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"Dinner at 7,honey"

I read as I walked into our room. It was kept with a red rose. A black tux was smiling at me wishing me for my third wedding anniversary.

I looked at my watch. It’s 6 now. I better hurry. But where is she? I tried to call her,but it's unreachable.
Anyway I don't want her to be angry on our day.

It took me 20 min or so and I was ready.
I walked out of the door and a message popped on my screen.

"Cassandra Plaza, Park area 3"

It was the venue. It was a big hotel.

"She booked a seat there, interesting." Talking to myself.

I reached the place. Right on time. It was bright lighting outside the hotel, it was looking different. As I walked in I saw tables arranged in particular circular fashion with a centered space. As I moved on wondering what's happening,I heard,

"Hey buddy, congratulations on your wedding" he was a old school friend.

"A..a..thanks" I couldn't understand.

Everyone was looking at me, like I'm some sort of movie star. I could recognize some faces, some from school, some from college. But I still couldn't figure out what was happening.

Suddenly a music started and everyone moved to sides clearing path for me.
Now I could see it, Parth weds Mehak, it was my wedding.

I walked toward the stage. Feeling a little embarrassed. I wanted to see her now. There she was, right behind the stage. I looked at her. She smiled and walked up the stage clinging the glass in her hand.

"Most of you know that we are three year wedded couple, but I'm very sorry that we were not able to invite you for our wedding. So it's for you, but most of all it's for a person, who loves me more than myself. Three years back when I was fighting with cancer, Parth proposed me to marry him. We were in a relationship but I didn't wanted him to marry me when I was diagnosed with the disease. And I want to repeat his words,
"You're not going to die, you're going to be my wife, and I don't let you choose death over me"
He married me that day in court and spent every penny of his wealth over my treatment and I'm here now living again. I.."
She started sobbing.
"I want him to be my husband for this and every life ahead"

I was froze looking at her. She ran toward me in her pearly wedding dress. We both were crying. She was for me and I was for her. We hugged. We kissed. I don't know I had done enough or not, but wedding doesn't concerns me, she does.

"I love you" she whispered.
"I love you too.." I cried.
And the hall filled with claps and music.

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