❛Billionaire's Immortal Love❜

5. 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐊𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐧𝐚

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Here is the next Part of this FF.
I hope everyone will like them.

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GUPTA HOUSE

Sheetal tossed and turned that night, sleep eluding her as Indar's words echoed in her mind. His warning about the heights she could reach with the Supermodel contest gnawed at her, clashing with her wedding dreams. Within days, wedding preparations began, but Sheetal's smile faded amid the chaos, buried under the weight of her choices. Garima, lost in her greed and joy at aligning with the wealthy Raizadas, failed to notice her daughter's turmoil.

MEHNDI DAY

Garima bustled around, her voice sharp with excitement. "Go, darling, get ready quickly. The mehndi from your in-laws will arrive soon. You must be the most stunning bride. So many big names will attend-don't wear that green dress the Raizadas sent. It's too plain for you. Simple things suit Khushi, not my Sheetal." Sheetal nodded silently and hurried to prepare.

As Garima headed to the kitchen, she muttered under her breath, "What's wrong with the Raizadas' taste? Sending such a dull dress for my daughter. Huh! I know exactly what to do with it."

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RAIZADA MANSION

Arnav paced his bedroom, his mind a whirlwind. He longed to see Khushi in the dress he'd designed, a gown crafted with her in mind.

But how?

The dress was too simple for Sheetal, and knowing Garima's spiteful nature, she'd never let her daughter wear it. Ankit had warned him-Garima had forbidden Khushi from the wedding ceremonies. Even if Khushi attended, that dress was meant for the bride. He sighed, despair creeping in. No chance she'd wear it.

Little did he know what Devi Maiya had in store! He abandoned the thought, unwilling to sacrifice more. A plan sparked, and he grabbed his phone, barking,

"Aman Mathur! What are you doing with the ladies, you fool? Get to my room, now!" He ended the call abruptly. Aman grumbled, dragging himself upstairs to dodge another round of Arnav's wrath.

"I was dancing with everyone!" Aman growled, twisting his mouth at Arnav's stony face. "What is your problem? You won't even let me enjoy the wedding, yaar! Ab bache ki jaan loge kya?"

"Done with your nonsense?" Arnav snapped. "Listen, here's what you need to do." He outlined the plan, his voice firm.

"What the!" Aman stared, shocked. "How can I do that? Men aren't allowed at the function-it's at their house! Tu marwayega yaar mujhe!"Arnav's resolve hardened.

"I'm not allowed as the groom, monkey! But you are. That's why you're doing it. No arguments." Aman sulked but trudged downstairs to execute the scheme.

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GUPTA HOUSE