#Chapter54

Epilogue

Tara’s POV

I played with the golden beaded border of my Indian wedding dress as the makeup artist was busy doing my hair. Shraddha and aunt Zhea were ordering maids to carry the required items at the venue. I smiled at both of them and pinched myself once again, confirming if it was real. Am I seriously going to marry the man of my dreams? Nervous jitters went down my spine and I exhaled shakily. The artist passed me an assuring smile while adjusting flowers in my now nearly tied bun. Every time I looked in the mirror, my cheeks heated more under the rosy coat. Damn, I...