Donato slid the ring onto her finger, kissed her hand softly, and for a few seconds just kept looking at her-like he was trying to memorize every little detail of her face.

Then he noticed it. The faint tremble in her hands. The exhaustion hidden behind her soft smile. The way her shoulders sagged ever so slightly.

He stood up gently. "Go... freshen up," he said in a low, caring voice. "You must be tired."

Kiara nodded. She rose from the bed carefully, lifting the heavy layers of her lehenga as she walked toward the mirror. But the fabric caught under her heel and she almost lost her balance-

Before she could fall, Donato was there. His hands held her by the waist, steady and firm. For a moment their bodies were too close. Too aware.

"You okay?" he murmured.

She nodded again, breath a little unsteady, and straightened herself. Then she moved to the mirror. One by one, she began removing her jewelry. The heavy earrings. The layered necklaces. The bangles that clinked softly as they slid off her wrists. She placed them on the dressing table, then glanced toward the bed.

Donato was sitting there, phone in hand, giving her space, pretending not to watch-though every movement of hers was quietly pulling at him.

She untied a few hairpins, letting some of her hair fall free over her shoulders. Then she reached up to remove the pin that held her veil in place. But it was stuck. She tugged at it gently. Nothing. She pulled a little harder-

"Ouch..." she hissed as the pin jabbed into her scalp.

Donato looked up instantly. He saw her in the mirror, struggling, her brows drawn together in discomfort. He set his phone aside and walked toward her.

Kiara was so focused on the stubborn pin that she didn't notice him coming closer-until she suddenly felt someone behind her. She lifted her eyes to the mirror.

Donato was standing right there. So close that she could feel his warmth behind her. So close that her breath caught. Their eyes met in the reflection.

"Let me," he said softly.

She swallowed and nodded.

Slowly, carefully, he raised his hand toward her hair. His fingers brushed lightly against the veil, against the strands of her hair, sending a quiet shiver through her. He worked on the pin gently, not wanting to hurt her.

For a few seconds, the room felt unbearably quiet. Only their breathing. Only the soft rustle of fabric. Only the faint sound of her heart beating too fast. His fingers were careful, almost reverent, as if he was afraid of breaking something precious.

She stood still, barely daring to move. Every time his hand brushed her skin, her breath grew shallower. Every time his eyes met hers in the mirror, something unspoken passed between them. Finally, the pin loosened.

"Got it," he murmured.

He slid it out slowly. Her veil slipped free, falling gently over her shoulders. For a moment, neither of them moved.

She was facing the mirror. He was standing behind her. Their eyes still locked through the glass. So close... yet neither crossing the line. The air between them felt warm, heavy with something new and fragile. Donato lowered his hand, but he didn't step away. And Kiara didn't either.

Kiara picked up the soft night dress from her bag and walked toward the bathroom, still very aware of Donato's presence behind her-of how his eyes followed her, quietly, protectively.

Just as she reached the bathroom door, the exhaustion finally caught up with her. A sudden wave of dizziness hit. Her vision blurred. Her feet faltered. She swayed. Before she could fall, Donato was there, gripping her arm firmly, pulling her against him.

"Kiara-what happened?" His voice sharpened with worry. "You don't look okay."

She tried to smile. "No, Ro, I'm fine. It's just wedding exhaustion. Three days of sitting like a doll in heavy clothes and makeup..." She let out a soft chuckle. "I'm not complaining, but every joy has its consequence. I've never carried this much weight and cosmetics before. I think I got a migraine."

He studied her face carefully, brows knit. "You're right," he said softly. "You've been wearing heavy outfits and makeup for days. That stuff has side effects too. Too much makeup, too long... it can trigger headaches."

She raised an eyebrow at him, suddenly playful despite the pain. "its seems like You know a lot about cosmetics?"

He smirked. "Yes, Mrs. Romano. I do. I actually own a makeup brand in Italy."

Her eyes widened. "Really? I thought the Romano family only did real estate and the food industry."

" Well There's a lot you don't know about the Romanos yet," he said lightly. "But now you're here... you'll find out slowly. For now, go freshen up before you faint again."

She nodded with a small laugh and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Donato stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door. "I'm sorry, Kiara," he whispered to himself. "I don't want to hide anything from you. Not even my second identity... not my past. I hate lies. But no worry When we go back to Italy, I'll tell you everything. You're my wife now. You have every right to know who I really am."

With a deep sigh, he turned and stepped out of the room.
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In the living room, the Romano family was seated together, deep in discussion. "Well, well," Donato said with a crooked smile, "what serious meeting is happening without me?"

Everyone looked up.

"Donato, what are you doing here?" Aravi asked.

"I came to get some water."

Aravi nodded.

"We're not discussing anything," Aravi said, then looked at Albert. "We're just trying to make your brother understand that he should consider getting married. It's been years, Albert. How long will you let one wrong woman ruin your life? She did what she wanted and left. you moved on. Then Why are you still so afraid to let someone new in?"

Albert stared at the floor, silent.

"Sì, caro," his grandmother added gently. "Tu sei più grande di Donato. È tempo che anche tu pensi al tuo futuro."
(Yes, dear. You are older than Donato. It's time you think about your future too.)

Albert swallowed. "I can get married, nonna... but I'm scared. What if they also uses me and plays with my feelings like she did?"

Donato walked over and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Bro, don't pressure yourself. Just take your time. Try to date. I'm sure you'll find someone who truly matches you."

Albert sighed. "Okay... I'll try."

Everyone nodded.

Donato turned toward the kitchen, but then he paused. "Madre... what's good for migraine pain?"

Aravi stiffened. "Do you have a migraine?"

"No, Mom. Kiara does. She's exhausted from all the rituals, the heavy dress, the makeupan all. What should I give her?"

Aravi's expression softened. "Warm ginger and honey tea will help. It calms migraines." She stood up. "I'll make it."

Donato gently stopped her. "No, Madre. You sit. I'll make it."

She looked at him for a moment, then nodded. "Va bene." (Alright.)

He went into the kitchen.
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Back in the bedroom, Kiara had changed into a soft cotton kurta and pajama. Her hair was loose now, makeup mostly gone. She came out... but Donato wasn't there.

"Where did he go?" she murmured. She noticed his phone on the bed, shrugged, and sat down slowly, rubbing her temples.

"I think I just need a really good sleep," she muttered. "I'll wake up fresh tomorrow."

Then reality hit her.

"Stupid Kiara... this isn't your house. This is your in-laws' house. and in, in-laws house people wake up early, just like Mom and Chachi." ( Aunty)

Just then, the door opened. Donato walked in with a warm cup in his hand.

Donato paused the moment he stepped inside the room.

The soft yellow lamp light fell over Kiara, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand pressed lightly to her temple, her hair loose around her shoulders. Without the heavy jewelry and bridal weight, she looked fragile... almost heartbreakingly real. Not a bride anymore. Just his wife. Tired. Human. Beautiful in a quiet way that made something tighten in his chest.

He walked toward her slowly, as if afraid any sudden movement might make her disappear. "I made this for you," he said softly, holding out the cup. "Ginger and honey. Mom says it helps with migraines."

Kiara looked up at him. For a moment, she didn't take the cup. She just stared. He had gone all the way out, left their room, asked his mother, made the drink himself... just because her head hurt.

That realization hit her harder than the exhaustion. "You didn't have to..." she whispered.

He frowned a little. "Yes, I did."

Their fingers brushed when she finally took the cup from him. That small touch sent a quiet shiver through her, not of fear-of something else. Something new and overwhelming.

"Careful," he murmured. "It's warm."

She nodded and took a small sip. The warmth spread through her chest, soothing in a way that was deeper than just physical.

"You're... really taking care of me," she said quietly, almost like she was surprised by the truth of it.

Donato sat beside her on the bed, close but not crowding her. Close enough that she could feel his presence-solid, grounding.

"You think I wouldn't?" he asked.

Kiara swallowed. Her eyes lowered to the cup in her hands.

"I just... didn't expect it," she admitted. "Today was chaos. Everyone was pulling me, telling me what to do, where to sit, how to smile... I felt like I was disappearing inside all of it."
Her voice softened. "But you... you keep bringing me back. With small things."

Donato's jaw tightened. He looked at her, really looked at her. "I know I scared you today," he said. "When I wasn't there... when time was running out."

Her grip tightened on the cup. "You did," she whispered. "Not because I thought you left me... but because for a few minutes, the whole world was ready to replace you."

He inhaled sharply. " The moment i said yes to this wedding , i accept you fully with my heart I would never leave you, Kiara. Not like that." You're my responsibilty now."

She finally looked at him. Her eyes were shining, not with tears, but with all the emotions she had been holding back since the mandap. "I know," she said. "My heart knows. But my heart is still tired."

Slowly, gently, Donato reached out-not to pull her, not to claim her-just to brush his thumb against the back of her hand. "Then rest," he murmured. "I'm here."

Something in her broke open at that. Not painfully. Softly. She leaned back against the pillows, still holding the cup, her body finally allowing itself to relax. "Ro..." she said quietly. "Thank you. For the ring. For the tea. For... not letting go of my hand today."

His lips curved into a faint smile. "I told you," he said. "That was the last day you cried alone."

Their eyes met. The air between them felt different now-no rush, no pressure, just a slow, steady warmth growing in the space they shared.

Donato broke the quiet first, his voice low and almost shy.

"I like that."

Kiara looked at him. "Like what?"

"The name you gave me. Ro. I like it."

A small, surprised smile curved her lips. He continued softly, almost thoughtfully.

"Everyone always calls me Donato Romano... or Mr. Romano. No one ever dares to shorten it. To them, I'm just a cold businessman."
He chuckled under his breath. "But you... you saw me just as a man. And you were brave enough to give me a name."

Kiara laughed lightly. "Well, Donato Romano is too long. So I thought, why not something short. Ro suits you."

He tilted his head. "It does. But it would suit me even more if you called me marito or amore."

Her cheeks warmed instantly. "I can call you that... but slowly, We should go there little by little."

He laughed. "Fair."

"Then what should I call you?" he asked.

"Kiara," she said softly. "My name sounds nice when you say it... in your Italian accent."

He smirked. "Ti piace il mio accento italiano?" he said in Italian.'
("Oh, so you like my Italian accent?")

"Sì, mi piace il tuo accento italiano."she replied in Italian too,
("Yes, I like your Italian accent," )

Donato froze. "You know Italian?"

She smiled proudly. "I know four languages."

"Four?" he asked, impressed. "Which ones?"

"chiness, Italian, English... and Japanese."

"Wow," he breathed. "I thought I'd have to teach you Italian. But you already know it-and Japanese too? I only know Italian and English. My Hindi isn't even that good."

She laughed.

"Then that's good for me." he said.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because when I go to Japan for business, I won't need a translator anymore. I'll have my wife."

They both laughed, the sound easy and warm, as if they'd known each other for years instead of days.

As they talked, Donato's eyes drifted down to her hands. Her mehndi was still dark and fresh. Without thinking, he gently took her hand and leaned closer, studying the patterns.

"What are you doing?" she asked softly.

"Looking for something."

He traced the lines carefully... and then his lips curved into a slow smile.

"Found it."

"What?"

"My name."

Her breath caught. "Where?"

He pointed. "Right here. Donato. Hidden inside your mehndi."

She looked, stunned, then laughed softly. "wow you're sharp."

"I like that too," he murmured. "My name already on you."

The moment was quiet, intimate, almost unreal. They were talking, smiling, touching-so naturally that it didn't feel like an arranged marriage at all. It felt like two people slowly finding their place beside each other.

After a while, Donato stood up and went to change. When he came back in comfortable clothes, he picked up a pillow and a blanket from the bed.

Kiara frowned. "Where are you taking that?"

"To the couch."

"why?"

"To sleep."

She hesitated. "Why? You... you don't want to sleep on the bed? You're not comfortable with me?"

He turned quickly. "No, no. It's not that. I just thought you wouldn't be comfortable, so I-"

"It's okay," she said gently. "The couch is small. You'll get cramps. You sleep on the left side, I'll sleep on the right. Ro... we're married. This is normal." Her voice softened. "Even if I'm not fully comfortable yet, I want to be. We're going to spend our whole lives together."

He looked at her for a long moment, something warm and deep passing through his eyes.

"You're right," he said quietly.

He placed the pillow on the left side of the bed and lay down carefully, leaving her space. The room grew quiet again-but this time, it wasn't awkward. It was gentle. Warm. And full of something new slowly beginning to grow between them.

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Morning came softly to the Romano mansion, filtered through pale curtains and a gentle breeze that carried the scent of flowers from the garden. Donato woke first-just like he always did. For a few seconds, everything felt normal: the quiet room, the steady rhythm of his breath, the habit of a man who had lived alone with his thoughts for years.

Then reality hit him.

Shit... you're not single anymore, Donato. You're married.

He turned his head.

Kiara was sleeping beside him, curled slightly toward the window. Her hair was scattered over the pillow, a few strands brushing her cheek as the light breeze moved them gently. Her face was calm, innocent, so peaceful it almost felt unreal-like she was something soft placed inside his otherwise storm-filled world.

For a moment, he thought about waking her. Then he stopped himself.

No. She's exhausted. Let her sleep.

He went to the bathroom, freshened up quietly, and fifteen minutes later returned. She was still asleep, breathing slow and steady. A faint smile touched his lips before he left the room and went downstairs.

The dining area was already alive. Everyone was gathered around the table-talking, laughing, passing dishes.

"Ohh, here comes our newlywed groom," Elana teased. "But wait... where's your bride?"

"She's sleeping," Donato replied simply as he took his seat.

"She must be tired after all the wedding madness," Elana said.

"And her migraine?" his grandmother asked with concern. "Did she drink the tea?"

"Yes, Nonna," Donato replied. "She drank it. She's okay-just a little tired."

"Let her sleep then," Aravi added warmly. "Her rest must not be complete after all that chaos."

Everyone nodded, and the conversation drifted back to light chatter.

Then suddenly-

"Sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Kiara came running into the dining hall, her dupatta slipping slightly as she hurried. Her face was pale with panic. "I'm so sorry, Aunty... I'm sorry, Grandmother... I-I don't know how I slept so late. I'm really sorry. It won't happen again."

The room fell silent. Everyone stared at her stunned expression, her trembling voice.

Donato stood up immediately and gently pulled her to a chair. "Hey... it's okay. Why are you so scared?" he asked softly. "Did something happen?"

She shook her head.

"Then why are you so frightened?" he asked again.

"Be-because I woke up late," she whispered, eyes lowered. "Aunty must be disappointed. It's my first day here..."

For a second, everyone just looked at her. Then they burst out laughing-not mockingly, but warmly, in disbelief.

"Oh God, Kiara," Aravi said gently, still smiling. "You got scared over that? You slept in-so what? Relax. No one here is going to say anything to you."

Kiara looked at her in shock.

Her gaze slowly moved to Kamini, the grandmother. Instinctively, she expected scolding-like the kind she used to get from her own dadi whenever she woke up late.

Kamini saw that fear in her eyes and softened immediately.

"Oh my dear," she said tenderly, "no one here is going to scold you. You can sleep when you want, wake up when you want. You don't have to be afraid of me, or Aravi, or anyone in this house." Her voice grew firm but kind.

"You are not here to serve this family. You are not obligated to obey anyone here. The only person you are married to is your husband." and he is the only person you have to serve and obey, no one else.' She glanced at Donato and smirked. "And if he ever disrespects you or hurts you, you don't even have to listen to him. You can throw him out of the house -I'll take care of the rest."

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Nonna, you can't turn my wife against me on the first day," Donato protested.

"Oh, I can-and I will," Kamini replied proudly.

Aravi looked at Kiara gently. "dear, you don't have to be afraid of anything. Just like Sofia and Elana, you are our own now."

Kiara stood there, overwhelmed, eyes shining, heart too full for proper words. These people... they were nothing like what she had imagined.

She whispered softly, "Thank you." And in that moment, for the first time, Kiara truly felt like she had come home.

Kiara was still sitting there, fingers wrapped around the warm cup someone had placed in front of her, when the noise of the dining room slowly softened into something distant. Laughter, small talks, the clink of cutlery-it all blurred into a quiet hum. Her eyes kept drifting, again and again, toward Donato.

He was talking with Albert about something, nodding occasionally, but every few seconds his gaze came back to her-just to check. That simple, unconscious habit made something tight in her chest slowly loosen.

She wasn't invisible here.
She wasn't being judged.
She wasn't being measured.
She was being cared for.

Donato noticed her staring and lifted one eyebrow. "What?" he asked softly.

"Nothing," she said quickly, then hesitated. "Just... it still feels strange."

"Strange?" he leaned closer.

She nodded. "The way everyone is. I thought... I thought it would be very different."

"Different how?"

"Strict. Cold. Like I would always be scared of doing something wrong." Her voice dropped. "Like before."

His expression changed-not angry, not shocked, just quietly serious.

"That's not your life anymore," he said. "You don't have to live on your toes here."

Before she could reply, Kamini stood up, clapping her hands. "Alright, enough sitting! New bride, you have one more little ritual left."

Kiara blinked. "Ritual?"

Sofia's eyes lit up. "Ohhh yes. The mooh dikhai!"

Elana grabbed Kiara's hand. "Come, sister-in-law. It's gift time."

Kiara was gently pulled toward the living area, where a small table had already been arranged. Soft cushions were placed, and she was made to sit in the center, looking a little overwhelmed, a little shy.

Donato stood a few steps back, arms crossed, watching with amusement.

"One by one," Kamini announced, "we will give gifts to our new daughter-in-law."

Sofia went first, dramatically placing a small velvet box in Kiara's hands. "From me. Open it."

Inside was a delicate silver anklet with tiny bells.

"So that we always know when you're stealing my brother away," Sofia teased.

Kiara laughed softly. "Thank you, Sofia."

Elana gave her a LV bag. Lucia gave her a Tiffany&Co bracelet. Isabella give her Jwelry set kiss her cheek and whispered, "Welcome to the madness."

Each gift came with warmth, jokes, affection. With every smile, Kiara felt something inside her soften even more.

Then Aravi stepped forward and placed a small box in Kiara's lap. "This is from me," she said quietly.

Inside was a simple gold chain with a tiny pendant. "For everyday. Something light. Something that reminds you you belong here."

Kiara's throat tightened. She looked up, eyes shining. "Thank you... Madre."

The word slipped out without thinking.

Aravi froze for a second. Then she smiled so brightly it almost hurt to look at. She gently touched Kiara's cheek. "You can call me that," she said softly.

Donato saw that moment, and something deep in his chest shifted.

Kamini was last. She placed her hands on Kiara's head. "Blessings," she said. "For strength. For happiness. And for a stubborn husband who will always try to protect you, even when he shouldn't."

Donato smirked. "Hey-"

"Quiet," Kamini said, and everyone laughed.

Kiara looked around-at these people who were now her family-and for the first time since the wedding, she didn't feel like she was standing on the edge of something unknown.

She felt like she was standing inside something warm. And Donato, watching her from across the room, realized something quietly, clearly- This woman was no longer just his wife by name. She was becoming his home.

Around them, the Romano family laughed, unaware that every smile was sitting on a ticking truth. Aravi wiped tears of happiness. Kamini hummed a blessing under her breath. Sofia was already planning trips with her new sister-in-law. Albert leaned back in his chair, relaxed for the first time in days.

"Everyone was happy, unaware that this happiness, this home, would one day be shattered into a million pieces when the truth comes out."

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