*Modern Time*
*Enola POV*
what the actual fuck!
This is the first thing that came to my mind as the old man standing in front of me asked
"Would you Sandra Holland take Jonathan Black as your lawfully wedded husband?"
how can i be this stupid?
i was obviously put into this dress for the wedding which this fucker clearly mentioned was today.
"You better say yes!"
i was jolted a bit when Johnathan leaned into my ear and whispered the warning.
"What if i don't?" i whispered
His eyes switched from being calm to murderous scaring the shit out of me.
the look in his eyes was the same to when he chocked me to almost death.
i quickly turned and replied
"I do!"
i don't wanna die this young. i have to return to my world.
With my permission the person who these people call priest turned towards the Fucker and asked the same question to which he happily replied
"I do"
"I now pronounce you man and wife. you may kiss the bride"
My eyes went wide at the last sentence.
Kiss?! in front of all these people
Yes there are people here not many but still!
my cheeks went crimson as i lowered my gaze.
Suddenly someone lifted my head by my chin. Then a pair of soft lips landed on mine
I wanted to scream and run away but..... my legs were numb and stuck to the floor.
the kiss was slow and addictive.
i found myself slowly melting into it as a low moan escaped my mouth.
i was so lost in the kiss that i didn't notice the claps and cheers of people in the background.
slowly pulling away i met the eyes of the only person i call fucker.
John!
did i just gave him a nickname?
His eyes held weird emotions.
I felt his eyes were speaking to me telling that they would love and cherish me forever.
she never witnessed such emotions in anyone's eyes.
.
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*After the wedding*
Enola was sitting in the balcony of John's room or should i say their room letting the wind caresses her skin.
she was confused more like conflicted!
if her logic was saying something her emotions were saying otherwise.
they both were actually at war.
the war was disturbed by someone entering the balcony.
Enola looked up and saw her newly married husband.
"You look breath taking"
Johnathan complimented
"Thank you!" Enola wanted to say that out loud but somehow her voice betrayed her and it came out more like a whisper.
Johnathan smiled at his wife's shyness and forwarded his hand.
"Let's have a bite! you didn't eat anything since morning"
Enola was a bit shocked. she didn't expect he cared about her eating.
back in her world if the woman was not skinny she wouldn't be considered pretty thus can't get a suitable groom
since Enola had a curvy body she was often forced to skip dinner and sometimes lunch.
being a foodie it was hard for her but she got use to it.
she hesitantly took john's hand as he started to lead her where he wanted.