Chapter 38

                                    

                                          
Agastya POV
I freeze looking at her ever so breathtaking beauty as she walked to me. She looked mesmerising in that white gown. The dress snug around her hourglass body. Her eyes flutter to me and I quietly gasp when her emerald eyes class with me. The emerald eyes that look like a forest when seen under the sunlight.
“Amelia.” I breathe out.
Fuck she is looking beautiful.
I step forward. My steps get synced with hers. Our eyes connected. And suddenly I got grabbed. My torso and arms get grabbed by someone.
I scowl and look to the side to see very familiar faces. 
Mother's men.
“What are y'all doing?” I asked, lethally, offended by getting grabbed by them. 
Who are they to grab me with their hands?
I pull against their hold.
“Do y'all want to die.” I ask, threateningly when their hold didn't budge.
I am not in the mood of all this. Does mother think stopping me in this way will help? 
I look back to my men and glare at them when I see under the surrender of mother's men.
Fucking incompetent.
My eyes snap forward at her. 
I need to take her away from this place. I can't risk her being here. Mother will surely do something. She is crazy when it comes to handling things related to me or rather related to the king.
She stops, looks away from me and turns. A red carpet at her foot, leading to an altar. 
I frown when I see Luke standing on the altar, looking at Amelia with a small smile. I look back at her to realise that she was wearing a wedding gown.
I look down as everything  clicks in me. 
The wedding decoration, altar, groom and bride. I know what is happening but I was not ready to admit it. I couldn't believe it.
She had promised to leave with me.
I look up,back at her call, “Amelia.” 
She doesn't look at me. She doesn't gaze back at me as she starts walking towards the altar. I start struggling. My jerks become more violent.
“Amelia.” I shout out loud her name. My shouts fell to deaf ears as she didn't even spare me a gaze, as if I wasn't here, as if I am not present here. Her everything is Luke as she looked at me with a soft smile.
“I will kill y'all if you don't FUCKING LEAVE ME.” I growl and glare at the men holding me. They flinch a little. Their hold loosens a little and taking that as a cue, I jerk my hand out of their holds and make a run to her.
I come to a stop in front of her, just a few steps away from the stairs leading to the altar.
She halts and looks up at me. My eyes, already on her.
I grab the end of the veil and tug it, pulling it out of her hair. She gasps. Her hand jerks at the back of her head.
She looks up with wide eyes. I grab her chin, puckering her lipstick coated lips out.
I licked my lips as the thought of kissing the heck out of her hit me hard. To mess up her lipstick, to mess up her organised look. 
She will look tempting in her messy self.
“What the hell is all this?” I grit out slowly. I move my other hand, under her hair and grab her nape. 
Her puckered lips get parted as she breathes out. My thump caressing her nape.