Chapter 38 — Until Death Do Us Part

The church stood glowing under soft golden lights, its tall stained-glass windows reflecting shades of crimson, blue, and gold across the marble floor.

Everything about the wedding was grand.

But Poornima looked beautifully simple.

She wore an elegant white gown with delicate embroidery flowing softly around her like moonlight. No heavy jewelry. No dramatic makeup. Just diamond studs, her childhood platinum bracelet, and the black platinum ring already resting on her finger.

In her hands, she held her favorite flowers—

White tulips.

Fresh. Soft. Peaceful.

Almost like her.

The church doors slowly opened.

Everyone turned.

Poornima entered beside her elder brother, who walked her down the aisle quietly while the choir sang softly in the background. Veeresh stood near the altar in a perfectly tailored black suit, his dark eyes fixed entirely on her the moment she appeared.

And for the first time in his life—

Salvatore Dreewan forgot to breathe for a second.

Because she looked unreal.

Not fragile.

Not broken.

Just… peaceful.

Her brother stopped in front of Veeresh slowly before placing Poornima’s hand into his.

“Take care of her,” he said quietly.

Not as a warning.

As a request.

Veeresh looked at him seriously before nodding once.

“I will.”

Then the ceremony began.

The priest stepped forward with a calm smile while everyone inside the church stood respectfully.

“Dearly beloved,” he began warmly, “we are gathered here today in the sight of God and these witnesses to unite this man and this woman in holy matrimony.”

The church fell completely silent.

Poornima stood beside Veeresh quietly, her fingers resting lightly in his hand while candlelight flickered around them.

The priest continued explaining the sacredness of Christian marriage—

A bond built on trust, patience, sacrifice, and companionship.

A promise to remain together in joy and suffering.

In sickness and health.

In peace and chaos.

Veeresh listened silently.

Strange.

A man like him was never meant for sacred vows.

Yet here he stood willingly.

Then came the vows.

The priest looked toward Veeresh first.

“Do you, Veeresh Dreewan, take Poornima Rathore to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, protect her, honor her, and remain beside her in all circumstances until death parts you?”

Everyone looked at him.

Veeresh’s gaze never left Poornima.

“I do.”

No hesitation.

The priest then turned toward Poornima.

“Do you, Poornima Rathore, take Veeresh Dreewan to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love him, trust him, and remain beside him until death parts you?”

Poornima looked up at Veeresh silently.

Salvatore.

The dangerous man who entered her life like a storm.

And somehow became the only place where her mind felt quiet.

A faint smile appeared on her lips.

“I do.”

Then the rings were blessed.

Veeresh gently held her hand again before sliding the wedding band properly beside the black platinum ring he had forced onto her finger weeks ago.

This time—

He did it slowly.

Carefully.

Like a promise instead of a claim.

Poornima then placed his ring onto his hand with slightly trembling fingers.

The priest finally smiled warmly.

“What God has joined together, let no man separate.”

Then he looked toward Veeresh.

“You may kiss your bride.”

The church erupted into soft laughter and smiles when Veeresh immediately pulled Poornima closer without wasting even a second.

“Shameless,” she whispered softly.

Veeresh smirked faintly before kissing her gently beneath the church lights while bells echoed outside.

And just like that—

Poornima Rathore officially became Mrs. Poornima Dreewan.

The devil’s wife.