Paper Brides Novels & Stories

Kai was standing next to the priest. There was no beautifully decorated arch, no flowers, no banquet chairs adorned in a certain theme, not even bridemaids and groomsmen. Only him, the priest, and a small group of family and friends standing on both sides for the bride to pass. This was how Darina and Kai wanted it to be—simple, intimate, only with the closest circle, without glamour. Kai’s heart was already jumping out of his chest; it felt like he had been waiting for an eternity, but he had not even been standing at his spot for five minutes.

The weeks leading up to the wedding date 14th November was not only exciting but also stressful; Dominic had been pushing the construction company to finish up so that Katherine and the girls could get the decor company in and let them set up, and the wedding invites had been sent to the selected few outside the pack; Athena and Dominic had opted for a Garden wedding and a Beach party reception. Katherine had the decor company set up the seaside facing part of the yard with clear Tiffany chairs and a white carpet for the bridal party to walk down; red rose petals would be scattered just before the bridal party arrived. The wedding altar was a square draped with white net and she had insisted

stood beneath it, adorned with vibrant fabrics and adorned with fresh flowers. The couple, Sunena and Peter, took their places under the mandap, surrounded by family and friends. The pandit, a Hindu priest, chanted ancient Vedic verses and performed rituals, signifying the sacred bond of matrimony. The ceremony incorporated rituals such as the exchange of garlands, called the "varmala," and the circling of the holy fire, known as the "phere."

He reached out his hand, and I took it gently as he helped me towards the altar. All the chairs were filled. Pierre was his best man, and Sephora was my bridesmaid. Pierre was smiling widely with Sephora at his side. Queen Haley had also been invited, and she sat in the first row in her royal dress and crown. She gave me a polite smile, and I returned it with a subtle nod. None of this would have been possible if not for her kindness. The priest soon walked up to the altar, and everyone fell silent. “Now that the bride and groom are here, we may proceed.”

Thomas pauses, then says, “He is definitely anxious.” Timothy interrupts, “I’m sorry, but we are on a tight schedule. The bride needs to go to the chapel for pictures.” While we walk down the hall, Thomas hands me a platinum wedding band for Maxwell. I quickly tie it to my bouquet with a ribbon. Once at the chapel, I notice how the aisle is lined with white ribbon and white roses decorate each pew. There is an arch filled with white roses at the altar. The stained glass in the background gives drama and color to the room.

"Sign here." I hesitated, my mind racing. This is it? No vows, no exchange of rings, no groom by my side? Just a piece of paper? My father's piercing gaze bore into me, leaving no room for defiance. Slowly, I took the pen and signed my name. The ink barely dried before the lawyer declared, "Congratulations to the newly married couple!" Cheers erupted around me, the sound of applause and laughter filling the room. Music began to play, and guests mingled, as though nothing about this arrangement was out of the ordinary.

The air buzzed with activity as decorators, caterers, and event planners worked tirelessly to transform the beach into a breathtaking wedding venue. On the wedding day, the beach was adorned with pristine white decorations, flowers of various hues, and elegant drapery that billowed in the gentle sea breeze. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the gathering. The guests, a mix of Andersons and Laos, filled the seats in anticipation of the union between Felix and Charlotte.

The princess is worthless and is not considered by the Cannor family. "Ananda Albara Demian Dominic bin Nicholas Dominic. I marry you and I marry you to Ainayya Hikari Salvina bint Javior Jeon Cannor with a set of prayer tools. Cash!" said the judge. Javior deliberately didn't want to say goodbye because for him Nayya was nothing. And Nayya also has no right to get such a noble right from him. To him only Pavina deserves such privilege. Father failed. "I accept the marriage and the marriage of Ainayya Hikari Salvina bint Javior Jeon Cannor with the dowry paid in cash."

After some more rituals like Janev, Palla dastoor ( God Bharai) finally I would get married the day after tomorrow. All the females of my family along with Priya, Maurvi and Megha went to Sandhya's place to give her gifts, clothes, jewellery, sweets and all kinds of bridal trousseau items. I wish I could go but it was not possible. Priya said she would send me the pics and videos.... which she did... Sandhya was looking very pretty in pink colour saree.

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."