"Kartik," The words left my mouth before I realized "You're here." I said breathlessly.

"Is that good or bad?" he said with a sheepish grin.

"Good definitely good." I said as a smile lit up my face.

"That's good." He said softly. He pulled me close, took my hand in his and began to dance.

"But…I thought you hated me."

"How could I? I knew you could never marry me, I'm Indian, even if you don't think of me as Indian, and I was ready to wait or to stay." He said, invoking the words that I had said months ago that had hurt him so. Oh how I wish I could turn back time change those words and he never would have left.

"I'm sorry Kartik, I…I never meant it like that. I would have told you yes if I could. I love you Kartik and I always will." I replied. I had never been surer of the words I had said before in my life. Kartik looked so desperate to, to be held. I held him in my arms and put my head on his chest.

"There is a way to change things."

I looked up at him unaware of what he meant. He seemed surprised then began to mull things over in his head.

"What?" I said. Inside my head I screamed "Tell Me MORE!"

"I will tell you more when come back." He said.

I looked at him desperate.

"Kartik…don't, don't leave me."

Kartik looked at me and said "I'll never leave you Gem, ever."

I pulled him closer and stared at his face, those eyes, cheeks, mouth and oh those lips, those beautiful lips of his. Bold as you please he kissed me, and I felt suspended in time. I inhaled and caught whiff of cinnamon, woods, fire, and Kartik, the Kartik I know and will always love. He kissed me, more passionate then any kiss he had given me before. He began to pull off my clothes, and I his. We fell back on the bed and as he looked deep into my eyes "Together, we will be together forever" he said.

MWAAHHHHH I love torture, but hey at least this thing called a chapter goes on…

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It was the epitome of horrid.Thedress was white with flowers on the side, silk sleeves with lace cascaded down my arms. I should have loved it. It was gorgeous, flattering in every way. Never before had I realized that I, Gemma Doyle, would never have to worry about money, or anything else I ever wanted, again. In India I would have wore a sari, something nice but simple. I could just imagine Kartik's face if he saw me now.

"Miss Doyle?" Mrs. Middleton's voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"Yes?" I replied, hopeful that she hadn't seen noticed that I wasn't paying attention. She looked at me, exasperated.

"Daydreaming about your wedding I suppose." She had said it as a statement, not a question.

"Of course, I hope nothing goes off plan."

"Oh not to worry dear, you're not to worry."

I looked down at the dress again, knowing no expense had been spared. I glanced up again. The seamstress suggested that I should go and take it off now so it doesn't get ruined.

"How terrible that would be wouldn't it." I mumble under my breath. I walked into the dressing room, where Felicity and Ann met me. There were about 5 other girls trying on dresses. We entered a room where they could help me undress. I had just got part of my veil off when I began to cry,

"I don-don't want to, to marry Simon. I want to marry Kartik."

"As do I Miss. Doyle."

My head shot up. Standing there, in my dressing room was Kartik.

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MWAHHHHHHHH Suspense!

Next chapter spoiler: My dressing room door flew open. Mrs. Middleton was standing there, her mouth open gaping, at Kartik.