DIVYA POV

"Mum," I smiled, hearing her screaming my name, excitedly, outside my room.

Today is Suraj and my wedding. Finally, we will become one, today. I am very happy and nervous. And I'm feeling a little awkward too. After all I'm getting married at the age of, forty-four.

People don't get married at this age. Normally.

Well, we didn't do other functions grandly. Sana was eager to do all the functions. So, we did everything small at home yesterday. From engagement to haldi. Sana made Suraj go on his knees for me to propose with a gold and diamond ring, in front of her and Sidharth.

This father-daughter duo has no shame. Literally, no shame. After the proposal, Sana asked her father to do a lip kiss. I was embarrassed and Sidharth was feeling awkward. Suraj was up for it, but seeing my condition he kissed my cheeks instead. I was still blushing and feeling embarrassed. For that, I got teased by Sana again.

I am not a fan of diamonds. I love gold. Sana knew about that, so she helped him to pick one for me. It's really beautiful. Simple solid gold ring with a small white princess cut diamond on top.

We even did hen's party. I never knew there's a thing like hen's party before. I always knew about the bachelor party.

It was in her bedroom. Sana and Sidharth are staying here for the last two days for our wedding. It was just Sana and me. We didn't do anything fancy but just talked, laughed, danced and had snacks and grape juice. Thinking it's wine. Where, Suraj and Sidharth did a bachelor party in his study room doing nothing but having some hard drinks.

Today we are doing a small function at home, with very few people. Around 40-50. Only us, family and Suraj's close friends and business partners. I wished Sana's friends Mehek and Tina were here too. Sana would love that. She would have enjoyed it more, with them.

But, now they don't want to be her friend anymore. They think Sana killed, professor Mili. Which she didn't. She told me, so I trusted her.

"God! Sana." I gasped, when she hugged me tightly from behind.

"You are looking so beautiful and sexy. I can't take my eyes off you, Mum." Sana says, excitedly, seeing me all ready in a beautiful kanjivaram red saree, with gold and diamond jewellery, which we selected a few weeks ago, over video call.

Sana didn't come that day or the other day, when we, I and her father asked her to join us for the wedding dress shopping. I wanted her to be involved in our wedding. And, I know she wanted that too. I know my daughter, well. But,Sidharth was way too worried for her safety. So, she didn't join us.

I wasn't upset that she didn't come for the shopping or Sidharth stopped her from coming. But, Suraj was mad at him. He bashed him a lot. But Sidharth didn't pay a heed to his harsh words. He did what he thought was right for Sana. For his Princess.

It's cute to see the way he calls her Princess. She is indeed a princess. For her father. For me. For her Sidharth. For us.

She is our princess.

I wasn't mad at Sidharth. I understood his concern and love. I am very happy for Sana. I am happy that she finally found someone like Sidharth, for her.

He loves her, cares for her just the way she deserved, all these years. Sidharth is her family, her love, her life partner. Not now, but someday in the future he will be.

I know they are not planning to get married any sooner. They are more into exploring their relationship right now. Which is good, for them. But, I hope they do get settled in life, soon. Not like in a year, but in the next two to three years. Sidharth will be forty in the next three years. He will be thirty-seven next month, in December.

God! I have to think about something good to give him. After all, he will be my son-in-law, someday. He deserves the best gift, for loving my daughter so much. That she can't stop smiling or laughing or giggling all the time. It warms my heart seeing her so happy, after all these years of pain.

God! She deserves the best. And, I know she got the best. Her Sidharth. I am glad she found him, herself. Because, I know we can never find a better man for her. Never.

"Mum, why are you crying?" She cups my face and wipes the tears from my face and eyes.

"Nothing," I whisper, kissing her upper hand.

"Then stop crying. Your makeup will get ruined then. I did so much hard work on you. To make you look, beautiful. I don't want my Dad to run away from this house, seeing your scary face." She teased me in the end.

I just smile at her scolding then at her teasing session. "He won't. I promise."

"I know, that man is whipped for you." She winks naughtily then giggles.

I smile happily. But, my smile grew wider when she kissed my cheeks then hugged me tightly. I hug her back. I never knew I needed her to live, until this point came. She is not my daughter, by birth. But she is my everything. She is the most important person in my life. More than her father.

Sana came into my life first, then her father Suraj. I fall for her first, then for her father. I even fell for Suraj, because of her.

I know, Suraj must be a bad father later. But before everything happened, her mother cheating on him, him falling for me. He was a good father. A very good father. He did everything in his power to keep her happy, make her happy and give her a happy family.

At least, a fake one. An act of a happy family. I know it was hard for him to pretend to love someone whom he doesn't love and she doesn't love him either. But, he pulled that drama all these years for her, showing how happy they are and in love. He even requested her mother to act well for her sake.

The only reason, Suraj used to be busy at work or go out of the city or country because of me, and also a little bit because of his disloyal wife.  He couldn't ever come to have me, because I rejected him for Sana. Plus he didn't want to pretend to be the happy couple with her mother all the time. For all these he used to stay away from home most of the time. And spend a day with her, along with her mother.

Sunday, the family day.

The day, Manish tried to violate my Sana he was out of the country, for over six months. I tried to contact him multiple times, for days, for weeks, for months to tell him what happened, what was about to happen behind his back with his dear daughter but I couldn't contact him.

No one told me how to contact him.

Later, I didn't tell him at all. Not just because I was angry at him for not being with her at that moment to protect her. To kill that Manish. But, mostly because her mother was acting like a bitch. She threatened me, that if I tell him even in the future, she will do something to my Sana.

In simple words, she will kill her.

I couldn't afford that to happen at any cost. Even when I knew how much she was suffering from all the pain, anxiety, depression, nightmares and panic attacks. I stayed quiet for her life's sake, and tried my best to take her out of her pain and darkness.

I did it quite successfully. But it gives me a little pain. Because, after everything she lost her innocence. I lost my cute little baby Sana. Who was cheerful, innocent, cute, bubbly. She was goofball.

My goofball.

But, later she became strong. No doubt I'm proud of her. But she also became rebellious, stubborn, bold, filthy, possessive and dangerous. Dangerous as in, a psychopath.

For that she even became a murderer now. I still can't believe she killed someone, her mother. Her madness for Sidharth is very dangerous. She can kill anyone for him, to have him.

I don't like this. But I can't do anything but love her, accept her the way she is and protect her at any cost. I know Sidharth and her father will do the same, but in different ways. Sidharth will try to make sure she does kill another person. But if she does her father will save her, from getting arrested.

"I love you Baby," I whisper, kissing her shoulder then hair.

"I love you too." She kisses my cheeks then we pull back, breaking the hug.

I take a good look at her from head to toe. She is wearing a beautiful pink kanjivaram saree with a golden border. She is wearing gold and diamond jewelry. Nude make-up, pink lipstick matching with her saree.

Everything is complimented with her buttery skin tone. The pink saree. The gold jewelry. Soft pink lipstick. The light pink blush on her cute cheeks. And I also can see a fresh bite mark on her neck. Must say, Sidharth can't keep his hands off her, even mouth.

"You're looking so beautiful. Like an angel." I say, cupping her face in awe.

She never wore a saree or gold before today. I couldn't control tears from falling again. Suddenly she is looking all grown up. My Sana baby is not a baby anymore. She is a strong, beautiful, confident and smart woman.

I am so proud of her.

"Mum! Stop crying for God's sake? You're literally ruining your makeup." She chided.

"Okay, I won't." I quickly grab a tissue and clean my face. "Am I looking okay?"

"No." My face fell immediately. "You're looking perfect. Cutie pie." She pulls my cheeks sweetly and kisses in the end.

I smile happily.

"Let's go. Dad is waiting for you," We started to go outside to the stage. "Like a desperate soul, he asked me to take you to him for like ten times already. When I went to meet him in his room."

I couldn't help but smile and blush.

"Oh! Blush blush." She teases, and giggles. Then continued her teasing, "Let me tell you, he is looking killer in that beige sherwani. Not literally a killer though."

"Yeah, right." I know what kind of a killer he is. For me, he almost killed ten to twelve people. Plus, he fired many male workers at home. Like gardeners and security guards. Not everyone but those who tried to flirt with me or tried to look at my direction sexually.

"You're looking beautiful, Love." He whispered in my ear, as Sana made me sit beside him on a stool.

"Thank you. Even if you're looking good." I wanted to say hot, but I couldn't get the courage to voice it out.

I'm a shy and introvert. I can't voice out more than that, at least in public. Moreover, Sana is hugging us from behind.

"Argh! My DiRaj are so fucking cute." She groaned, gushing over us.

I don't know what this DiRaj is.

"Language Sana." I heard Sidharth scolding her.

I look to my right where he is standing tall, looking handsome in a light pink sherwani. I didn't know he could pull that color. But Sana was pretty sure about it. She said, all colors are made for him. Including pink. But, black suits him the best.

"Baby." She whines getting irritated, but walks to him and kisses his strong arms, intertwining their hands. Showing the world, I mean the guests that he belongs to her, and vice versa.

"God! Baby? Seriously?" Suraj has a serious issue, that Sana calls him 'baby'. But I know how to make this man shut up.

"Baby, don't be rude." I whisper, smiling.

He visibly gasps loudly looking at me, making all the heads turn to us from Sana and Sidharth. People were looking at them, basically their interlock hands. They can judge them, but they don't care anymore.

"You okay Dad?" Sana asks,

"Yeah, I guess so." He replies. Then lean closer to my ear keeping an eye on the priest who is chanting some mantras right now. "Divya, did you just call me Baby? To shut my mouth?"

He knows me so well.

"No." I lied.

"I know you did. And, don't worry, your BABY knows how to make your mouth shut as well with his cock." His filthy words make my cheeks warm and stomach flip.

"Pervert." I whisper, biting my bottom lips.

"That, I'm." He admits, shamelessly. "Don't bite your lips. Or else, I will kiss you here, in front of everyone."

I can't do this anymore.

I stayed quiet after that, and did what the priest asked us to do. Sana did the kanya dan, which was surprising. Because, she is my daughter, not my mother.

"Don't hurt her. If you do, I'm gonna haunt you down then kick your balls." I guess, she does act like my mother some time.

All the men gasp on her bold and filthy words. But her father laughed, as if she just joked.

"God! Sana. Behave." Sidharth scolds her again, but playfully.

"Shut up, will you? Or you want me to make you do that, in other ways?" She gives a naughty smile, eyeing his mouth.

"Shut up." Sidharth rolled his eyes, and tries to hide his red blushing cheeks with his hands.

Here I gasp in silence, thinking how this father daughter duo are so similar.

"Like father, like daughter."

"Do you have any doubt, Love?" Suraj whispers from the side.

"Not at all,"

He hummed, then we completed the rest of our wedding rituals. Mangalsutra, sindoor dan and saath phere. Sana excitedly throws flower petals on us. But, her Sidharth was doing something else. He threw half of it on us, rest on Sana. No doubt, Sana enjoyed it.

"Whipped." I mouthed to her, making her giggle.

The priest asked us to seek blessings from the elders. But as we don't have any elders in the house, we took the blessings of our Gods for a happy marriage life.

As the wedding finally ended, Sidharth and Sana asked everyone to have their meals which is arranged on the terrace. Everyone goes upstairs with Sidharth. Only us, and Sana stay back to chat a little.

"Dad, how are you feeling getting your love?" Sana asks, hugging her father.

He pulls her closer and kiss her forehead, "Best feeling Sana. Hope you experience it too."

"I will. Soon." She says, beaming.

"Are you planning to get married, Sana?" I ask, pulling her to myself from her father.

"Maybe." She replies, playful.

"You are?" Her father gasps in horror. "You're still a kid Sana."

"I said MAYBE. Dad." She says, "I am not sure. If Sidharth wants to settle down now, we will then."

"You are still a KID. God!" Her father is panicking for no reason.

"Please clam down," I say, holding his arms. He looks at me in disbelief that I am supporting it. "She is not a kid anymore. You have to accept it."

"God! You both," He glares at her, "No wedding before master's for you little girl."

"God! Dad. I am not a little girl." She chided.

"Oh really? Then why he calls you good GIRL? Not woman?"

Is that a thing to argue right now? He himself calls me good girl in bed. When I'm a woman.

"Jesus! Dad. You're so gross. Don't peep into our private moments?" She says in disgust.

He didn't peep, I mean we didn't peep. We just happened to hear their voices on the stairs, two days ago. I guess they were making out or more than that.

"I didn't peep, w.."

I cut him off. "Stop you both. I am hungry. I am fasting remember?"

"Sorry. Let's go." He grabs our hand in both his hands and we start to walk. "No. Wedding."

"Dad!!!!? Please."

This continues for sometime, until we reach our terrace, which is beautifully decorated with white lilies and fairy lights. There are tables after table and chairs. In the right corner, there is the food counter and on the left side there's a bar corner. Waiters are serving food and drinks to everyone.

"Don't drink." I stopped him. "I don't like when you drink."

"But, you find me hot like this. Don't you?"

Such a tease. Of course I do. But that doesn't mean he will drink now. Today. On our wedding night.

"You don't want a drunk husband on our wedding night, do you?" He whispers, grabbing my thighs under the table.

I gasp, "God! You."

"I know, I'm hot." He chuckles, and winks at me.

I shake my head in disbelief, "God! Help!"

"No one can save you from me, tonight." That I know.

After dinner, we left for the hotel where Sana booked a luxurious suite for us. Before going, I noticed her and Sidharth. They were whispering, smiling and giggling. Not looking around them, to see who are judging them and who are not. I liked their don't-care attitude. I Hope! Nothing bad happen to them, in future.

"God please." Keep them safe.

"Even your God can't save you tonight."

Oh God! I am so done with him, already.

I roll my eyes. Next moment he pulled me closer for a deep passionate kiss, stealing my breath away.

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