“Take bride out. We barely able to handle the groom.” One middle aged woman peeked through the door and told us. My heart was thrilled. Vini stood from her place and held my hand.
“Let’s go Ambrose. It’s a time for your wedding.” She told me. I got up and walked with her.
“Can I use restroom?” I asked her. She widened her eyes.
“Are you serious? You could have use it before. Now it’s getting late.” She was not ready to leave me.
“Don’t think I will able to run. Look at those security. Do you think I would able to step out of this hall?” I asked her. She shook her head.
“Keep the door unlocked.” She said when I got inside the restroom. I looked around for sharp object to cut my pulse. If death is the only thing which will prevent this marriage, I was ready to try it.
But I found no
