The entire wedding palace looked like something pulled out of a dream. One of the most luxurious wedding venues in all of Italy had been transformed into a paradise of ivory roses, crystal chandeliers, golden candlelight, and soft white silk flowing with the evening wind.

The ceremony was arranged in the open air beneath the deep blue evening sky, where thousands of fairy lights glittered like fallen stars above the guests' heads. A long aisle of white marble stretched through the center of the garden, covered with rose petals and surrounded by towering floral arches.

The soft sound of Italian violins echoed through the air while the Romano and Rajput families settled into their seats. The Romano men stood together near the altar in perfectly tailored black tuxedos.

Donato looked dangerously handsome in his custom black suit, his sharp features calm yet unreadable, while beside him Enzo and the others stood with effortless elegance. Albert, however, looked nothing like the composed Romano men tonight. He looked nervous. Very nervous.

His fingers kept adjusting his cufflinks every few seconds while he stared toward the aisle like his entire world depended on one person appearing there. Which, honestly... it did.

"You're sweating," Donato commented dryly beside him.

"I AM GETTING MARRIED," Albert hissed back. "Of course I'm sweating."

Enzo smirked. "You look like you're about to faint."

"I WILL faint if she changes her mind."

Donato chuckled under his breath while Albert glared at everyone around him.

Meanwhile, on the bride's side, the women were helping Kavya prepare inside the grand bridal suite. And tonight... Kavya Rajput looked breathtaking. She wore a luxurious ivory Italian silk wedding gown that hugged her figure elegantly before flowing down into a long royal train behind her.

Tiny diamond embroidery shimmered across the fabric like stars stitched into silk. Her jewelry was minimal yet regal - delicate diamonds resting around her neck and ears, while her hair fell in soft curls decorated with white roses. She looked less like a bride... and more like royalty.

Kiara stood behind her with emotional eyes while adjusting Kavya's veil carefully. "You look beautiful," Kiara whispered softly. Kavya smiled through the nervousness in her eyes. "I feel like I can't breathe."

"That's because my brother has been staring at the entrance for the last thirty minutes like a dying man waiting for oxygen," Sofia said dramatically.

Elana burst out laughing. Even Kavya laughed softly before tears suddenly filled her eyes. The emotions of the day finally crashed into her heart. Her family was together. Her brother was here. Her parents had finally accepted Shivam. Everything she prayed for... was finally happening.

Meera gently cupped Kavya's face and kissed her forehead lovingly. "No crying now. Your makeup took three hours." Everyone laughed softly. Then the door opened. Aravi entered with a warm smile. "It's time."

The room suddenly fell silent. Kavya's breathing stopped for a moment. Kiara held her hand tightly. "You ready?" she whispered. Kavya looked down at her engagement ring... then slowly nodded.

Outside, the music changed. Albert straightened immediately. Every guest turned toward the aisle. And then... Kavya appeared. The moment Albert saw her, the world around him disappeared completely.

His eyes widened. His lips parted slightly. For a few seconds he genuinely forgot how to breathe. "She's coming..." he whispered like he couldn't believe it. Donato smirked beside him. "Control yourself."

"I CAN'T."

The guests smiled emotionally as Kavya slowly walked down the aisle side by side Shivam. and his father beside her vikram her second brother. His eyes were already wet with tears while holding his little sister's hand.

Kavya looked ahead nervously...and found Albert already staring at her like she was the only person alive. Not once did he look away. By the time she reached the altar, Albert's eyes were red. "You're crying?" Kavya whispered softly.

"I warned everyone I would," he replied shamelessly. She laughed through her tears.

The priest began the ceremony in Italian tradition while soft music continued in the background. The evening breeze moved gently through the flowers around them as candle flames flickered peacefully.

But the real beauty wasn't the decorations. It was the people. The Rajputs and Romanos sitting together. Laughing together. Watching together. Healing together. Dhani Rajput silently wiped her tears while Jaswant come and sat beside her quietly, his eyes fixed on Shivam's family.

Meera sat beside Shivam peacefully for the first time in years without fear of separation. Krish kept whispering nonsense to Sofia and making her hide her laughter. Even Rose sat quietly nearby, watching the wedding silently. Enzo somehow ended beside Eelana. watching the couple with dreamy eyes like dreaming himslef with his love. he look once at elana and smile. "

And in the middle of all this...Kiara stood beside Donato. Tonight, for the first time in days, there was peace between them again. Donato's hand slowly found hers. Their fingers intertwined naturally. Kiara looked at him. He looked back at her softly before kissing the back of her hand gently.

"You look breathtaking today Mrs romano," he whispered quietly.

Kiara's eyes softened instantly. " You too look deadly handsome Mr romano."

Then came the vows.

Albert took a deep breath before looking directly into Kavya's eyes. "I spent years searching for peace," he said softly. "And somehow... I found it in the loudest woman I have ever met." The guests laughed softly while Kavya glared at him emotionally. "You challenged me, tested me, rejected me, tortured me mentally for months..." Albert continued dramatically. "But I would still choose you again. In every lifetime."

Kavya's tears finally fell. Albert gently held her trembling hands. "You are home to me," he whispered. Kavya cried openly now. When her turn came, she looked at him with shaking lips. "I thought love was difficult," she admitted softly. "Something painful... something heavy. But you made it feel safe."

Albert's eyes turned glassy. "You waited for me patiently. You respected me. You loved my family as your own..." her voice broke. "And today I promise... no matter what happens... I will stand beside you." Albert completely lost the battle against tears.

Enzo muttered under his breath, "He's gone."

Donato smirked. "Totally."

Finally...the rings were exchanged once again officially beneath the wedding vows. Then the priest smiled warmly. "I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss now." Albert didn't even wait properly. He pulled Kavya close immediately and kissed her while everyone erupted into cheers, whistles, laughter, and applause around them.

Fireworks exploded across the Italian sky above the palace. Golden sparks reflected in everyone's eyes. And there, beneath the stars...after years of pain, separation, ego, heartbreak, and waiting-two families finally celebrated love together.

The evening sky of Rome had turned into deep shades of gold and blue by the time the wedding ceremony finally ended. The romantic Italian palace glowed under thousands of crystal lights, the fountain water reflecting candle flames like liquid diamonds. Soft violin music still floated in the air while guests laughed, danced, and celebrated around the newly married couple.

And in the center of all that beauty stood Albert Romano and Kavya Romano. Finally husband and wife. Albert still looked like he could not believe it had truly happened. One hand remained wrapped around Kavya's waist possessively while the other held her fingers tightly, as if he was afraid someone would suddenly wake him from this dream.

Kavya, dressed in her elegant cream silk Italian bridal gown, looked breathtaking under the palace lights. Her veil moved gently with the evening breeze while the diamond around her neck sparkled softly against her skin.

"Stop staring at her like that," Donato Romano muttered beside him while sipping his drink. "People will think you have never seen a woman before." Albert did not even blink. "I haven't," he replied seriously. "Not one like my wife."

Behind them, the Romano siblings groaned dramatically. "Oh God," Elana complained while covering her face. "Now he's going to become worse after marriage."

"He was already unbearable," Sofia added dryly. Everyone laughed while Albert shamelessly pulled Kavya closer. Kavya shook her head, embarrassed, but the blush on her cheeks only made Albert grin wider.

Meanwhile, a little away from the crowd, Kiara stood quietly near the marble balcony, watching the celebration below. The golden lights reflected beautifully in her eyes, but unlike the chaos around her, she looked calm tonight. Peaceful. For the first time in days.

The cool wind brushed against her hair as she smiled softly watching her aunt finally happy. Watching her broken family slowly healing. Watching her father standing beside his parents again. Watching Krish laughing freely with dadu sa. Watching Meera beside Shivam without fear or distance.

It felt unreal. A pair of warm arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind. Instantly, she relaxed. Donato buried his face lightly near her shoulder and took a slow breath. "There you are," he murmured softly. "I've been looking for my wife everywhere."

Kiara smiled faintly but did not turn. "Your brother just got married and you're searching for me?"

"Yes," he answered without hesitation. "Because my wife disappeared." She finally turned slightly in his arms and looked up at him. The palace lights reflected in Donato's dark eyes, making them softer than usual. The last few days had exhausted him mentally, but right now, holding Kiara like this, he finally looked relaxed.

His thumb gently brushed the fading mark near her forehead. The injury from the attack. The guilt still remained inside him. Kiara noticed it immediately. Her expression softened. "It's healing," she whispered quietly.

Donato's jaw tightened slightly. "I know." But his voice still carried that hidden fear. That night had shaken him completely. Kiara slowly placed her hand over his and whispered, "I'm okay, Ro." For a moment he said nothing.

Then suddenly he pulled her fully against his chest and held her tighter. Too tight. As if even now he was scared she would disappear. Kiara closed her eyes slowly and hugged him back.

Below them, laughter echoed loudly when Krish almost fell while dancing with Elio on the dance floor. Sofia laughed so hard she nearly dropped her drink while Enzo stood beside them shaking his head in disappointment.

"Your boyfriend is embarrassing," Elana commented calmly.

Sofia proudly crossed her arms. "That's why I like him."

"Poor taste," Enzo muttered.

"I heard that," Sofia glared.

Before Enzo could reply, someone suddenly shouted dramatically-

"MUSIC!"

Albert grabbed Kavya's hand and pulled her toward the center of the dance floor under the cheering of both the Rajputs and Romanos. The musicians immediately changed the melody into a soft romantic Italian tune.

Albert bowed dramatically in front of Kavya and extended his hand toward her. "Mrs. Romano," he said proudly. "May I have this dance?" Kavya rolled her eyes but placed her hand in his anyway. "You're impossible."

"And you married me anyway." Everyone laughed again while the couple slowly began dancing beneath the glowing lights. Watching them,

Kiara smiled softly. Donato leaned near her ear and whispered quietly, "Will you dance with me, Mrs. Romano?" he whispered softly.

A small smile bloomed across Kiara's face instantly. "Gladly, Mr. Romano," she whispered back. Donato extended his hand toward her like a gentleman from another era, and Kiara placed her delicate hand in his without hesitation. He slowly pulled her toward the dance floor. The moment his arm wrapped around her waist and her hand settled against his chest, the rest of the world faded.

The music softened. The lights blurred. Only they remained. Donato looked down at her with such intensity that Kiara's heart trembled slightly. Even after everything-after the fights, jealousy, fear, and misunderstandings-this man still looked at her as if she was the most precious thing he had ever touched.

Kiara slowly rested her head against his chest while they swayed gently with the music. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed Rose sitting quietly on a comfortable cream sofa near her own grandmother, Nonna and a few older guests. Her injured ankle was resting carefully on a small cushion while a shawl covered her legs.

For a moment guilt touched Kiara's heart. Rose had saved her life. If she had not pushed her away that night, the bullet could have- Kiara immediately stopped the thought. Still... somewhere deep inside herself, another selfish emotion existed too.

She hated admitting it, but tonight she was relieved Rose could not move around freely. At least tonight she was sitting quietly in one place instead of staying close to Donato every second. Kiara wanted this night. Her husband. Their moment.

Just once without fear, jealousy, or interruptions. She sighed softly and looked up at Donato again. He was already staring at her. "What are you thinking?" he murmured.

"Nothing," she whispered.

He did not believe her, but he did not push further either. Instead, he simply pulled her a little closer. Around them, the younger generation slowly began pairing up on the dance floor. Nobody cared who was officially together and who was not. It became chaos again within minutes.

Sofia immediately dragged Krish with her while he dramatically complained about not knowing Italian dance steps. Ayush laughed loudly watching his younger brother struggle while Arav dance with wife.

Near the edge of the dance floor, Enzo finally gathered enough courage to walk toward Elana. Without saying much, he simply extended his hand. Elana froze for a second. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise. Then slowly... she smiled. A real smile.

The kind reserved only for him. She placed her hand in his, and Enzo's fingers closed around hers carefully as though she was something fragile. He guided her toward the dance floor while her heart beat wildly inside her chest.

" Why You're staring," Elana muttered softly.

Enzo smirked slightly. "Can you blame me?"

Elana immediately looked away to hide her blush while he chuckled quietly. Not far away, the younger ones had now decided the elders should dance too. Krish and Ayush practically dragged Shivam and Meera toward the center despite their protests.

"Enough, enough, people are watching," Meera whispered embarrassed.

"Exactly why you should dance," Krish grinned shamelessly.

Soon Shivam's hand settled gently around Meera's waist while hers rested on his shoulder. For a moment both looked awkward, unfamiliar with such open affection in front of family. But then slowly they relaxed. They began swaying softly together.

Shivam looked down at her with quiet emotion in his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered.

Meera looked confused. "For what?" "For taking care of me... for waiting for me... for loving my kids-" "Our kids," she corrected softly before he could finish. Shivam blinked. "They are our children, Shivam ji," Meera whispered with moist eyes. "Not just yours. So of course I would love my children... and my husband."

Something inside Shivam broke beautifully at those words. His eyes turned red instantly. Without caring who watched, he pulled her gently closer into his arms.

From their seats nearby, Dhani and Jaswant watched silently. Jaswant's old eyes softened watching his son finally happy after so many years. "I really hurt them, didn't I?" he said quietly.

Dhani looked at the dancing couple with tears shining in her eyes. "Yes," she answered honestly. "We did." Jaswant lowered his head slightly. "But now they are together," Dhani continued softly. "Everyone is finally happy. So let us stop living in the past now."

Jaswant slowly nodded. For the first time in years, peace truly existed inside the Rajput and Romano families together. And beneath the glowing Italian lights, surrounded by laughter, music, and dancing hearts, it felt as though every broken relationship was finally beginning to heal.

_____

On the dance floor, Albert refused to let Kavya go even for a second. His arm stayed tightly around her waist as if he feared someone might suddenly take her away. Kavya shook her head with a helpless smile.

"You are suffocating me," she murmured.

Albert instantly loosened his hold in panic. "Sorry. Sorry. I did not mean to-"

Before he could continue, Kavya laughed softly and wrapped both arms around his neck again. "I was joking." Albert stared at her for two full seconds before narrowing his eyes dramatically. "You enjoy torturing me."

"Very much."

The people around them laughed as Albert groaned loudly, earning another round of teasing from the Romano siblings. Meanwhile, near the center of the floor, Donato slowly swayed with Kiara in his arms.

Unlike before, tonight there was no distance between them. No hesitation. His hand rested carefully against her lower back while her head leaned against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart beneath the black tailored suit.

Donato lowered his head slightly and kissed her forehead softly, right over the fading injury. "Does it still hurt?" he whispered.

"A little."

His jaw tightened immediately with guilt. Kiara noticed it and sighed softly before lifting her hand to his cheek. "Stop blaming yourself."

"I almost lost you."

The answer came instantly, raw and honest. Kiara's eyes softened. She moved closer without another word, and Donato closed his eyes for one brief moment, as if simply holding her like this healed something inside him.

Not far away, Enzo and Elana danced together in silence. No teasing. No smirks. No arguments. Just silence. Elana's cream-colored gown moved softly with every step while Enzo's gaze never left her face. His hand held hers firmly, almost possessively, like he was afraid she would disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly.

"You are staring too much," Elana finally whispered. "And you are too beautiful tonight." Her breath hitched slightly. Enzo noticed. Of course he noticed. A faint smirk touched his lips, but this time it carried warmth instead of arrogance.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked
"doing what?" he asked
"This dance an all." she reaply."
"Becuse i want too simple." he reply.

Elana rolled her eyes immediately to hide her fluster. "Whatever." Enzo chuckled quietly, and for the first time in years, the darkness around him felt lighter.

On the other side of the dance floor, Sofia and Krish were an absolute disaster. Krish kept stepping on her gown every few seconds. "For God's sake, WATCH YOUR FEET," Sofia whisper-yelled.

"I am trying!"

"You dance like an injured giraffe!"

"That is rude."

"That is truth!"

Krish looked offended for exactly three seconds before suddenly spinning her dramatically. Sofia gasped loudly, almost losing balance, but Krish caught her just in time, pulling her straight into his chest.

For one second both froze. Then Sofia slowly blinked up at him. Krish grinned proudly. "See? Professional."

"You almost killed me."

"But you survived."

Sofia tried not to laugh. Failed miserably. Near the tables, the elders watched the younger generation with peaceful smiles.

Nearby, Dhani Rajput silently watched Shivam and Meera dancing together after years of separation. There was still guilt in her eyes. Still regret. But tonight, for the first time in years, that guilt no longer felt unbearable.

Because her family was finally together again. Jaswant slowly reached for her hand beneath the table. Dhani looked at him in surprise. Jaswant cleared his throat awkwardly. "You keep crying today."

"You cried too."

"I did not."

"You absolutely did."

"I had dust in my eye."

Dhani stared at her husband for a second before unexpectedly laughing quietly. A real laugh. One she had not laughed in years. And seeing that, everyone around them smiled. Because tonight was not only about Albert and Kavya's wedding.

It was about broken relationships healing. About families becoming whole again. About love surviving anger, pride, distance, and pain. And beneath the glowing Italian lights, surrounded by music and laughter, for one rare perfect night-everyone was finally happy.

_______

The celebration had exhausted everyone completely. By the time the long line of luxurious cars entered the massive gates of the Romano mansion again, the night had already melted into early morning darkness.

The grand wedding had ended hours later than expected because nobody wanted the night to finish. There had been endless dancing beneath the Italian lights, laughter echoing through the palace halls, emotional speeches, teasing, music, Food, wine, family photographs, and memories that would remain with them forever.

Now the mansion stood glowing warmly against the quiet night sky, its golden exterior lights soft and welcoming, almost as if the house itself was waiting to embrace its new bride. The moment Kavya stepped out of the car beside Albert, soft cheers erupted again despite everyone being half asleep.

"There comes the bride!"

"Careful, Albert, don't faint now after finally marrying her!"

"Someone hold him, he waited too many months for this!"

Albert rolled his eyes dramatically but the huge grin on his face betrayed him completely. One arm stayed possessively around Kavya's waist as though he still could not believe she was truly his wife now.

At the mansion entrance, Nonna and Aravi stood waiting with warm smiles. Even though this was an Italian wedding, some traditions refused to disappear. Aravi lightly touched Kavya's forehead lovingly before whispering softly, "Welcome home, daughter."

Kavya's eyes softened emotionally at the words. Nonna then looked toward Albert sternly. "You better keep her happy." Albert immediately raised both hands dramatically. "Nonna, I worship this woman. Ask anyone."

Everyone burst into laughter. "Yes, we know," Sofia said loudly. "The entire world knows."

"Unfortunately," Donato added dryly. Albert glared at him while tightening his hold around Kavya possessively. "Jealous because my wife actually likes me."

"Careful," Donato replied lazily while Kiara hid her laugh beside him. "You got married five hours ago and already started talking too much." Their banter filled the entrance hall while servants carried gifts and decorations inside. The younger cousins looked exhausted but excited, still replaying moments from the wedding nonstop.

Meanwhile, the older family members were visibly tired. Meera rested against Shivam's side for support while Dhani slowly walked beside Jaswant, who surprisingly kept checking whether his wife was tired or not. Years of distance and bitterness had softened within a single emotional day, and everyone could feel it.

Krish yawned loudly. "If nobody feeds me again, I might collapse here."

"You already ate six times," Ayush deadpanned.

"That was emotional eating." Sofia laughed while Elio, half asleep in Krish's arms, murmured sleepily, "Buddy... don't die..." That made the entire hallway erupt again. The heavy atmosphere from the past few weeks finally felt lighter tonight. Peaceful. Whole.

After some final teasing and blessings, the family finally decided enough was enough. The bride and groom needed rest. And honestly, so did everyone else. Aravi clapped her hands lightly. "Alright, everyone out. Let the couple breathe."

Immediately the teasing doubled. "Oh yes, let them breathe."

"Actually no, don't let Albert breathe."

"Kavya , if he annoys you, throw him outside."

"Too late," Enzo smirked. "He's been annoying for years."

Albert looked personally offended. "I hate all of you."

"No you don't," Kiara laughed. Then finally, after endless laughter, the family escorted Kavya upstairs toward Albert's room. Or rather- Their room now. The hallway itself had been decorated beautifully. Warm golden candles glowed along the walls while white roses and soft fairy lights wrapped around the staircase railings. The scent of fresh flowers lingered gently in the air.

When the large bedroom doors opened, Kavya paused. The room looked straight out of a dream. Soft golden lighting illuminated the massive room while white and deep maroon roses covered almost every surface. Delicate candles flickered near the windows. Silk curtains moved softly with the night breeze entering from the balcony.

The huge bed was decorated elegantly with petals-not overwhelming, but romantic enough to make Kavya instantly blush. Albert looked at the room once. Then looked at Kavya. Then back at the room. And finally sighed dramatically.

"I survived all these month for this moment." Kavya laughed tiredly while shaking her head. Behind them, Elana immediately pushed Albert inside. "Enough talking. Go." Sofia joined instantly. "Yes, let the poor bride rest."

"I am the tired one!" Albert protested while everyone laughed again. Donato pulled the doors slightly closer while smirking at his older brother. "Congratulations, Mr. Romano." Albert's expression softened unexpectedly at the words. For a second, all teasing disappeared.

He looked back at Kavya standing inside the beautifully decorated room. His wife. Actually his wife. The realization visibly hit him again. A slow emotional smile appeared on his face before he looked back at his family. "Thank you," he said quietly.

And this time, nobody teased him. Because everyone understood what those words truly meant. After everything he had endured years ago...After betrayal, heartbreak, loneliness, and waiting...Albert Romano had finally found his home.

Inside that room. Standing beside Kavya. With soft smiles, the family slowly left the hallway one by one, their footsteps fading into the quiet mansion until only silence remained outside the newlywed couple's room. And behind those closed doors- A new beginning waited for them."
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Kiara Pov

The moment I stepped inside our room, my entire body froze. Because there he was. My husband had just walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered, completely unaware of the effect he had on me.

A white towel hung low on his hips, dangerously loose, while droplets of water still traced slow paths down his bare chest. His dark hair was damp and slightly messy, some strands falling over his forehead. The warm light of the bedside lamps mixed with the pale moonlight spilling through the curtains, making his skin glow softly.

For one long second, I forgot how to breathe. God. How could someone look this unfairly attractive without even trying? My eyes betrayed me instantly, shamelessly lingering over him longer than they should have.

Over the sharp lines of his shoulders. The hard planes of his chest. The muscles flexing lightly as he rubbed a towel through his wet hair. His abs. His veins. Everything about him looked sinful in the most beautiful way possible.

And the worst part? He noticed. Of course he noticed. A slow smirk appeared on his lips as his dark eyes locked onto mine. Dangerous. Amused. Completely aware of the fact that I had been staring. "Enjoying the view, darling?"

His voice came low and teasing, still rough. Heat rushed to my face so fast it almost hurt. "I- shut up," I muttered quickly, turning my face away as if that could somehow save my dignity now. It was pointless though.

Because the image was already burned permanently into my brain. Behind me, I heard his soft chuckle. Deep. Warm. The kind that always made my stomach flutter embarrassingly. I tried focusing on literally anything else. The flowers decorating the room. The candles. The soft golden lights. Anything except the half naked man slowly walking toward me like he had all the confidence in the world.

But then his scent reached me. Fresh shower gel mixed with his natural rich masculine fragrance. And that alone nearly destroyed my remaining sanity. I swallowed hard when I suddenly felt him behind me. Close. Too close. My heartbeat instantly betrayed me.

One of his hands slowly reached around me, fingers brushing lightly against my waist as he leaned near my ear. "But you were staring so seriously," he whispered teasingly. "I thought maybe my wife liked what she saw."

I closed my eyes for one second. Dangerous man. Absolutely dangerous. " no Mr romano you're wrong. Your wife was not staring," I defended weakly. A quiet laugh escaped him. "Really?" he murmured. "Then why did she stop breathing?"

My jaw dropped slightly before I turned around immediately to glare at him, but the glare died the second I looked up. Big mistake. Very big mistake. Because now he was standing directly in front of me. Bare chest. Wet hair.

Drops of water still sliding down his neck. And those green eyes. Those stupid beautiful Heavenly green eyes looking at me like I was the only thing in this world worth seeing. My heartbeat became completely unstable. i am goner for this eyes."

Donato looked down at me softly now, the teasing in his expression fading into something warmer. Gentler. His fingers slowly moved upward and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You look beautiful tonight," he said quietly.

The sincerity in his voice hit me harder than the teasing ever could. I looked away shyly. "You already told me that at the wedding."

"And I'll keep saying it," he replied immediately. "Until my wife finally understands how breathtaking she is." My cheeks burned again. God. How was I supposed to survive this man for the rest of my life?

Before I could answer, he suddenly pulled me gently against his chest. A soft gasp left my lips at the sudden warmth of his skin against mine. "Donato-"

"Hm?"

"You're wet."

"That sounds like a you problem, sweetheart."

I slapped his chest lightly at that while he laughed again, holding me tighter. The sound vibrated through his chest beneath my cheek. For a moment, everything became quiet. No wedding chaos. No guests. No family drama. No danger. Just us.

His fingers slowly traced circles on my back while I melted against him without even realizing it. Safe. Warm. Loved. After a few silent moments, he tilted my chin upward gently. His gaze softened when he looked at me.

"You tired?"

"A little," I admitted quietly.

"Mhm." He brushed his thumb softly across my cheek. "But you're still fighting sleep."

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. "And how exactly do you know that?"

"Because," he said smugly, "my wife keeps secretly staring at me instead of blinking." I gasped dramatically while he burst out laughing. "You are impossible."

"And you're obsessed with me."

"I am not."

"Darling," he whispered while pulling me impossibly closer, "you looked ready to faint two minutes ago." I buried my burning face into his chest immediately while he laughed even harder and wrapped both arms around me protectively.

My breath completely stopped when his fingers tilted my chin upward gently. his dark eyes stayed fixed on my lips while drops of water from his damp hair fell against my cheeks and neck, making my skin shiver violently. He was standing so close that I could barely think straight. His bare chest pressed dangerously against me, warm and solid, while one strong arm rested around my waist possessively, keeping me trapped between him and the wall.

"Why are you suddenly so quiet now, Mrs. Romano?" he murmured softly, dangerously close. I swallowed hard. Because you look unfairly hot. Because you smell too good. Because every time you look at me like this, my brain stops functioning.

But instead of saying any of that, I muttered weakly, "You are doing this intentionally." A slow grin appeared on his lips. "Doing what?"

"This..." I waved my hand vaguely toward him without looking directly at his body again. "Walking around half naked and acting innocent." He chuckled deeply. "Darling, I just came out of the shower."

"That sounds like your problem."

"No," he whispered while leaning even closer, "I think the problem is that my wife cannot stop staring at me." Heat exploded across my face again. I tried to push him lightly, but he caught both my wrists effortlessly and pinned them gently against his chest.

"Ro-"

Donato suddenly leaned down near my ear again. "So," he whispered huskily, "Beside this room, my brother is probably starting his wedding night." His lips brushed dangerously close to my jaw. "Should we have ours too, darling?"

I nearly choked on air. "ROO!" He laughed instantly while I hid my burning face against his chest again. "Oh God," I muttered, mortified. "Why do you talk like this so casually?" I smacked his shoulder lightly.

"Why not?" he whispered against my ear, voice deep and warm enough to send shivers through my entire body. "My brother is probably having the most intense night of his life right now. The way he was desperate to marry Kavya..." He grinned lazily. "I am very sure he is not letting her rest tonight."

"Donato!" I gasped, horrified. His laugh vibrated through his chest beneath my cheek. "So," he continued shamelessly while moving closer and closer until there was barely any space left between us, "why should we not have our intense night too, hmm?"

My breath caught. The way he looked at me-God. Those dark eyes. That dangerous softness mixed with hunger. I could barely breathe under that gaze. His hand slid slowly along my waist before settling possessively on my lower back, pulling me flush against him. I instinctively closed my eyes when I felt his warm breath near my lips.

The next second-my back hit the wall softly. A startled breath escaped me before he kissed me. Deep. Rough. intense. Like a man who had been starving for days and had finally reached the only thing capable of satisfying him.

The kiss stole every coherent thought from my mind instantly. One of his hands cradled my jaw firmly while the other tightened around my waist, trapping me completely against him. His lips moved against mine with overwhelming emotion-passion, frustration, relief, love-everything poured into that single kiss.

A shaky sound escaped my throat when he kissed me harder. He swallowed it immediately. My fingers instinctively tangled into his damp hair as I tried to keep up with him, but it was impossible. Donato kissed like he felt everything too deeply. Like even affection became dangerous inside him because of how intensely he loved.

The faint scent of his shower soap mixed with his natural masculine fragrance surrounded me completely, dizzying me further. "Darling..." he breathed against my lips before kissing me again immediately, slower this time but somehow even more devastating.

His forehead rested against mine for one trembling second. "You drive me insane," he whispered hoarsely. My chest rose and fell uncontrollably. "You are not any better," I whispered back breathlessly. A low chuckle escaped him.

Then his lips brushed softly near the corner of my mouth, along my cheek, near my jaw-completely opposite from the rough desperation moments ago. Now every touch felt careful. Worshipping.

Like he was reminding himself I was really here. Really safe. Really his. My eyes fluttered shut again when he buried his face near my neck and inhaled deeply. His arm slid beneath my thighs suddenly, lifting me effortlessly off the floor. A soft gasp escaped my lips before he kissed me again. Hard. Possessive. The kind of kiss that stole breath and thought at the same time.

My fingers tightened around his shoulders automatically as he held me against him like I weighed nothing. His lips moved hungrily against mine, pulling gently at my lower lip before deepening the kiss again. Heat rushed through my entire body when his hand pressed more firmly against my waist, grounding me against him completely.

I did not even realize when he started walking. The world blurred around us. All I could feel was him. His warmth. His touch. His breath mixing with mine. Then suddenly my back touched the softness of the bed.

Donato hovered above me, breathing heavily, his damp hair falling slightly over his forehead while his dark eyes searched mine intensely. The moonlight spilling through the curtains mixed with the golden bedside lamp, casting soft shadows across his face and bare chest.

He looked devastating. Dangerous. Beautiful. His gaze dropped to my lips again before he lowered himself slowly, burying his face against my neck. I shivered instantly when his breath brushed my sensitive skin.

"Darling..." he whispered hoarsely, voice strained with restraint, "stop me now... otherwise I will not be able to control myself." My chest rose sharply. I could hear the conflict inside his voice. The care. The desperation. The love.

Slowly, I lifted my trembling hands and cupped his face, making him look at me. "No," I whispered breathlessly. "Do not stop." His eyes darkened instantly. "Kiara-"

"I want you," I confessed softly, honestly. "Do not control yourself, Ro... I am yours." Something inside him snapped at those words. The restraint disappeared completely from his eyes.

Donato crashed his lips against hers again with overwhelming hunger, kissing her like he had been starving for her for days. His hands moved shakily to the knots of her dress, fingers impatient yet careful at the same time as he slowly untied them one by one. Kiara's breath trembled against his mouth while her own hands wandered everywhere-his chest, his shoulders, his back-feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingertips as if reassuring herself he was truly there.

Tonight there were no arguments between them. No fear. No insecurity. No outside world. Only this desperate pull toward each other. Only love mixed with aching desire. The room was dim except for the soft golden bedside lamp and the silver moonlight spilling through the curtains.

Their uneven breaths filled the silence as Donato's lips trailed away from her mouth, moving slowly along her jaw, down her throat, lingering against the sensitive skin there until soft shivers ran through her entire body.

"Ro..." she whispered helplessly, fingers tightening in his damp hair. That single broken whisper nearly destroyed the last thread of control he had left. He looked at her for a moment-really looked at her-as if trying to memorize every expression on her face. The flushed cheeks, trembling and sowellen lips, watery eyes full of trust and love only for him.

His wife. His entire world. Slowly, carefully, he pushed the loosened fabric from her shoulders while pressing soft kisses against her skin, each touch somehow both worshipful and desperate. Kiara's breathing became uneven when he pulled her closer against him, their bare skin finally touching fully, warmth melting into warmth beneath the blankets.

The closeness felt intoxicating. Comforting. Consuming. Their clothes disappeared carelessly onto the floor beside the bed-her dress tangled with his discarded towel-completely forgotten in the haze of emotion surrounding them.

Donato pulled her into his arms again immediately afterward, as though distance itself had become unbearable. Kiara wrapped herself around him just as tightly, burying her face into his neck while he kissed her clevaged softly this time, slower now, gentler.

The intensity between them did not disappear. It deepened. Because beneath all the passion was something far more dangerous-love so overwhelming it terrified them both.

Kiara could hear his heartbeat pounding wildly against her chest while his fingers stroked her back tenderly, calming her trembling little by little. Every touch carried apologies for the pain they caused each other. Every kiss carried reassurance that despite everything, they still belonged together.

And when Donato whispered her name against her skin like a prayer, Kiara realized something painfully beautiful- No matter how much they fought...No matter how much they hurt each other... They would always find their way back here. Back into each other's arms.

Ughhh, it's so hot here hehe, I mean the weather has gotten really hot, isn't it?🙃😉
I don't know how it turned out, but I was trying to write a hot, intense scene that gives you all those giddy butterfly feelings. Did you all feel the intensity?🙂

Anyway, please share your thoughts and vote,bye bye🫡