Continuing
Akshu was magical that day dressed up in red gown with her long black open hair, oh gosh that day I was hell nervous what if she denied what if she rejected me oh man I was going mad with all such thoughts.
Flashback
Akshu entered inngarden with was decorated with fairy lights and beautiful flowers. There she couldn't her eyes of man she loved dressed in red tuxedo. He was looking no less then a Greek God
Aksh:- yeh sab kya he harshad
Hars:- dinner he chalo aao
She went and he like a gentleman pulled a chair for her as she tasted the food she was blown away by taste
Aksh:- yaar this dinner is God good I am feeling like just kissing of the chef
Hars:- well in that case you can kiss me
Arsh:- are you serious harshad you made this
Hars:- yes and I have one more thing for you
He stood up from his chair getting on his knees
Hars:- I love you akshu from first day will you make me happiest person on planet by loving me back
Aksh:- yes. Yes I love you too
He stood and immediately attached his lips with hers. After kissing for some good time they broke apart
Hars:- you are so fragile just like rose so your name will be rose
Aksh:- is it so then you are arsh my arsh
They heard sound of claps and looked around to find both of their family.
Keerti and garima took their evil eyes off while naksh and Aravind prayed for them. Other passed a teasing smile too them
Akshu blushed and his her face in his chest. Harshad laughs and happily wraps his arms around her
Flashback ends
I still remember how soft her lips were that day. After that day our lives changed completely we got married after 3 months on auspicious day in most grand way possible in history after all daughter of singhania and son of Chopra were getting married.
Anyways now it's time to take revenge from rose for leaving Convo in between
Harshad's POV Ends
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Part requested by varshaptl
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
Their Tangled Love
Fanficdive in from Tilak track when at night akshu ran away from goenka villa without informing anyone.
