The night settled over Kongpob's room like a velvet curtain, the quiet hum of the city barely reaching his ears as he lay in bed. The day's events—talk of ceremonies, laughter, and tender moments—played on a loop in his mind. Despite the joy, an ache grew within him. He had given his verbal approval to Arthit, sealing their commitment, yet now, as he lay alone in the dark, the reality of their bond felt overwhelming.

His phone pinged with a message from Arthit:

मिलने आएंगे हम आपसे ख़्वाबों में

ज़रा रोशनी के दिए बुझा दीजिए

अब और नहीं होता इंतज़ार आपसे मुलाक़ात का

ज़रा अपनी आँखों के परदे तो गिरा दीजिए.

(I will come to meet you in your dreams.

Please extinguish the light.

I can't wait any longer to meet you.

Please close the curtain of your eyes( and sleep ))

Kongpob frowned. 'Why did you have to remind me you're not here?'

Detached at first, Kongpob had become a clingy lover once he opened his heart—craving touch, needing to be near Arthit. He longed to pull Arthit beside him, to lay his head on Arthit's chest. Alas! Harry potter world is not real !

He sent Arthit a picture of the empty space beside him. Childish, maybe, but he knew Arthit wouldn't mind. In fact, his husband loved this clingy side of him.

Arthit's reply came instantly, accompanied by a picture of a bolster wrapped in a blanket, mimicking the way Arthit had wrapped Kongpob earlier."But I am beside you," Arthit's message read.

Kongpob smiled.

'You already found my replacement? :(' he replied.

"Can you be replaced, my love? How will I ever find another you when God made only one?"

Pleased, Kongpob felt his heart swell. 'Right answer, Mr. Husband.'

"I can't sleep... You're bad... addictive..." Kongpob typed back.

"I told you... close your eyes and feel me... I'm right beside you, as you are right beside me."

"It's the scent..." Kongpob replied. "Imagination can't bring that."

"Just four days, amore. Do you still have the audios I sent you?"

"Of course, I do. Is that even a question?"

"Listen to them, then..."

"No... 🫥" Kongpob replied stubbornly. The songs would only make him miss Arthit more.Suddenly, his phone rang.

"My Kutti is mad at me?" Arthit asked gently.

"Not mad... just sad," Kongpob whined. "Feels cold and blue..."

"Why did you refuse to listen to the songs?"

"They make me miss you more... make me wonder why you aren't beside me, singing them to me. They make me crave you more, alpha..."

"You're making me want to break into your house, love."

Kongpob giggled. "Anna would have your head. By the way, I was writing something... want to hear?"

"Is that even a question? What is it? new story ?"

"Just a one shot. The omega is missing his bad boy alpha, who made him addicted to his presence."

"Does this omega's name start with K?" Arthit teased.

"Maybe," Kongpob replied sassily. "So the omega is singing to the night, alone...

In the quiet of the night, I find myself yearning, For the warmth of your embrace, the safety of your arms. My thoughts wander to you, seeking the comfort of your touch, A place where I can rest, where my heart beats in calm. I want to lay my head upon your chest, To feel your breath against my skin, In that tender space, where all fears fade, And all that remains is us, wrapped in a gentle sin."

"And what does the alpha reply?" Arthit asked softly.

"How would I know? I'm not an alpha. How would you reply if your omega said the same?"

"I would tell my lovely omega that my beautiful beloved, I lie here, wide awake, longing for your presence beside me, The space between us an ache I can no longer bear. I crave the weight of your body against mine, The softness of your hair tangled in my fingers, the scent of you in the air. I want to pull you close, feel your heartbeat against my own, To lose myself in the quiet comfort of your warmth, To drift to sleep with you in my arms, Where I can protect you from the world, and keep you safe from any harm.""Kongpob..." Arthit gently called out as he finished, but only the sound of even breathing greeted him.

"Goodnight, my love..." Arthit whispered. Feeling quite pleased that his voice soothes his omega, makes him a comforting den.

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After putting Kongpob to sleep, Arthit lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, the darkness pressing in on him.

हमें भी नींद आ जाएगी,

हम भी सो ही जाएंगे

अभी कुछ बेचैनी है,

सितारों, तुम तो सो जाओ।

(Sleep will come to me, I too shall sleep at some point

Right now I'm Plagued by restlessness, dear stars ,atleast you go sleep... (Indicates his night shall go sleepless since his soul is restless, yearning for his beloved )

The night was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner, but his mind was anything but still. He kept turning over memories of Kongpob's warmth beside him, how perfectly their bodies fit together, and the trust Kongpob had placed in him. The trust Kongpob still placed in him, feeling safe enough to show his needy, vulnerable side.

A part of him worried—was Kongpob warm enough? Had he moved out of the blanket in his sleep, leaving himself vulnerable to the cold? The thought gnawed at him, but then he remembered how Kongpob had nestled against him, completely at ease, sleeping blissfully in his arms, bare and vulnerable. Pride swelled within Arthit—pride in himself for being someone Kongpob could trust so deeply, and pride in Kongpob for having the courage to be so open, so real with him.Arthit felt a smile tug at his lips. He had never imagined feeling this way—so protective, so fiercely proud of someone else's trust. It was a responsibility he cherished, one he wanted to live up to every single day.

Turning on his side, Arthit reached out for the bolster pillow beside him, pulling it close to his chest. He hugged it tightly, as if it were Kongpob, imagining the way it felt to hold him, to feel his heartbeat against his own."You are my chellam," Arthit whispered softly into the darkness, using the Tamil word of endearment that he had grown fond of, "till my chellam actually comes into my arms."

The phrase brought a sense of comfort, a connection that spanned the distance between them. Arthit brought his hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the ring Kongpob had given him. The cool metal against his lips was a reminder of their bond, a promise that they would always find their way back to each other.He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of that thought envelop him. He was determined to practice being habitual to sleeping with a partner, to holding someone close, to being there for them through every night, every storm, and every quiet moment in between. As he drifted off to sleep, Arthit continued to hold the bolster pillow as if it were Kongpob, his heart full of a contented love that made everything else seem insignificant. He could almost feel Kongpob's presence beside him, and with that comforting thought, he allowed himself to surrender to sleep, knowing that they would always be together, even in their dreams.

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Kongpob stirred awake, airpods still in his ear, his arms wrapped around a pillow, the cool fabric doing little to soothe the ache that gnawed at him. The dim light of the room blurred the edges of reality, making him wonder if he was still dreaming, still wrapped in Arthit's embrace. But the emptiness beside him was all too real, a cold reminder that the warmth and comfort he craved were far out of reach.

Groggily, he reached for his phone on the bedside table, squinting at the screen through sleep-blurred eyes. The call had ended hours ago, leaving only silence in its wake. A pang of loneliness shot through him, sharper than he expected. He hadn't realized how much he would miss Arthit until now, when the night felt too long and too cold without him.

Kongpob shifted under the sheets, his body suddenly hyper-aware of the space around him. The bed felt vast, an expanse of emptiness that only highlighted Arthit's absence. As he adjusted his position, a small sting flared on his hip, drawing his attention. He winced slightly, his fingers brushing over the tender spot where Arthit's lips had marked him the night before. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine, his body awakening to the memory of Arthit's touch. The kiss had been more than just physical; it was a claim, a quiet but unmistakable declaration that Kongpob belonged to him.

The thought made Kongpob's heart race, a warm flush spreading across his skin. Is this how couples, people with relationship feel? He had always yearned to have a meaningful relationship and dreamt of having it with his husband. Arthit was making it true for him. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to sink back into the memory. He could still feel the weight of Arthit's body pressing him into the mattress, the warmth of his breath against his ear, the way his lips had trailed down Kongpob's neck with a mixture of tenderness and possession. The sensations were so vivid, so tangible, that it was almost as if Arthit was still there, holding him close, whispering soft reassurances into the darkness.

But the reality was that Arthit wasn't there. The room was empty, save for Kongpob and the echo of his thoughts. He let out a soft sigh, Arthit had told him to close his eyes and feel him and he shall find him - right beside himself. He closed his eyes, his hand drifting lower, tracing the path that Arthit's hands had taken the night before. His fingers brushed over his own skin, imagining it was Arthit touching him, the way his hands had been both gentle and firm, igniting a fire that had burned deep within Kongpob's core. He paused as his fingers ghosted over the scar on his chest, the one Arthit had kissed with such reverence, as if it was something sacred. Kongpob's breath hitched at the memory, he traced the horizontal line with a hint of nails- his heart swelling with the emotions - love being primary one. Arthit had made him feel cherished, loved in a way that went beyond the physical. It was a love that embraced all of him—his strengths, his scars, his vulnerabilities.

A soft, unbidden moan escaped his lips as his hand continued its journey downwards, tracing the purple-red blossoms on the inner side of his thigh, the ache between his legs growing more insistent. His body remembered, responding to the phantom touch of Arthit's hands, the way he had brought Kongpob to the brink with an ease that was both exhilarating and terrifying. He was already hard, the memory of Arthit's touch making his pulse quicken, his breath come in short, ragged gasps.

Kongpob's hand wrapped around himself, his grip tightening as he imagined Arthit there with him, the way his touch had driven him wild, his finger circled over the slit, filling him with a need so intense it left him trembling. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the sounds that threatened to spill out, but it was no use. The memory was too vivid, too consuming. He could almost feel Arthit's body against his, the weight of him, the warmth of his skin, the way he had whispered Kongpob's name in that low, husky voice that made his knees weak.

The pleasure built inside him, a slow, burning wave that grew with each passing second. He was lost in the memory, in the fantasy of Arthit's hands on him, his lips, his breath, his voice. It was overwhelming, almost too much to bear, but Kongpob didn't want it to stop. He wanted to hold onto this feeling, to keep Arthit close, even if only in his mind.

"Arthit..." he whispered into the stillness, softly, fearing anyone would hear, his voice trembling with need. The name was a lifeline, a connection to the man he loved, the man who had claimed him so completely. He could see Arthit's eyes in his mind, dark and intense, filled with a desire that matched his own. It was that image that pushed him over the edge, his body tensing as the wave of pleasure finally crashed over him, leaving him breathless, spent, and achingly alone.

For a long moment, he lay there, chest heaving, the remnants of the fantasy lingering in the quiet of the room. His hand slipped from his body, falling limply to the side as he stared up at the ceiling, his mind still lost in the haze of desire and longing. The room was silent once more, but it felt different now, less empty, as if Arthit's presence had somehow seeped into the very walls, wrapping around Kongpob like a protective embrace.

Kongpob turned onto his side, curling into the pillow . Pressing his cheek in to the pillow, he pulled the sheets closer around him, letting the exhaustion that had been gnawing at him finally take over. As he drifted back into sleep, his thoughts were filled with Arthit—the warmth of his touch, the comfort of his presence, the way his love had left an indelible mark on Kongpob's heart.And even though the bed was empty, and the night stretched on in silence, Kongpob knew that Arthit was with him, in every breath, every heartbeat, every dream.

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The remaining three days were spent same, their households were busy preparing for brideviewing (in this case groom viewing ) ceremony. While, the intended grooms were counting every second to the moment that would bring them face to face.

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The golden rays of the morning sun bathed the ancestral home of the Suthiluck family in a warm, inviting glow. The courtyard, adorned with strings of marigold and banana leaves, buzzed with the murmurs of relatives and the soft rustling of silk saris.

Today was the day of the bride viewing, a tradition steeped in the culture and heritage of their ancestors. But today, it was not a bride that would be presented, but Kongpob, the youngest son of the Suthiluck family-an omega, ready to embrace his destiny.

Kongpob's mother had passed away three years ago, her battle with cancer cutting her life short, but her presence was still felt in every corner of the home. Her absence weighed heavily on Kongpob today, as this was a day she had often spoken of with a smile, teasing him about finding a groom with a heart as pure as a diamond, someone who would cherish him with a love so selfless and true that it would rival even a mother's affection.

As a child, Kongpob had clung to her words, believing in the fairy-tale promise of a love that would one day sweep him off his feet. But as he grew older, reality had worn down his youthful optimism, and that belief had faded. Now, on the verge of a new chapter in his life, guilt gnawed at him for ever doubting her.

Even on her deathbed, his mother had worried for him, her frail hands holding his as she reassured him that he would find the best husband, one who would make him truly happy. He had nodded, forcing a smile to comfort her, but deep down, he had not believed her. And now, he wondered if she had known.

Dressed in a pristine white veshti with a golden border, Kongpob stood in front of his mother's portrait, his heart heavy. He reached out to touch the frame, his fingertips brushing the glass as tears welled up in his eyes."I'm sorry,," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I should have believed in you."

A gentle hand on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts. His father, ever the pillar of strength, stood beside him, his own eyes misty as he looked at the portrait of his late wife.

"Don't cry, Kutti," Mr. Suthiluck said softly, pulling Kongpob into a comforting embrace. "Your mother wouldn't want to see you like this. Her greatest wish was for you to find happiness in marriage, to have a family of your own. She's still with us, watching over you. So smile, Kong. Smile for her."

Kongpob nodded against his father's shoulder, trying to hold back his tears. "I'll try, appa."

Just then, Maya's cheerful voice broke through the somber moment. "Are you proud of me, Amma?" she asked, her tone light but filled with affection as she looked up at the portrait. "See how nicely I draped my saree. Just the way you taught me " she moved from side to side to show her expertly done neat pleates " I've learned everything you taught me, amma. I'm taking proper care of this household, right? And look, I chose this beautiful color for Kutti-do you approve?" Although she tried to keep her voice cheerful, it broke at the end. Raised by her grandmother, she has only ever known the real love of mother after being married to Varun. At first she feared her mother in law, but once getting to know her- she prayed she gets only her as her mother in law in every birth. Her mother in law had taught her to smile always , and so even when she wanted to cry like a baby, she held herself back- standing proud with dignity and grace as the elder daughter in law of the household should.

Kongpob's father smiled warmly at Maya, his eyes softening with gratitude. "She does approve, dear. She's proud of you, just as we all are." Maya wiped her tears , nodding at his father in law.

The family, caught up in the tender moment, came together in a tight embrace, their hearts connected by the love and memory of the woman who had shaped their lives. They looked up at her picture, tears in their eyes but love in their hearts, each silently offering their thoughts to the one they missed so dearly.

Their emotional union was gently interrupted by the arrival of other relatives, who entered with warm smiles and affectionate words. They praised Kongpob, admiring how handsome he looked, and showered him with gifts, each one a token of their love and support.

The atmosphere shifted as preparations for the feast began, everyone bustling about to ensure everything was perfect for Arthit's family.

When Arthit's family finally arrived, they too came bearing gifts, their arms full of beautifully wrapped packages meant for Kongpob and his family. The Suthiluck household reciprocated in kind, and the exchange of gifts began, a tradition as old as the families themselves. But before the ceremony could proceed, Arhan, stepped forward with a mischievous grin.

"Wait, wait!" Arhan called out, raising his hands to stop everyone. "We can't just jump into the gift exchange like that. We haven't even viewed my dear brother in law..."

" You are already calling him brother in law" his mother said confused, unaware of the scheming the brothers had done prior to coming here " both the families already agree to this marriage.." She wasn't calling out that Arthit and Kong had already met and agreed because it wasn't yet a common knowledge. 

"Still...everything here is being done traditionally and traditionally my bro in law should be given time to see ugly mug of brother and reconsider his decision .."

"Arhan..." his father chided " Don't come to me when Arthit gets you back for this."

All the other laughed while Arthit smiled sweetly at Arhan " People say we look alike. Haven't seen mirroe lately brother ?"

"It is the mole that makes all the difference " Varun quipped , smirking , making Arthit frown and Arhan laugh out loud. Arthit promised him murder with his eyes.

" Geez! This was a joke " Arhan surrendered raising both his hands " And since my brother here is no fun, I'm declaring myself a crucial member of the Suthiluck family for today! uncle " he looked at KOngpob's father " please adopt me .."

Laughter erupted from the gathered families, the tension easing with Arhan's playful antics. Kongpob's father played along , nodding his approval to the adoption and Arhan cheered " Now let me bring here one of the most beautiful person gracing the earth.."

Arhan bounded in to the corridor leading inner sanctum of house but not knowing which room Kong was kept in, he halted. " This way" Varun guided. 

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"Hello.." Arhan smiled at Kong " I am your newly adopted brother."

"huh ?" Kongpob's expression of confusion was matched by everyone present there.

"looks like introduction are in order.." Arhan bowed dramatically " My beautiful ladies and most handsome brother in law- myself one and only awesome Arhan -"

"You are Arthit's brother ?" Kong questioned.

"Was " Arhan clarified " I got fed up by being threatened to be miamed every hour ..so I disowned him." Arhan said innocently " your Appa graciously adopted me and I am your new brother. "

Maya smiled " Looks like there will never be a dull moment at your new house kutti! "

Kong smiled " Nice to meet you new brother."

Arhan tipped his imaginary hat like a gentleman he was not . " Okay my beautiful ladies..let me take my brother in law for a moment ... Anni " he looked at maya " Bro-in - law is needed outside for viewing.."

"We were directly going for rituals na.." Maya asked confused. 

"No... the plan is just changed and agreed to by elders, we can't rob people of beauty of my brother in law"

"I see.." Maya narrowed her eyes "  Your brother put you up to this ? You and your brother are in cahoots! Aren't you?"

" Cahoots !" Arhan pouted " see my face...do I look like a co- conspirator ?"

Maya grabbed his ear " Absolutely brother.."

"Anni... " Arhan pouted , Maya relieved him. 

"Come on Kong, they are waiting " Maya  signalled Kong to stand up. 

Arhan, always eager to be the center of attention, dramatically ushered Kongpob forward, along with Maya, who was smiling brightly. Arthit's family , Varun and Kongpob's father were sitting while the guests were sent for refreshment.

 "Everyone, meet the world's most handsome and intelligent man- in my brother's eyes." Arhan announced happily " The one and only-my bro-in-law!"

"True " Both Varun and KOng said at the same time.

Even Kongpob couldn't help but blush as all eyes turned to him.

The room burst into laughter, and Kongpob's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as he shyly ducked his head. 

Maya, ever the graceful hostess, nudged him gently."Kong, dear, why don't you serve tea to Arthit's family?" she suggested, her voice filled with warmth.

Kongpob nodded, moving gracefully to carry out the task. As he served each member of Arthit's family tea and refreshment, his hands only slightly trembling, he couldn't help but feel the weight of their gazes. 

Yet, when he looked up and met Arthit's eyes, he found only affection and reassurance there, calming his nerves.

After everyone had been served tea, Arhan clapped his hands together. "Alright, it's time for the intended grooms to meet and see if they click!"

Varun, snorted quietly, murmuring under his breath, "It's a wonder they aren't stuck to each other already."

Maya gave him a playful nudge with her elbow, chiding him gently. "yaenanga !"

" Kutti... give Arthit a tour of our home " His father said

As Arthit stood up and made his way towards Kong , Arhan leaned in close to Arthit's ear, whispering with a sly grin, "Don't forget my Bali trip. If you backflip on this, remember-I can be a cupid, but I can also be a villain..."

Arthit chuckled, shaking his head at Arhan's antics. "Let this go smoothly first..."

With the families gathered around, watching with bated breath, Kongpob and Arthit stood before each other, their hands lightly brushing as they exchanged shy smiles. For a moment, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them standing there, connected by the delicate threads of tradition, family, and the promise of a future together. And as they looked into each other's eyes, Kongpob felt a small, hopeful flutter in his heart-the faintest echo of his mother's words. Maybe, just maybe, she had been right all along.

As they ascended the stairs to the first floor, Arthit and Kongpob could hear the lively chatter of their families fading into the background. The open sitting area welcomed them with a gentle breeze and a panoramic view of lush green fields stretching as far as the eye could see. The tranquility of the moment enveloped them, offering a brief escape from the ceremony's expectations.

Arthit inhaled deeply, taking in the fresh scent of earth and greenery. "This view is incredible," he said, his voice filled with awe as he looked out over the fields. "It's like the entire world is just...peaceful."

Kongpob smiled, his heart swelling with pride. "These are our fields," he explained softly, his eyes following the lines of crops that danced in the wind. "My family has worked them for generations. Maybe one day, I could take you on a tour. Show you everything."

Arthit turned to him, his eyes lighting up with genuine excitement. "I'd love that. A trip to the fields with you sounds perfect."

As they continued to admire the view, Arthit's gaze was drawn to a distant figure moving across the land. It was a tractor, slowly making its way through the fields, its presence a stark contrast to the natural beauty surrounding it. His eyes widened in fascination. "Is that a tractor?"

Kongpob chuckled at the excitement in Arthit's voice. "It is. I could teach you how to drive it if you want. It's harder than it looks, but I think you'd enjoy it."

Arthit grinned, the idea of learning something so different from his everyday life appealing to him. "You'd teach me?"

"Of course," Kongpob replied, his smile widening. "I promise."

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, simply enjoying each other's company.

 Then, Arthit reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of cologne and another of perfume. He held them out to Kongpob with a slightly shy smile. "I brought these for you."

Kongpob looked at the bottles, a bit confused. "For me?"

Arthit nodded, his voice soft but steady. "I thought... maybe you could spray a little on your pillow. That way, you won't miss my scent. It'll be like I'm there with you."

Kongpob remebered whining to Arthit about missing his scent, his heart skipped a beat at the thoughtfulness of the gesture. He had never expected something so intimate and personal from Arthit, and it touched him deeply. He took the bottles from Arthit's hands, his fingers brushing against Arthit's as he did. 

"Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "This means more to me than you know."

Arthit smiled, feeling a sense of warmth in his chest as he saw the happiness in Kongpob's eyes. "I'm glad you like it."

Kongpob, still holding the bottles, glanced at Arthit with a playful curiosity. "By the way, did you get my username?"

"No.."

"Its Yayavar1300 . I am thinking about changing it. "

Arthit blinked, surprised by the sudden change in topic. "Quill account you told me about?"

"Yes," Kongpob explained, his cheeks slightly flushed. "It's a site where people write stories and post them online. I have an account there. You wanted to read my writing. You can read there, you could even request a one-shot or a short story from me if you'd like."

Arthit's interest was piqued. He pulled out his phone and started typing, a small smirk playing on his lips. 

Kongpob, watching him, couldn't help but ask, "Are you opening an account on Quill?"

Arthit shook his head, his smirk widening. "Already made one. I'm just typing my request now." Kongpob felt a blush creeping up his neck, wondering what kind of request Arthit might be typing. His imagination ran wild, but before he could dwell too much on it, Arthit finished typing and sent the request with a satisfied nod. 

Kongpob's curiosity got the better of him. "What did you request?"

Arthit leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. " You want me to tell you?"

Before Kongpob could respond, a familiar voice interrupted them. "Nice to meet you in person, author-nim!"

Both Arthit and Kongpob turned to see Arhan standing in the doorway, a wide grin on his face. He bounded over to them, his excitement palpable. "Biggest fan here! Can I have ten autographs?"

Arthit raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "What for?" 

Arhan puffed out his chest with mock seriousness. "I'm opening a new venture-a family business."

Arthit crossed his arms, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And what, pray tell, is this business?"

Arhan grinned wickedly. "Selling Bro in law's autograph, of course! I'm telling you, I'm not sharing the profit in three parts. It'll be half and half."

Arthit glared at his brother, though there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "You're going to sell my husband's autograph?"

Arhan, undeterred by the glare, ducked behind Kongpob, using him as a shield. " Not your husband's... My brother in law's " Arhan retorted.

" Bhai(elder brother) always quashes my successful businesses before they even start!" Arhan complained hiding behind Kongpob.

Despite himself, Kongpob laughed, his earlier worries melting away in the face of Arhan's antics.

"Come here..you" Arthit scolded. 

" aththan...(brother in law), iT is said husband's younger brother is like a son. It makes saving me is your duty. " Arhan whined. 

KOng patted Arhan's hairs " No one's gonna buy my autograph"

"You won't believe..I have ten already lined up. I sold your last autograph for two lakhs."

"To whom?" KOng asked surprised.

Arhan grinned, proud of himself " To your husband."

 The sound of Kongpob's laughter was music to Arthit's ears, though he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at how effortlessly Arhan had made Kongpob laugh.

"Get out now..you spilled more than necessary" Arthit chided. 

"No, no, no," Arhan continued, still hiding behind Kongpob. "You've already spent more time alone with your groom than most get. Now it's my turn to get to know my brother-in-law!"

Arhan then began to regale Kongpob with stories from their childhood, each one more embarrassing for Arthit than the last. Kongpob laughed heartily, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as Arhan's tales grew more and more exaggerated. His laughter was infectious, filling the open space with warmth and joy.Arthit watched them, trying to suppress the flicker of jealousy in his chest. Arhan was fluent in Tamil and well-versed in the culture, which only seemed to endear him more to Kongpob. Arthit couldn't help but wonder what he should do to make Kongpob laugh like that-how he could be the one to bring such joy to the man who had already captured his heart.But for now, he simply watched, his heart swelling with affection for both his brother and his soon-to-be husband.

After their brief time together, Kongpob and Arthit were gently led away to separate rooms, each to be asked the crucial question that would determine the next steps in their union. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, a blend of excitement and nerves hanging in the air.

Arthit was taken aside by his father, who sat him down with a calm but serious expression. "Arthit," he began, his voice steady, "you've spent some time with Kongpob now. Do you wish to proceed with this match? Are you ready to give your approval?" 

Arthit didn't hesitate, his mind already made up. He nodded firmly, his voice filled with resolve. "Yes, it s my honor."His father smiled, the weight of his son's decision settling into his heart with pride. "Then I will speak for you."

Meanwhile, in another room, maya, varun and Arhan sat beside Kongpob, who was still recovering from the playful banter with Arthit and Arhan just moments before. 

Arhan's expression turned more serious, though his eyes still twinkled with mischief. "So, what do you say, bro? Do you approve of the match? Do you want to go forward with marrying my brother?"

Kongpob took a deep breath,  "Yes," he said softly, a smile tugging at his lips.

" Anna , can I tell them ? " Arhan asked to which Varun nodded.

Arhan grinned broadly, unable to contain his excitement. He jumped up from his seat,and ran out,  throwing his arms up in triumph. "He says YES! Thank your luck, bhai!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the house.

The families gathered in the main hall, where Arthit's father voiced his son's approval with pride. "On behalf of our family, we accept this match. Arthit has given his approval too."

The room erupted in smiles and congratulations, the air now filled with the joy of a decision well made.

Both families then began the ceremonial exchange of gifts, a symbolic gesture of the union that would soon be formalized.

Kongpob was then taken to another room, where Arthit's mother awaited him with a soft smile. She held a garland of jasmine flowers, their fragrance filling the room with a sweet and calming scent. Kongpob's heart ached slightly as he thought of his own mother, who would have loved to be part of this moment.

As Arthit's mother approached him, she noticed the short length of his hair. She smiled kindly, understanding the challenge. "Your hair is a bit short for the flowers, dear," she said, her voice warm and motherly. "But don't worry, we can clip this small jasmine garland to your hair."Kongpob nodded, grateful for her gentle approach.

She carefully tied the garland around his head like a tiara, the soft petals brushing against his skin. It was a simple gesture, but one that carried the weight of tradition and acceptance.

He was officially Arthit's intended groom now.

Kongpob felt a rush of emotion, a mix of joy and sadness. He glanced up at Arthit's mother, who looked at him with a knowing expression. "I can see why my son chose you," she said softly, her eyes filled with affection. "You will make a wonderful addition to our family."

"Thank you," Kongpob whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I promise to do my best."

................

The jasmine flower ritual had just concluded, leaving Kongpob feeling a mix of emotions—nostalgia, joy, and a strange comfort in the presence of Arthit's family. The small garland placed on Kongpob's head, almost as if it bridged his late mother's blessings with the love and acceptance from Arthit's family.

As the guests began dispersing to make their way towards the dining area, Arthit couldn't help but glance towards room Kong was brought in to, whose shy smile and the jasmine garland must be making him look even more radiant. An idea popped into his head, and he knew exactly whom to turn to.

"Arhan!" Arthit called, waving his younger brother over. Arhan, who was busy chatting with one of their cousins, rolled his eyes and ambled over.

"What now, brother dearest?" Arhan asked, already sensing that Arthit was up to something.

"I need you to get a picture of Kongpob with the jasmine flowers. It'll make a perfect keepsake," Arthit said, his eyes glinting with mischief , thinking about his soon-to-be groom.

Arhan raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh, is that so? And what do I get out of it?"

Arthit frowned, half-expecting Arhan's playful resistance. "What do you mean 'what do you get out of it?' You just take the picture, simple."

Arhan crossed his arms, leaning in with an exaggerated air of nonchalance. "See, that's where you've misunderstood me, brother. This isn't just taking a picture. This is a premium service—capturing the 'world's most handsome and intelligent man in your eyes,' right?" He mimicked his earlier introduction of Kongpob with a dramatic flair, earning a small chuckle from Arthit despite his growing frustration.

"How much are you going to extort me for a simple picture?" Arthit asked, clearly exasperated.

Arhan leaned closer, as if sharing a trade secret. "I wouldn't call it extortion. Think of it as—" he paused for dramatic effect, "family business."

Arthit gave him a deadpan stare. "Family business doesn't mean doing business with your own family, Arhan. That's called cheating!"

Arhan laughed and clapped a hand on Arthit's shoulder. "Wrong again, dear brother. I've temporarily disowned you until my wonderful brother-in-law shapes you into a decent human from the dragon you currently are."

Arthit groaned, but a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Fine, what's your price?"

"Ah, now we're talking." Arhan rubbed his hands together, eyes sparkling. "Let's see... How about access to your credit card for my Bali trip?"

Arthit's eyes widened. "Bali trip? That's highway robbery!"

Arhan shrugged. "You know, it's either that or you don't get the picture. And imagine explaining to Kongpob later why you couldn't even get a picture of him looking all adorable with jasmine flowers."

Arthit sighed, knowing he'd been outmatched. "Fine, fine. I'll let you use my card for your trip. But don't go overboard, alright?"

Arhan grinned like a child who had just won a jackpot. "Deal. Now watch me work my magic." He turned on his heel, already pulling out his phone as he sauntered towards Kongpob's room.

True to his word, Arhan expertly gathered everyone for group photos. He called over Kongpob and Maya first, then the elders, making sure to get a few pictures of the entire family together, including Arthit's parents and Kongpob's father. As everyone posed, the air filled with laughter and warmth, the bond between the two families growing stronger with every click of the camera.

"Now one of the grooms together " Arhan announced, signalling them to stand closer. 

"Put your arms around brother" Arhan instructed Kong, who looked at him with wide eyes.

"Why Kong?" Varun asked.

"Just so their future children wouldn't think they were forced to marry or something" Arhan shrugged " Kids and their imaginations!"

"Kutti won't be hugging your brother .." Varun said " as if he is dying to marry..."

"So you want my former brother to put his hands around my precious bro-in-law?" Arhan asked " Cuz I can assure you he is dying to do that."

Arthit raised his hand to do that but Varun stopped him " KUtti..you do...and only one photo"

"Anna.." Kong  objected, shy.

"These are memories..these days won't be coming back" Maya advised " Come on Kutti.."

"Just one photo" Varun grumbled.

Kong flushed wrapping his arm around Arthit.

"Smile.." Arhan quipped as he moved around with his phone, he made sure to angle it just right for a candid shot of Arthit and Kongpob standing side by side. 

Once the photos were done, Arhan walked up to Arthit, waving his phone triumphantly. "Got it. You're welcome."

Arthit rolled his eyes but smiled. "Let me see."

Arhan passed him the phone, and when Arthit saw the picture of him and Kongpob, his heart skipped a beat. Kongpob, adorned with the jasmine garland, looked every bit the radiant and pure-hearted person he had come to cherish, while his own expression revealed more than words ever could about how much he adored him.

"Perfect," Arthit whispered, his voice almost catching in his throat. Arhan smirked. 

"That's not even the best part. I've got more shots in there, including the one where you're looking at him like he has hung the moon."

Arthit playfully shoved Arhan, but he couldn't deny the truth in his brother's words. As they made their way back to join the others, Arthit couldn't help but steal glances at Kongpob, his heart swelling with the realization that he was truly lucky. And when the engagement plans were set and the families began celebrating the upcoming union, Arthit knew one thing for certain—he would do anything to make sure that, just like the jasmine flowers, his love for Kongpob would bloom beautifully and forever.

..........................

The formalities continued with a lavish dinner, where both families shared in the joy of the occasion.

Arthit's father couldn't stop praising Kongpob's culinary skills, especially the tamarind rice, which he claimed was the best he'd ever tasted.

"This tamarind rice is incredible!" Arthit's father exclaimed, taking another generous bite. "Kongpob, you've truly outdone yourself. And these sugarless sweets... perfect for someone like me. You're not just skilled in cooking, but thoughtful too."

Kongpob blushed at the praise, his heart swelling with pride and happiness.

He had worked hard to ensure everything was perfect, and hearing such kind words from Arthit's father meant the world to him.

As the evening drew to a close, the families decided that the engagement should be held as soon as possible, eager to formalize the bond between Arthit and Kongpob.

 
Arthit, catching Kongpob's eye across the room, smiled warmly at him, his eyes filled with a promise of the life they were about to start together. 

And in that moment, surrounded by their families and the scent of jasmine lingering in the air, Kongpob felt a deep sense of peace. His mother's words echoed in his heart, and for the first time in a long while, he truly believed that he had found the one who would cherish him with a love as pure and selfless as his mother had always promised.