“I’m not sure I have done the right thing“, Heera said with a quivering lip, feeling her heart beat frantically against her chest in a staccato, frenzied motion.

Shahid gazed with affection and kindness into her dark, brown pupils and took her shaking hands in his strong, warm ones.

With a gentle touch and a soft whisper, he explained, ‘From this day forth, you are not just my wife, but my companion, a piece of my heart walking by my side; you need never fear this alliance nor the frowns of society.‘

Saying this, he gently lifted her acid-scarred cheek and planted a kiss on her lips, flooding her with warmth and love.

He really is my knight in shining armour, thought Heera, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure, as she rested her ravaged forehead on his jacket.

 

    Written for Five Sentence Fiction's Prompt: Marriage