I Hate Luv Stories (✔️✔️✔️)

Hello Everyone! Thanks for choosing this story.

I know it doesn't matter to you but I wanna talk my heart out to you all, so This is an Indian story.

Names, Characters, places everything is fictional and if it does match any one in reality then it is purely co-incidental.

I will be using a few terms in Hindi but I will translate them for you. Please don't just give up on me if the start doesn't go the way you would have read other stories.

Trust me on this journey and give me a chance.

Thanks again for choosing this book.

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The night was at it's prettiest. Well decorated stage, the aroma of freshly decorated flowers were refreshing.

People were in and around the place, all dressed up in traditional and grand Indian wears. Well, India is know for it's big fat weddings. The food, the people, the rituals. Everything about it is just grand and gorgeous.

Things get even better when it is a destination wedding, in a beautiful place like California. 

SAMIRA WEDS RAJ

Was written on beautiful heart shaped banners. There was no limit to ones excitement.

"Would you like to have a drink Ma'am?" A waiter approached the lady standing in a red saree. Her hair was till her waist, beautifully straightened. she had minimal jewelry on that included a gold hand chain, a gold necklace and a pair of matching earrings. She was wearing a nude lipstick and smoky eye shadow.

Over all she looked elegant and not over dressed.

"Thank you!" She picked up a glass of wine and began sipping it until the bride who was on the stage being showered with gifts and blessings waved at her, curling her fingers as an indication to come up on the stage for a picture.

Without thinking, she walked towards the stage. A she was nearing the stage she saw  waiter carrying empty and used glasses. she stretched her hand in an attempt to keep the wine glass but looks like she miscalculated the distance.

she placed the glass on the edge of the tray and as a result it was about to fall of the tray. Everything went in a slow motion.

She realized that she didn't place the glass correctly and as a reflex she stretched her hand again in attempt to catch the glass before it falls and breaks, but she wasn't the only one who realized her mistake.

Immediately another hand travelled in the direction of the wine glass, the only difference being that hand being muscular and stronger than hers.

As she caught hold of the falling wine glass, the same muscular hand caught hold of her hand. She flinched at the familiar touch and looked up to find the similar pair of dark eyes looking right through her soul.

Waves of memories drowned her consciousness. she felt like her eyes were burning and throat was itching. she felt like she was drowning.

Immediately she took her hand away from his, forgetting about the wine glass that fell on the ground and shattered into pieces...exactly like her life.

"Come on!" Samira pulled her hand and dragged her to the stage for a photo session.

She tried smiling hard but for some reason her smile seemed to have died.

"C-Congratulations Samira and Raj!" She greeted and put forward a hand to shake hands with the groom, when another hand along with hers came forward for a handshake. This time she didn't need to have a look for confirmation because she knew who that was.

She was leaving the stage when Samira caught hold of her and began introducing her to Raj and the man beside him who shared history with her.

"This is Swarishka! My best friend." Samira introduced.

"Nice to meet you Swarishka!" Raj acknowledged her presence and pulled Swara's hand for a handshake.

"This is my friend Kunal!" Raj introduced the man beside him whose gaze was fixed at Swarishka from the time he laid eyes on her.

Swara gave a faint smile. Kunal caught her hand before she retreated her hand from there.

Swara's eyes wide in shock.

"Nice to meet you Swarishka!" He said not letting go of her hand.

Swara's poor hands were fighting for its life but he was too strong, he wasn't just holding her hand but even crushing it like he was punishing her for something.

Swara tried her best to not yell in pain but she was saved the moment her phone rang.

The name displayed... YASH.

She immediately picked it up but this did not go unnoticed, he was noticing her every move and as she took her leave and went towards the exit... he clenched his fingers.

He did not expect to meet her here, in fact he thought he'd never meet her but here she was looking perfectly fine and prettier than before.

Swara ran out of the hall huffing and puffing in fear, anger and frustration.

"Why is he here?" She cried.

Falling on to her knees like she was defeated by life she cried.

Looks like their history was like Kohinoor, beautiful but robbed.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: Yayyyyy! The first chap of my first non-fanfic book!  Do not forget to vote and comment 😁😁😁