| Abhiya FF - His Firefly | COMPLETED Chapter 108 Pg 88 - Page 39

Originally posted by: MS-meghasharma

Maithili is playing a game of chess and right now nobody can actually afford to even understand her move let alone fight her . She is a formidable antagonist.

exactly! it's hard to plan against the unpredictable 😉

Chapter 79

One for Eternity

Butterflies danced in her stomach. The first of two big days was just around the corner. Against his bed, the two sat on the floor, Piya between Abhay’s knees and her back against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, looking over her shoulder as she read the book on the rituals to be done tomorrow night. He was paying more attention to her than the words, toying with the locks of her hair around his fingers. She was so excited for the occasion that she couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t be the better company for a sleepless night.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Piya?” Abhay asked, touching the tip of his nose to her cheek. She looked up and nodded.

“Who’s asking the repetitive questions now?” She joked, giggling.

“I’m serious. If something happens to me……” He started, only to have her hand cover his mouth.

“Don’t say such things. Nothing will happen to you. I’m going to prove you wrong yet again, just wait and see.”

She flicked his nose with her index finger.

“You’re very sure of this, for a human. I hope you will.”

Abhay looked into her eyes for a moment. At times, he couldn’t believe that he was still with her. Thanks wouldn’t be enough to express what he was feeling towards his fate, overwhelmed by simply looking at her. She was ready to spend every waking moment with him. Piya went back to reading, and he went back to watching her. One stipulation of the ritual bothered him, one she had just reached in words. This marriage required the couple to be starved of blood, so that the blood bond could be forged once more, stronger this time. Piya was obviously exempt from this, being human and all, but Abhay was quickly losing his composure. The beast was trying to take control again. Two days, two days he had gone without feeding.

Why must you smell so good, jaan?

He was so thirsty. Trying his best not to show it, he tried to distract himself in sole admiration of her. It was difficult to say the least. He wanted to drink from her now, but there was meaning to the actual ceremony that he didn’t want to deprive her of. Her scent rubbed off onto him, as he subconsciously moved her hair aside and dipped his head in the crook of her neck.

His fangs ached and remained out for a quick bite. He nibbled at her skin, leaving visible marks in their place. The taste of her skin calmed him down a little, but one sharp tear and it was all over. Piya shook her head, gasping at the tiny bites. She closed the book and turned back.

“You don’t have to wait, Abhay.”

Of course she could tell what was bothering him. As soon as she reached that particular line in the book, she knew what he was trying to do and also not do. He tried to smile and kissed her hair.

“I do. I want to.”

“But my blood is okay, right? You’re starving yourself for me anyways.”

She looked up at him, staring deep into an ocean of dark blue. The tips of his fangs burrowed into his lower lip, which she found strangely cute. He retracted them, sucking in a deep breath. Their temples touched.

“It’s only one more night. I can control myself.”

“Or you can do it now. It’ll be like eloping.” She giggled.

“No Piya…this is something special for us and I don’t want to ruin it.”

“Stubborn idiot.”

“Guilty as charged.”

Piya kissed his jaw and went back to reading, holding him hostage in her company. In just a few more hours, they would be wed. Husband and wife, though in secret. And twice would they take the vows, once for his world and once for hers. She looked at the ring, dazzling bright on her finger. Just above it, she kept wearing the flower ring he made her, surprised that it hadn’t wilted yet. Like their bond, its freshness was everlasting.

Piyashree Abhay Raichand. She liked how it sounded.

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“You look so beautiful, Piya….”

Piya turned in the mirror, adjusting her dress with Maya’s help. Mandu watched thoughtfully from the bed. Her cheeks turned pink, twirling on her toes and gazing at her reflection. A flowing deep purple gown, with low shoulders and laces over the skirt. Suited for the fashion style of the Raichand family. Piya blushed, as Maya affixed a butterfly pin into her hair.

“I’m sure, Abhay won’t be able to stop staring.” She said, showing Piya off to Mandu. The latter gave a thumbs up, and stood up carefully to see her. “She’s so beautiful.”

“Of course she is. Abhay is lucky to have her. I can’t wait to see them side by side.”

This was all they could have wished for, happiness for Abhay. Tonight was the first instance at making it last forever. Mandu smoothed Piya’s hair, and recalled the day they first met. Some meetings were truly fated. For her, it was like seeing a little sister getting married. But she was far different than Maithili. Far better. A sharp pain hit the inside of her head, upon the thought. Her eyes felt heavy, and flickered violet for a second. Like a headache. But vampires couldn’t get headaches.

What was that?

“Are you okay, Mandu?” Piya asked, noticing the sudden change in her expression. Mandu took her hands and nodded.

“I’m fine.”

She brushed it off, as Maya pushed them together to snap a photo. Despite it only containing the three of them, Mandu felt like there was another present, watching. It raised goosebumps on her arms. Her eyes looked towards the door, and she sighed in relief upon seeing Haseena. She came in after the last click, taking a moment to admire her son’s bride. She was the happiest tonight, even though she didn’t show it on her face.

“Soon you will be part of the Raichand family. Nervous?” She asked. Piya nodded.

“Just a little. But I’m just as happy. I always wanted a family like yours.”

With the key in hand, they departed towards the Grand Altar. Abhay and the rest were already there, assisting in the security and preparations beforehand. Mandu nursed the headache silently, but as soon as they passed the barrier that housed the Grand Altar, it magically disappeared. That feeling of being watched also vanished. Her wide smile returned to her lips. Although they couldn’t be direct spectators to the rituals, they could be there for the celebration afterwards.

Piya was captivated by the sights, and lost bearing over herself. This wasn’t some normal part of nature. A magical domain, a supernatural home. One that Maithili hadn’t touched, thankfully. The trees glowed through parts of their trunks, weaving lights to illuminate the dark. The altar was made of dark stone upon a dais. Vines wrapped themselves in and out of the eroded crevices of the stone, and candles lined the entire circle of the altar. Several vampires in cloaks stood at the back of it before a portrait of the moon and its phases. Abhay stood beside them. Her groom. He looked dashing in a full black suit and tie, eyes flickering crimson red. He took her hand, and kissed it. Piya shivered, and her cheeks turned pink.

Nervous?, he asked in her thoughts. She nodded, now out of sight of the others. This was a very private affair, like how many vampires were. It fit their lifestyle. Once the ceremony began, everything would be obscured from view. Abhay chuckled and cupped her cheeks.

“You’ll be fine. I promise.”

She began to shake out of nervousness, even with his reassurance. What would the next wedding be like, for her nerves? Abhay brushed her hair aside. He told her to focus on just him. Small wisps of his shadows wrapped around her fingers, tickling her out of nervousness. The cloaked vampire before them spoke, supposedly the officiator.

“Let us begin. The full moon is at its peak.” He said. “The esteemed head has requested we begin as soon as possible.”

Esteemed head. Piya looked around, and assumed the title was referring to Dragomir. He and Iolanda were here too; she just couldn’t see them directly for the time being.

He muttered some sort of spell, and lifted his arms in the air. Abhay’s eyes glowed brighter for a second, and the aura of them both filled the air. The officiator unveiled a large, clear stone from under his cloak sleeve, and presented it to the air between them. It floated in midair, amazing Piya.

“Place your hands upon this stone.” He commanded. It had a smooth surface, cold to the touch. Once their palms pressed into it, it glowed with a blend of light, the colors of their souls, and invited a comforting warmth. Their souls awakened, essence and light wrapping around themselves and each other like silk ribbons. The union of darkness and light.

“The souls have been awakened. Keep your hands on the stone. The vows will be recited, and until they are completed, the stone must not lose its color. Now, repeat after me.”

Piya remembered reading the vows written in the pages of the book Haseena gave her. But there was one more she wished to add, at the very end. Knowing what their relationship could lead to, she wanted to make him this one promise, a single reassurance.

They were to promise to protect one another, and stay by the other’s side through thick and thin. Take hands, and give each other forever. Should the life of one end, the other will promise to follow, to keep the eternity of their bond intact. Things that they both expected to promise each other. They repeated those, and the rest, together. Looking into each other's eyes, as each other’s strengths.

“You may take your hands off---”

“I’m sorry for interrupting. But….can I add one more, for myself?”

The officiator paused, intrigued, then nodded, keeping their hands in place. Abhay looked at her, puzzled. Piya slipped her palm over his, looking at him with a smile.

“If there ever comes a time where I would have to join your world, I will gladly accept it. I promise you that.”

Abhay was taken aback, surprised with the conviction in her eyes, but he hesitantly nodded. Though he really hoped it didn’t have to come to it. He wanted her heart to always keep beating. Its sound was just like her music. Priceless.

Their hands dropped by their sides. The officiator turned to Abhay, once the stone was settled into his palm and put away.

“Abhay, you have abstained from blood of any kind for two days, correct?”

He nodded. Normal vampires would have needed at least five days without drinking blood. His high energy need as a Duralis vampire shortened this time, but made it much more unbearable.

“I have.”

The word was enough to get the beast riled up inside. Both were so thirsty. He clenched his jaw, and gained control over his urges. No need to ruin such a special moment in a rage of bloodlust. He looked at Piya, longingly. Mere moments before, he solidified his promise to protect her.

The dagger was presented. Both attendants turned and walked to the edges of the dais, in case the sight of human blood led to something dangerous. This was a new situation for all of them, but the rituals were going smoothly.

“Extend your wrists. And Piya, calm yourself.”

Her heart was pounding. Of course all could hear it. She wasn’t the biggest fan of the sharp knife. Her eyes tried to focus on other things. A single stone goblet was placed between them, into which their blood would be pooled and combined into. The dagger lingered and cut into Abhay’s wrist, then hers. It brought some tears from her eyes. The black and red droplets created a darker red color of the liquid that popped and bubbled on occasion. Piya nervously swallowed, but Abhay took her hands and reassured her with a slow blink and nod. He healed the cut for her, and wiped it clean with his handkerchief. Piya sniffled, and wiped her tears.

“Drink.”

Each took half the contents, shared from the same goblet. Piya sucked in a breath and did as told, unwilling to taste her own blood. It stung in her mouth, cascading down her throat almost like bubbling acid. Abhay held her hand tight, and smoothed her hair. She set the empty goblet down. A tightness in her chest formed, like the blood and its peculiarities were constricting her heart. But when his fingers brushed down her jaw, it soon faded.

Are you okay?, he asked in thought, smoothing her hair. She nodded and held his palm to her cheek.

I’m okay.

“Let us commence the final step.”

The attendants returned to the center, and carried over a large bowl to the table. The dagger returned, to make a shallow cut in the shape of the crescent moon into their palms. This one didn’t hurt as much. Between them now, in the pool of water that served as the full moon’s reflection, they were to dip their slit palms into the water, holding them together still. Should the moon bless the union of the two souls, the water would clear and heal the cuts for them. Abhay helped to numb the pain for her as the dagger met her skin. He entwined their fingers together and pressed the cuts together, dipping it into the water. It didn’t burn this time, no acidic feeling.

"Te nox invocat, o lunae dea. Fatis hisce des iudicium detrahe amantes", said the officiator, head leaned back towards the sky. Upon its utterance, the sky cleared of any clouds, and the moon seemed to glow brighter and appear larger in the sky. Piya stared in awe, holding Abhay’s hand tight. This was a brand new world she was living in.

The water began to clear, and shimmer like stars drifting in a lake, glowing a bright white. Their souls weaved into one another and blended their colors like paint swirled under a brush. One and together. The light was so bright that it reached the guests and family outside. Dragomir covered his eyes, stunned, as was his sister.

“I haven’t seen something like this in ages....” He said.

“A union so powerful……” Iolanda muttered.

Mandu was hit with another strong force to the head, straining her vision. Perhaps it was the light this time? She shook her head and ran some fingers through her hair. Her eyes turned violet again, and then faded.

Is everyone else okay? Why is this only happening to me?

Back upon the dais, from that stunningly bright light, a gemstone appeared from the pool. A clear crystal that burned as bright as the full moon, if not brighter. Piya lifted it between her palms, feeling some connection to it. The officiator didn’t seem to make note of it. In reality, he was just as baffled as to what the gem was.

But his job was done. Dragomir would take care of the rest anyways.

“This ceremony is complete. From now, until the demise of this entire universe, you both are one. A bond eternally forged between soulmates.”

Abhay smiled, taking Piya into his arms and pressing his lips to hers. In her fists, the mysterious stone now lay. His eyes faded in color, and gazed at her softly.

“Abhay, you must mark her before sunrise. Else, we will need to conduct all the rituals again.”

He nodded, holding her close. Piya looked down the steps, and welcomed the others as the barrier went down. Dragomir lagged behind, looking at the light emanating from her palm.

“I will.”

At last, in the eyes of his world, they were married. Bottles of champagne were opened and shared around, after they returned home. As Piya didn’t drink, she found her attention drifting more to the stone. She walked to Dragomir, and showed it to him. Seemed like he wasn’t one to enjoy alcohol either.

“I’m not sure what this is, but it seems like you might know.” She said, trying to make eye contact.

He adjusted his cloak, and took it from her extended hands. It was heavier than it looked, even for him, yet she didn’t break a sweat while holding it for so long. Piya thought nothing of its weight, it was as light as a feather to her.

“Surely, it must be something of importance. If I may, I wish to study this further.”

“Of course….” She said, though it felt wrong to part with it.

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The night was young. Marking someone was more of an intimate process than Piya previously thought. It could be anywhere on her. Piya stared at her bed, now decorated like it was their actual wedding night already, and ready to be used in a sinful matter. When did the others even get the time to do this? Abhay didn’t seem to question it. He wrapped his arms around her waist, dipping his head into the crook of her neck.

“What happened?” He asked, voice low and deep. She was just beginning to feel the projection of his emotions on her. Her lips trembled.

“N—nothing!”

He nipped her shoulder and stared longingly at the bed, hands roaming her waist. Kisses began to create heat on her skin.

“Did you find it yet?” She whimpered. She wondered where exactly it could be, and blushed hard at all the possibilities.

“Not yet. Shall I search more?”

He lifted her nightie top slowly, and slipped his hands underneath. Abhay teased her with small pecks and tickle, seeing where it made her melt. He towered over her in bed, and began his more thorough exploration. Piya took handfuls of his vest and closed her eyes in ecstasy.

“How about now?”

“So many questions…patience jaan. Do you not like my company?”

“I didn’t say that…”

Abhay touched her waist, on the side where the scars were, and smirked in triumph. Her body language gave him the sign he needed that he was to mark her there. No longer would it remain a site of trauma. He extended his fangs, and teased the spot. Piya heaved and tugged at the bedsheets.

“Found it…”

His lips wandered the right side of her waist, fangs grazing the skin. One bite, and she was completely his. And the last reminder of her trauma, would be covered by the mark completely. Her past would now make way for their future.

“May I?”

“You may.” She breathed.

He kissed his favorite curve and bit into the flesh. Piya writhed against it, feeling an icy cold liquid spread through her body. As his fangs cut deeper, the ice burned more intensely. And her bond began to surge into strengths she didn’t know were possible.

“You are my eternal bride, my beautiful Piyashree.”

He licked the wound to stop the bleeding, but the bite marks were left behind. Piya struggled to breathe, her limbs shuddering with every touch. Abhay let out a deep chuckle, and let his hands wander.

“Abhay.....”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He touched the mark with his fingers.

“I can’t mark you?”

“Only one partner has to do it. It will appear on their own after they mark the other. And since you’re human, only I can do this.”

“It hurt…..just a little.”

“Not all my bites are pleasant, jaan. Come here.” He said, shamelessly winking. Their lips touched and locked. Out of exhaustion from the night, they didn’t make it too far. Piya lay in his arms, holding onto his torso tight. Abhay wouldn’t let her go either. They made that promise to each other.

When she woke up in the morning, the mark had manifested as a snaking tattoo around her waist, covering the scar, and hiding just underneath her breast. She pulled off her top to look at it more closely. It was a branch of edelweiss flowers, the tip ending over her heart. Looking at Abhay, he now had a similar pattern going up his chest, to end near his heart too. It glowed the color of his soul when she touched it, and the same happened with hers when he touched hers.

I'm really yours forever, aren’t I?

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Te nox invocat, o lunae dea. Fatis hisce des iudicium detrahe amantes [Latin] = The night calls upon you oh goddess of moon. Pass your judgement upon these fated lovers.

Soo much happy for our beloved abhiya ❤️❤️😘

Maithali is going to blast now but who cares 😏😏

Maithli is so crual always target her sister nd hurt her....

Love the update..

Originally posted by: Supervampire

Soo much happy for our beloved abhiya ❤️❤️😘

Maithali is going to blast now but who cares 😏😏

Maithli is so crual always target her sister nd hurt her....

Love the update..

one wedding down one more to go ☺️ glad you liked it! ❤️

This part is too good

Finally they got married

Niw i cant wait for next chapter.

Continue soon plss.

Maithili is gonna be superpissed which might force her to either make a mistake or a stronger blow to them . The stone that pia got I have a feeling might help them in defeating Maithili

Hats off meghu..Great work done..

I'm not finding any suitable words to describe your amazing work...

Starting with Abhay and Piya... I love them and their relationship totally... Mandu care towards Piya... But at the same time I am worried 😟 for mandu too what is happening to her ? And where Sidharth is ? 💭 I hope I didn’t skipped anything .

Finally you bought Dragomir my fav I am wondering who else like him but Horatia was not there m sad 😞

Coming to Abhiya... Oh I just adore them... The way Abhay was trying to make Piya comfortable in all the rituals

And the way you described Abhay and Piya after wedding part . I'm still drooling over it...

But seriously great dialogues written by you Meghu ..

Amazing work..

Continue soon...

Lots of love...

Love it. I finished it one go💜💜 awaiting new update

Originally posted by: snitchseeker

Love it. I finished it one go💜💜 awaiting new update

Thank you! ❤️ Will update by Saturday night (pacific standard time)

a very light hearted chapter

totally love everything in this chapter❤️

riya understood the vow

poor madhu don't know what happening with her but shouldn't hide the problem

all were so happy for abhiya madhu remember the first time she met pia😃

wow madhu's headache & the feeling of someone looking at her gone whe she enter the venue😲

she should definitely concern with witch to know what happening

by the way where is siddharth?

pia was nervous but abhay was there🤗

wow abhiya's soul was so bright that blind everyone for a while so powerful soul😃

hope dragomir will find something abt the stone pia gave him

finally abhiya's wedding night☺️

abhay finally marked pia & as abhay said both got the mark😃

continue soon