Tiana And Naveen Wedding Novels & Stories

“Maybe not now. But who can say about the future?” “There won’t be a future either.” Navia looked directly into her eyes, calm and composed. “I’m already married.” Vanessa froze. “You’re married?” Her gaze immediately dropped to Navia’s hand. Only then did Navia realize the problem. Her marriage to Leonel had happened too suddenly. They had the marriage certificate, but no wedding rings. Still, she continued steadily, “If Miss Vale doesn’t believe me, feel free to investigate. My name is Navia Harrison. In Kingsley, you can ask almost anyone. I doubt there’s many people who don’t know who I am.”

But inside I felt nervous. Alexander appeared behind me in a black tuxedo. He looked incredible. Dangerous. Handsome. “You look beautiful,” he said quietly. I turned around. “Thank you. Ready to act like the perfect couple again?” He offered me his arm. “Tonight we don’t have to act.” The ride to the venue was quiet. When we arrived, cameras flashed everywhere. Alexander kept his hand on my lower back as we walked the red carpet. Inside the ballroom, everything sparkled. Crystal chandeliers, flowers everywhere, rich people in expensive clothes.

Nathan's POV Today marked Emma Davies' and my fifth wedding anniversary, as well as the 15th time we were supposed to register our marriage. We had planned to go to my favorite restaurant for lunch, then head to City Hall afterward. However, when I finished my work and rushed to the restaurant, I found a large crowd of people. I froze, my expression turning dark. I looked at Emma, my eyes full of questions. "Nathan, you're here." Emma waved at me. "Keegan landed a big deal today. Everyone wanted to celebrate, but they couldn't get a reservation, so I just brought them along. It's just a meal anyway. It'll be lively with more people."

her father, Owen Wynn, said. Evelyn sat on the couch. Tiana watched Evelyn for a moment, then said in a low, conflicted tone, "On the 26th, Daniel's supposed to hold a wedding for you, right?" Evelyn frowned, not sure where this was going yet. Before she could answer, Tiana continued, "Let Zoe have the wedding instead." Evelyn's whole body went still.

“No leaks. Not now. Not until it’s time.” He extended a hand, not in ceremony, but in agreement. I took it, firm and deliberate. The contact sparked something—a jolt of warmth, a quiet understanding. Two people stepping into a storm together, armed with nothing but strategy and fragile trust. --- The wedding was intimate. A quiet chapel hidden in the hills, no press, no cameras. A few witnesses—lawyers and Charlotte, ensuring the contract was honored.

He couldn’t afford to fail now; too much was at stake. With a final adjustment to his sehra, Mihir stepped out, greeted by the sound of traditional wedding music—dhols and shehnai. The ceremony was about to begin. Parshav's parents, Parth and Riya Rajvanshi were there talking with the Jindal family. As soon as they saw the groom coming, Riya came forward and took him towards the stage, Tami came out after 5 minutes looking beautiful. They were asked to exchange the garlands. Mihir put the garland around her neck but Tami didn't. Gaurvi made her do the same. Everyone applauded and then they were led to the mandap.

"I guess you're on your way to getting your dreams to come true." He nodded. "Let's talk about this later, I believe we have guest-bearing gifts." I turned away from my new husband and focused on the interior decoration of the church. There were neatly trimmed flowers and balloons tied all around the church. The decorations were nothing simple but elegant just how I wanted them. Soon, the audience formed a line and each of them came forward carrying either an envelope or other gifts. It was an elite wedding and nothing less than expensive and lavish gifts were expected. "Hailey, focus!"

As the ceremony began, close witnesses gathered—Yu Zhen, Rita, Mark, Christopher, Chloe, Hillary, Ashley's mom, Ian's grandfather, and others who had played integral roles in their journey. Ian, dressed in a tailored suit, stood at the altar with a mixture of nerves and genuine emotion. Ashley, radiant in an elegant gown, approached him with a smile that conveyed both joy and a hint of the unexpected journey they had shared. The officiant, capturing the essence of their story, began with a reflection on the unconventional path that led them to this moment. Ian's initial disdain for Ashley, their contract marriage, and the gradual transformation of their relationship were all woven into the n

Leila stiffened. His grip was firm—possessive. She wanted to pull away. But she couldn’t. Instead, she forced a smile and let him lead her out of the car. The moment they stepped onto the red carpet, the crowd erupted. “Adrian! Over here!” “Leila, how does it feel to be Mrs. Kane?” "Was this a whirlwind love story?" “Tell us about the wedding!” Leila smiled through it all, her heart hammering in her chest.

Look where it got me at the end of the day. I was face flat on the bed, crying and staining my entire white and gold sheets with makeup. That was how it happened. I had filed for divorce not too long after that day, and two months later, we went our separate ways. With the nonchalant attitude back at the event center, I thought he cared little to avoid our marriage. I was surprised when he was reluctant to sign the papers and if my bodyguards didn't hold me back, I was ready to throw hands at that man.