An adorable but broken, orphaned girl. A popular and perfect guy. A lost sketchbook brings them together. He saves her from an abusive home. She is oh-so grateful. Falling in love becomes easy for both of them. But, what happens when he starts denyi...
"Darshi. Baby, wake up," I whispered, caressing his cheek and kissing his soft skin. "Hmmm," he grunted. I kissed his cheek and nose until he opened his eyes. "What?" He asked. "Subah ho gayi," I smiled. "Event toh 6 baje hai," he groaned. "Photoshoot, dumbass. I am ready also. Get your ass up and change," I scolded. I was back in my wedding gown. "You look so beautiful, Mishi," Darshan said, kissing my cheek. I giggled and pushed him to the bathroom.
He walked out looking smokin' hot! I kissed his cheeks. "Chale?" He asked. I nodded. "I want some adooorableee pictures," he giggled. I nodded and jumped, pulling him with me. He laughed. "Dooshiii," I yelled, hugging him. "Tu bhi?" He asked. I giggled and Darshika jumped into my arms. "She was begging me to join the shoot," Dushyant said. I kissed her little nose and we went down to the first look area. "Darshan, sit on the bench. Mishika lay with your head in his lap," Dushyant said. I hid my face in his stomach and he laughed.
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We took a million pictures and some with little Darshu.
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