Sakura Nikah Novels & Stories

I heard my father saying and I paused at the door. "It might take a while but we will pay the money. Her happiness is more important to us and she isn't happy about any of this. I can't even give her the assurance that she will be happy being married to your son. I am sorry but we can't....." I pushed through the door and they all turned to me. They were sitting with a woman I had never seen before, she had a scarf tied around her face like she was hiding from someone. "Don't worry about it..." I said immediately. "I accept the proposal.. Get me married" She has accepted the offer...The interesting part will soon be here.

Akira was almost ready when she heard the doorbell ring and ran to get the door . She was wearing a beautiful peach colored line dress which was accentuating her features . She wore matching sneakers to complement her look . She had her hair in loose curls and was looking nothing less than a pretty peach . When she opened the door, she found Vikram holding a bouquet of baby's breath which was Akira's favorite thing in the world . He was dressed in casuals but still looked like a fashion model who has jumped straight out of a catalog .

Admiring me. "Sakura you came?" I hear a familiar voice as everyone moved their gazes to their partners. I turned to see Mizuki, he kissed at the back of my hands and took me to the dance floor. We twirled and swayed to the music. Mizuki is my cousin. He likes to be the playboy. He is good looking and girls die for him. But me. He stayed by my side till the time for my father to give his speech. I hate this part on each and every party. I hate the silence that is observed as one voice boom through the walls. Irritatingly ticking my ears.

Sora had tea and I had hot coffee as we talked about the lights. "We should bring the kids next time. They'll be so fascinated with the lights." Sora said as I chuckled. "Yeah we'll take the kids to see the lights somewhere else. This place is now our private love spot." I said as Sora blushed, his left hand bumped against my right hand softly. I placed my hand over Sora's left hand, humming to the feel of the cold wedding ring that proved to everyone that he was mine and will always be mine even unto death.

She knew about Japanese culture, but only the basic exposure her father allowed her, which made me wonder why. "The fun part of all this is that the bride and groom then drink three cups of sake, a Japanese alcohol, of different sizes in a ritual known as sansankudo. This is imperative to strengthen the relationship, and finally, after the groom reads the wedding vows, the couple makes an offering of a sacred sakaki branch." "It's a beautiful ritual," Hiroshi admitted, and Pamela looked at him with pity. "That seems amazing. Do you still follow these traditions in the country?" my sister inquired.

Kenji wanted so badly to pull Sakura back and stop her from speaking, but it was too late. "Nice to meet you. I’m Sakura Nakano, KENJI'S FIANCE." Sakura even emphasized the word "fiance," not wanting her parents to doubt their status. Kenji watched as Akiko’s expression changed, but only for a moment. Her hand reached out to take Sakura’s. "Wow!" Akiko finally managed to speak after a brief silence. "Congratulations! Oji-san hasn’t mentioned anything to me." Akiko sounded cheerful—or at least tried to. But Kenji, who knew Akiko so well, could tell her smile—and congratulations—were far from genuine.

Eric immediately berated his assistant, "Don't be ridiculous. Ayla loves me too much to marry anyone else. Besides, she has completely cut ties with her family in Napleo…" He sounded very confident about it. Eric patted his assistant's shoulders and continued giving instructions. "Just guard all the entrances and exits well. Ayla will definitely make an appearance. Just make sure she doesn't get hurt when you take her away." The assistant was about to say more when Naomi came over gracefully in the wedding gown that I had painstakingly designed. "Eric, the wedding is about to start. Let's hurry over."

The wedding was 30 hours away. The owner of the pizzeria where it was to be held, Bob Walden, had long since helped me decorate the place the way I wanted it. When I called him, he cheerily asked whether I wanted to get more flowers to spruce the place further. I smiled bitterly. "I'm canceling the wedding, Mr. Walden." He sounded relieved. "That's great! You've finally seen sense. No proper man would make his wife settle for a wedding in a pizzeria in this day and age—he's just making a fool out of you!

"I'll make it up to you guys for sure." "Of course, you are," Darcy said, giving him a pat on his leg. "So you need to prepare Christmas gifts, birthday presents and Marcy won an award at school. I can make a list, if you want." We all laughed and Higan reached his hand out to my dad. "This might be late but it's nice to meet you, Mr. Martin. My name is Higan Parker and I'd be glad if you remember me because I will be marrying your son."

"Promise me that we will always be together until the end of our lives." "Yes, I promise you. I will only love you and always be with you forever." After making a promise, they held each other's hands and walked to the wedding altar. The smile on their face showed how happy they were.