A Roses and Champagne fanfic...

Uncanny endearment🌹

Sasha Sergeyev x desi!reader

Reader might be plump.

After reader was abandoned at the altar by Caeser and Lee Won, her hand was held by someone Uncanny...

divider credits: @strangergraphics

CW: Angst with comfort, reader was used, self doubt, self deprecation.

Frost wilted roses...

That is what you held at the altar, waiting patiently for your grooms.

But they never came.

It's been 3 long hours and Russia's wintery cold began chipping away at your warm form.

But your heart was ablaze with wait.

"Caeser will come..." "Lee Won will come too...Lee Won will never leave me alone." you told yourself as you heard the guests leaving.

But nothing.

Suddenly you remembered your mother's words the day you purchased this white lehenga.

"Safhed rang tujhe shoba nahi dengi beti...dusra rang lo." (The white lehenga won't suit you, choose another color)

But you were so fixated on everything being perfect, you ignored her.

Perhaps she was right. You should have chosen a beige one or maybe a completely different color, perhaps pink or the traditional red.

But would it change this outcome? Caeser was not here neither was Lee Won.

Your greatest fear had come true...You were abandoned by the men you loved most.

"Child, they're not coming, cease your waiting and go home." The pastor advised, his voice was full of worry for your well-being.

"Nahi...They promised me that they'll come...I have full faith in them...If not Caeser, My Lee Won will come." You choked out with a cheerful smile.

"But my child, you'll freeze to death in this cold."

"I won't father, I have weathered worse storms than this."

The pastor shook his head and sat down. He waited with you.

Your cellphone buzzed to life with a message that made your heart sink.

"I cannot marry you Malysh... Don't turn up to the venue."

It was from Caeser's number, it was a scheduled message. It was a planned no show.

The saliva in your mouth felt like acid, burning down your throat as you swallowed.

Your heart clenched.

Suddenly everything made sense.

The missed dates, the insistence of theirs for you to move back to India by your parents, Lee Won's glances of pity.

You were Caeser's sick experiment.

And you foolishly went along with everything... because you loved them.

But they didn't... that's why you were here, alone and shivering in the cold.

You slowly got up to leave. You felt ridiculed.

Everything was a silent mock.

The decorations that you spent hours alone selecting, your lehenga which was the colour of death.

This so called 'union' was a joke... Caeser's joke on you.

And yet...

Sasha sat right behind you, sipping his whiskey out of his canister, taking in your appearance in silence.

"Sergeyev-saahib." You murmured as you trembled.

Tears fell from your eyes finally, crystallising on your cold skin.

The older male stood before you now, gazing at your frozen tears and sorrowful state.

He warned you that Caeser was not to be trusted. Sure he and Lee Won loved you. What made silly you think they'd marry you?

But Sasha silently reached out to you, holding your chin inbetween his thumb and index finger.

"Don't cry little rani." He began in a low tone, addressing you endearingly. "My son is not worthy of these tears neither is that pretty boy he calls his lover."

You gaze at him, feeling no less than a lamb before a wolf and yet, there was a flicker of warmth in his eye.

"What do I do now?" You asked Sasha sadly. "I severed all ties with my family. There is no roof over my head and the men I thought loved me have cast me out...What do I do now?" you cry in the end and drop the bouquet.

Sasha remains silent again. He feels your broken sobs on his chest. He turned to the pastor.

"Get your arse at the podium father." He commanded sternly.

The pastor became confused. "But the grooms aren't here Mr Sergeyev." He murmured but, when this wolfish man pointed his gun at him, the man nearly shat himself as he stood at the podium.

Sasha picked up your bouquet and set it back in your hands.

"Listen to me rani...you are going to walk down that aisle...your groom is here." He says and motions to himself as he stands where his son is supposed to.

You wanted to protest and say that this was wrong but, the words die out in your throat.

You do it anyway. Your fears silenced every sound of rationality in your head.

'Tsar's bride' played now instead of 'Here comes the Bride'.

Every step you took towards him, your anklets chimed as the wind tried its best to blow over your pallu.

But it's stayed fixed over you, shielding you from the painful betrayal you felt.

Once opposite him, the pastor began with the vows.

"Do you Sasha Sergeyev-

"I do."

The pastor shivered in fear and turned to you.

"Do you Y/n L/n take this man, Sasha Sergeyev as your lawful wedded husband in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

Your blink away your tears and gazed at him through your veil.

"I do..." You answered.

"You may exchange rings and kiss the bride."

Sasha chuckled. He lifted your veil and smiled down at you as he lifted your cold plump hand and slipped a ring onto your finger.

You do the same, lifting his rather muscular hand slipping one of the 2 rings on his finger.

Before you could release his hand, Sasha leaned down, placing a tender kiss upon your forehead, just above your bindi.

It was nothing like the searing and demanding kisses Caeser gave her neither was it like the soft kisses and touches of Lee Won but, this was softer with a promise of respect and something greater...

"I don't expect lovey dovey kisses and touches from you..." He whispered against your maangtikka.

You gaze up at him as he slowly pulled away.

"I married you to give you power...Use it well my rani...how do they say it your tongue?...Ahhhh, Maharani." He says with a smile in the end.

A smile full of promise of chaos that was yet to come.

You didn't even hear the pastor pronounce you both man and wife.

Sasha was already leading you away with your marriage certificate in hand.

After seating you in the car and wrapping a fur coat around you, he held you close to his side.

"Straight home." He says to the driver as he held a cigar to his lips. He struggled to light it with one hand.

*click*

*click*

*click*

Nothing, the blasted lighter refused to ignite his cigar.

But then, you take the lighter from him and with a single click, you lit the cigar for him.

He was pleased...very pleased.

"My maharani..." He whispered with a smile and took a drag of his cigar.

"Don't worry, I'll be there to catch you when you fall." He mused to you and kissed your cheek.

You silently leaned towards him. Was it for comfort? You didn't know.

This was going to be your life now...The former Tsar's young bride.

He was your partner, your pati.

And by the gods, you were scared to death by the path you chose....

I deserve a first class kick

If this trends, I'll do a part 02. ✨