room and gestured towards a large, intricately carved wardrobe. "Get changed into something more comfortable," he suggested, his gaze soft. "I've… taken the liberty of filling it for you."
She opened the wardrobe doors to reveal an astonishing array of clothing. Row upon row of garments in every imaginable style and length – traditional flowing dresses, sleek modern outfits, long, elegant gowns, and surprisingly short, daring ensembles. Her eyes widened in amazement. "You… you did all this?" she asked, turning back to him.
He simply nodded, a hint of a smile returning to his lips. "Wear whatever pleases you."
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[ Note - Your couple is married!!, well I don't know anything about Christian marriages and all but I still tried, if there's any problem in it, tell me please...]
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