Finally after having sex inside plane . Raj have planned to get Marry her before anything will happen . So after 2 day's at early morning when The sun had barely reached its peak . Then Raj and Diya stood in front of the city civil court. There was no elaborate mandap, no shower of flowers, no chanting priests — only the quiet promise of forever in the presence of law.

Diya stepped out of the car, her elegance turning heads even in the minimalist setting. She wore a soft blush pink chiffon lehenga that clung to her body with delicate grace. The lehenga was light yet luxurious, with a fine border of muted gold zari embroidery running along its edges. The way it wrapped around her curves was effortlessly seductive — not intentional, but undeniably alluring.

Her blouse was sleeveless, well-fitted, with a slightly plunging neckline that showed off the fine collarbones Raj had kissed just hours ago. A hint of her back peeked through the thin string-tie holding the blouse together, making her look every bit a goddess — simple, yet sinfully beautiful.

Her long hair was parted neatly in the center and pulled into a low, traditional bun, adorned with a single white mogra gajra, whose scent lingered sweetly around her. A thin trail of vermilion now decorated the parting of her hair — a bold, intimate declaration that she already belonged to someone. A small round red bindi adorned her forehead, subtly contrasting the softness of her pink attire.

Her makeup was minimal — just kajal defining her almond-shaped eyes, soft nude lipstick on her lips that had been kissed raw the night before, and a faint blush that wasn’t from the makeup kit but from the way Raj looked at her.

She wore delicate gold jhumkas that dangled gently with every move she made, and on her wrist was a sleek gold kada. Around her neck rested a fine chain with a tiny heart-shaped pendant, engraved with the letter “R” — a gift Raj had given her that morning, slipping it on with a smirk and a kiss on her nape.

Raj stood beside her in a tailored ivory shirt, the top button left open just enough to show a teasing glimpse of his sculpted chest. Paired with deep charcoal trousers and a polished watch on his wrist, he was a vision of quiet dominance and charm. His gaze never left Diya — every time his eyes traced over her, it was as if he was undressing her with just a look.

Inside the courtroom, the air was still, serious, but filled with meaning. The registrar sat at his desk with two witnesses — Raj’s childhood friend Aryan, and Diya’s college roommate, Rhea. No crowd. No cameras. Just four people witnessing a love that was already burning like fire.

“Full name of the groom?” the registrar asked, eyes on the form.

“Raj Malhotra.”

“And the bride?”

“Diya Sharma.”

Their voices were steady, yet brimming with something deeper — an electric tension only they could feel. The registrar passed the papers across the desk. Raj took the pen first, signing with a flourish. Then he turned to Diya, who inhaled softly and leaned forward.

As Diya signed her name, her bangles made a soft clinking sound — a sound that Raj had already begun to associate with home.

The registrar glanced over the signatures, affixed the seal, and looked up with a warm, brief smile. “Congratulations. You're legally husband and wife.”

For a moment, time paused.

Raj turned to Diya, his eyes drinking her in as if he were seeing her for the first time again. He stepped forward, slipped his fingers through hers, and leaned close to whisper, “Mrs. Malhotra… it suits you.”

Diya smiled shyly, her cheeks tinted with the pink of her saree. “And being yours suits me even more.”

As they walked out of the courtroom, hand in hand, Raj’s grip tightened just slightly. His body was calm, but his mind raced with everything he planned to do to his wife once they were alone again.

Diya felt it too — the promise in his touch. The lust in his silence.

Outside, the breeze tugged playfully at her pallu. Raj instinctively reached out, adjusting it around her shoulder, his fingers lingering on her skin. She looked up at him, breath catching in her throat.

“Let’s go celebrate our forever,” he murmured.

“How?” she teased.

“With locked doors and no clothes,” he replied smoothly.

And with a smirk on his lips and wicked heat in his eyes, Raj opened the car door for his bride, ready to begin the next chapter of their wild, untamed love story —

one court document and one satin saree at a time.

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