Bride No Veil Novels & Stories

“Later, my grandfather came and knelt in front of my brother to threaten him with his life. Only then did my brother somewhat yield and was willing to substitute the ghost bride for another bride during the formal wedding.” Rose was astonished and petrified. Seven years ago, the plan she had hatched for Jay was still vivid in her mind. “I’m truly sorry, Sir Ares. Your bride had run into an accident and she might not be able to fulfill her bridal duty today.” Jay glanced at her, almost without any hesitation. “It doesn’t matter, you’ll do. Put on the veil and remember that you’re not allowed to lift it during the wedding.” She put her veil on and realized that it was made of a unique material

I did not look at him. Fiancé. The word sat in the room and I let it sit there and examined what I thought about it, which was less than I might have expected and more complicated than I preferred. "They were shopping for wedding dresses," the manager continued. "The jewelry store was their second stop. The veil she was wearing, she had kept it from the bridal shop." I filed this away. The veil from the dreams, the veil the priestess had described, the veil that had been exactly right in every particular, and she had been wearing it because she was shopping for her wedding.

They scattered flower petals and murmured prayers before bringing the palanquin to the mandap. It opened, and the bride stepped out, her face covered by a thick ivory veil. She sat beside Dev. Instantly, his expression darkened, his brows furrowing as he carefully studied the woman beside him, but he could not see through her veil. His gaze trailed down to her hands, noting the intricate henna on her knuckles. A flat plate was handed to Dev, drawing his attention. He picked up the cream-colored garland, holding it silently for a moment before draping it around the woman’s neck.

Elisabeth's POV I used to think the veil was used to add more suspense to the wedding air. I thought it was used to keep the bridegroom on his toes as he awaits his bride but I could finally see the reason. The veil was used to hide whatever pain lay beneath. Whatever shadow was hovering over the face of the bride. As I approached the door with Claude following behind me, dread filled my chest. I wish I had the power to turn back time and I would not have even bothered to take the contract.

“Yvonne, come with me!” Yvonne’s hands were sweaty as her body trembled while being forcefully pulled by Darryl! She could not help but follow Darryl off the stage. What? The crowd was instantly fired up! There were many taboos on such traditional weddings. One of them was that the bride’s veil should never be removed before entering the bridal chamber! Even though the crowd was in shock, several men stared blankly at Yvonne as her true face was revealed. Beautiful, truly beautiful!

I wanted these photos to be leaked all over the social media, the internet, just after the marriage. I was surprised to see that her face was hidden because of that red wedding dress. That’s weird; I rarely have seen any bride hide her face at her wedding nowadays. I was about to lift her veil when the priest objected. “It is auspicious to lift the veil of the bride at the time of applying the vermilion only.” “Okay!” I shrugged, following his words. Even though I had to put the veil on my face, thankfully, it was made up of flowers, not clothes.

I said regardless. "Why?" He asked, his brows creased with confusion. "Because the groom is not supposed to see the bride till he takes off the veil," I told him, and he laughed shortly. "That's funny because I have seen the bride every other day, and now I am not supposed to see her on the day we get married." "Don't be silly," I said with a light smile. "It's a tradition, and that's what makes it special." "I don't mind the tradition," he said, his voice low as he took slow steps to me. He held my chin up. "You look beautiful too in this dress and all that, but I don't mind taking it off you."

His eyes, reflecting a mixture of nerves and joy, remained fixed on the journey ahead. Beside him, the bride floated in a gown of pristine white, the embodiment of grace and timeless beauty. The off-shoulder design showcased the delicate curve of her collarbones, and intricate embroidery told a story of commitment and love. A veil, like a whispering cascade of dreams, trailed behind her, framing a face adorned with a radiant smile.

She feels the need to do something, anything that doesn’t require her to sit still. She makes her way to the door, before she remembers that it is somewhat a taboo for others to see the face of the bride after the red veil has been donned on. This does not deter her, she rips the veil away and drops it on her bed. She changes her mind and picks it up, throwing it over her shoulder like a shawl. If she did somehow manage to convince Corgan to have the wedding immediately, she would need it in the temple before the rights would begin. As she suspects, her aunt is fast asleep in the living room. The streets of Dion are deserted, only children can be seen running around. Did the whole city go i

July knew very well what her family feared the most, that fear was their weak point. "That's why we made a simple event." Argus nodded silently, not daring to oppose her word at this point. "Oh, and about the invitation, you were talking about earlier. I will make a plan that there is no couple name or photo of us either on the invitation card or in the wedding room. Let people accept it as a new concept of modern style marriage. That's what I mean by blind wedding because the guests don't know the identity of my groom."