He was an extremely kind and compassionate man who agreed to work on behalf of his friend as a wedding planner for her wedding. Unexpectedly and also fortunately he was some godsend to her in hopes of being liberated from her mother.
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"Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work, one finishes nothing. The price will not be sent to you. You have to win it." ~ Shivaay
He is a dorky confused soul. His uncle terrifies him the most. Well behaved perhaps being pressurised by society for being the eldest scion, he is petrified.
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"A girl should be like a butterfly. Pretty to see hard to catch." ~Annika
Money, food and some kisses can buy her. She is competent, badass however pyaari Sonu of her parents. She can be annoying at times. She loves bargaining, saving her husband's hard-worked money.
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His eyes wandered all through the open luscious green area, where the wedding was about to take place in less than a few minutes. A semi-spherical and extensively decked up stage setting with white and red flowers, cascading adornment in hues of white and pinks and baby pink drapes, this stage decor was a charmer. The chandelier and the brass sofa blend in so gracefully for those vintage vibes.
His eyes were contented with the completion of his work. He tugged his walkie-talkie in his office pants, his fluttering fingers were itching to collect his cheque. For management of the wedding in short order and also on behalf of his close friend.
He ducked his head when he noticed a familiar figure on the dance floor. Thankfully by gods grace, he went unnoticed. Thanking his stars, he walked around checking the last-minute preparations striving to avoid that continuous gaze from the same familiar figure.
"Excuse me. Have I seen you before? You look similar." The familiar figure stopped him, by her arms and made him stand at a place, rooted to it.
He rolled his eyes and groaned cursing his fortune to be recognised in the remote area too. He changed positions his place uncomfortably with her intense glaze. He composed his heavy breath and anger on the lady and tried speaking in the lowest calm tone.
"No, ma'am. I'm here as head of the squad who have organised this wedding. Here is the card." He passed on his friend's visiting card and plastered a fraudulent smile on his lips.
"Ohh I see. Where is my would-be son-in-law Shivaay Oberoi and where you are? Hahaha." The lady whose name he remembered Sonali Ahuja laughed. He had met her at various parties where his family was the host. That was a few years ago, and luckily she seemed to not recognise him.
"So your name?" She asked flipping the visiting card between her index and middle finger, not finding his name on top of it.
"Shiv." He shortly answers not giving her a room to talk nonsense more than she did already.
"Age kya hai? Your surname? I can set up someone with." She leaned closer to him and whispered. He was losing his string of tolerance. He was ready to explode at any moment.
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"I'm 24. No, I don't have any, I'm an orphan. I live in Mumbai. Any problem?" He snapped angrily at her and marched past her, trying to soothe his mind after meeting his mother's friend. His heart ached for being himself claiming as an orphan even though he had a huge family whom he didn't meet for the past six months.
She and her daughter were stiff with his family attempting to plan his wedding with her daughter in the coming days. Being fed up with the situation he was stuck in, he grunted speeding up his steps.
His steps halted looking down the aisle, the groom stood tensed with a scowling face. The bride's family members were making an effort to talk to the angered groom's family. He stood observing the differences with his amused blue-green eyes. Gripping the walkie-talkie he instructed one of the female staff to go check on the bride, as the auspicious time was running away and the priest was worried about it.
Sensing a tap on his left shoulder he turned to face the lady he met a few minutes back. He snorted looking at her face precisely similar to a detective, her eyebrows rose looking at his whitest glowing skin. She scanned him from head to toe, his coffee brown shirt tugged with jet black office pants. With the glaze on him, he consciously runs his fingers on his brownish-black hair.
"Where did you study? Which University?" She asked him.
"Mithibai college of arts and commerce, Mumbai." He shrugged his shoulder lying on her face. He pronounced the first name he remembered. His heart thumped, he was never taught to fabricate or cover up the truth but this lady was forcing him to do so.
"Arundhati Ji. Here is the guy our Annika looked at. The one whom she truly loved. He is the one who broke up with her." He looked with his eyes wide as she pointed her finger and the next second another lady whom he recognised as the mother of the bride stood in front of him, ready to strangle him.
"You cheat. You promised my daughter a bright future and now you're running away." Arundhati threateningly whispered as he gulped glancing at the hall, almost everyone was staring at him as if he was a fraud.
"Prakash get him prepared for the wedding." She called out one of her households and ordered him. She threw a narrowed glance seeing his protest, as he was being carried against his will. "No one will harm him. He is my daughter's would-be husband." Her loud voice resonated across the hall and everyone bobbed at her command.
"What the fuck is this? I'm in no way related to this. This lady has framed me." He shouted pointing at Sonali as a few men carried him on their shoulders.
