Myra POV

He pulled me close and showered my face with kisses. “I missed you a lot, little storm,” he said.

I smiled at him, burying my face in his chest and inhaling his scent. “I’m thinking about something,” I said, my heartbeat raging.

“What is that?” he whispered.

"After seeing all these celebrations for Sreehan’s wedding", I looked at him through the hug and said  ,"I wanted to get married like that, but you  married me in a quiet dramatic way".

“You want to marry me only, right?” he asked.

I chuckled.

“No, I want to marry someone else.”

His grip tightened as he kissed my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “Did you forget what I did last time, when you wanted to marry someone else?” His lips traveled to my earlobe. “I’m the same Adhvay, in case you think I’m vulnerable.... I’m vulnerable only in front of you, not to the world. I can still thrust my sword into any man's chest, if they come near you.”

“I know,” I said, folding my hands around his shoulders, my voice steady despite the weight of the truth. “Sreehan told me you killed my student’s father inside the jail itself, Raja varu ( king).”

He looked at me in surprise. “That idiot told you about it?”

“And you stalked me, huh?” I added.

“I didn’t stalk you,” he said immediately, his jaw tightening. “I just to keep an eye on you.” His words sent a sharp flutter through my chest.

“I’m capable of protecting myself, you know,” I said, meeting his gaze.

“I know,” he replied without slowing, his voice low and absolute, “but I still want to protect you—because you are my wife.”

He gripped my hand and made me walk with him, his hold firm, unyielding.

We reached the grand hall while the celebration was still in full swing, lights and laughter spilling everywhere.

Sreehan noticed us first, his face lighting up with even more joy. “You two got  patch up already?” he shouted.

“Affo, what about our mission, huh, vadinamma?” he added.

Veda blinked. “What mission?”

“The mission to get Adhvay to stop sulking,” Sreehan said, looking straight at me.

I shook my head sharply, signaling him to shut up.

“I didn’t sulk,” Adhvay gritted out, jaw tight.

“Yeah, yeah, you didn’t ,” sreehan shot back. “Veda, you should’ve seen his expressionless potato face for an entire year.”

Veda and I snorted at the same time, barely holding our laughter, while Adhvay’s grip on my hand tightened .

“I have an announcement to make,” Adhvay declared, drawing everyone’s attention.

Sreehan immediately leaned in close and whispered near my ear, “Did you get pregnant already? It hasn’t even been a week, vadinamma.”

My eyes widened. “Shut up, Sreehan. You’ll get beaten by your brother in front of your fiancée.”

“Huh, nothing special,” he cried dramatically. “She beats me all the time.”

Veda pinched his shoulder hard enough to make him yelp.

“What is it, Adhvay?” my father-in-law asked, happiness gleaming openly on his face.

Adhvay turned to me then, a slow smile curving his lips, his gaze locking onto mine with unmistakable intent. “I want to marry Myra,” he said calmly, firmly—then paused, eyes never leaving me. “Again....”

“Ohhh, anna, that’s awesome!” Sreehan and Veda squealed together, unable to contain their excitement.

“Panthulu gaaru( priest),” Adhvay said calmly, authority laced with certainty, “I want you to look  the muhurtham ( auspicous date and time) for our marriage.”

The priest smiled and nodded thoughtfully. “The day Sreehan and Veda are getting married is the most auspicious one, Raja varu. Such a rare alignment of stars comes only once in a long while,” Panthulu gaaru declared.

My father-in-law stepped closer to us, his voice warm with finality. “So that’s it, Adhvay. Myra and you, and Sreehan and Veda—both couples will get married on the same day.”

“I want everything to be done according to our customs,” Adhvay said firmly, his voice carrying authority, but the priest hesitated.

“For that, Raani gaaru ( queen) must stay in her own house, Raja varu ( king). Until the wedding, you both cannot stay under the same roof,” he explained gently.

“What?” Adhvay snapped instantly. “No. I won’t leave her.” His arm came around my shoulders without hesitation, pulling me into him in front of everyone, possessive and unyielding, as if the idea itself offended him.

The hall fell quiet before Rudra mama stepped forward, his voice heavy with emotion. “Adhvay… I have always wanted to see Myra get married properly, and I want to do everything for her as her father.”

My chest tightened as I lifted my eyes to Adhvay’s, silently pleading, my fingers curling into his sleeve, torn between tradition and the safety I felt only in his hold. " please" I said.

“Come on, anna, it’s only a matter of one month,” Sreehan added lightly, trying to sound reasonable.

Adhvay exhaled sharply, clearly unconvinced, his jaw tightening before he finally nodded. “Fine,But both of you will stay at Myra’s house—the one I gave you on your birthday.”

“Why there?” I asked, startled.

“Because that house is yours,” he replied calmly, leaving no room for argument, “and it’s still within our premises.”

The priest nodded in agreement. “Yes, you can do that,” he confirmed, and  everyone seemed relieved.

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Author’s POV

Soon, Veda and her family left the palace, and Myra stood in their chamber packing her things, though there was barely anything to take.

Adhvay had already filled the house he gave her with everything she could ever need. Adhvay didn’t enter the room; he leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, eyes fixed on her, burning into her skin until her heartbeat thrashed wildly and she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

With a small suitcase in her hand, Myra finally turned, her gaze colliding with Adhvay’s angry stare. “So… shall I go?” she asked softly.

“No,” he replied instantly, closing the distance between them. “I just got you back. Is this really necessary?”

She swallowed. “I never had a celebration of my own. This is the first one. I want to marry you properly. Last time, you did it in rage—it wasn’t a real celebration. No one blessed us. This time, we can do it right.”

Adhvay pulled her into a crushing hug, stealing her breath. “Fine,” he murmured, defeated. “Whatever my little storm wants.”

“So… shall I go now?” she asked again.

“Go now,” he whispered against her neck, voice dark with promise, “and I’ll bring you back—as Myra Adhvay Prathap Varman.”

“Then let me go,” she chuckled, holding back tears.

“I don’t want to,” he said, tightening his grip, refusing to let her go.

“Anna,” Sreehan called out, and Myra gently forced Adhvay to release her.

“Rudra uncle is waiting,” Sreehan added.

“I’ll come soon,” Myra said, cupping Adhvay’s cheek with aching tenderness before turning away.

Adhvay didn’t turn, didn’t watch her leave, he didnt want  to leave her again even a second.  For him, Myra is his wife with or without a wedding, from the moment he realized he love her.

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Sorry for the small chapter. I am busy lately... hope you like it❤️