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Shravya came from washroom and stood in front of the mirror while combing her hairs when her eyes fell on her hairline where she was wearing the vermilion. Then her vision went on her neck where her Mangalsutra was hanging.
"Meet him. He is Daksh Kapoor, the son of Harsh Kapoor"
The old lady of their orphanage introduced Shravya to Daksh who was looking at her with intensely. She got nervous for a moment but then shrugged it off. Yeah, she heard about his name before as his father was the owner of the orphanage and after his death he made it on his name.
After he left from there shravya too went on teaching the students of the orphanage and came after three hours.
"Shravya"
"Ji, aunty"
"We have got a marriage proposal for you"
She snapped her head shockingly.
"Yes, beta and you know, who is he?"
Shravya denied hearing her questions as the old lady was smiled broadly. She was too happy for her.
"Daksh Kapoor"
She got another shock hearing the name as it was too much surprising. He was rich yet he chose her as his wife?
"What are you saying, aunty?"
"I was also shocked at first like you but when he himself confessed about his love and asked for your hand how could I deny?"
Shravya stayed quiet not knowing what to say as these things weren't pretty common for her.
"He is best for you and will keep you happy forever, beta! What do you think?"
"Whatever you decide aunty. I__I don't have any problem"
Shravya agreed giving her relief as she knew, it might not be good to make him angry by denying the proposal. What if the other children of the orphanage would suffer because of her one wrong decision? She thought deeply but then shrugged off all the negative thoughts. What if he actually loved her and wanted to marry her? She smiled unknowingly thinking she would also get her own family by this. There would be people whom she could call hers.
Blood rushed through her veins in disgust thinking about those worst memories of hers. Without a second thought she wiped the vermilion from her hairline with her bare hands. Then she snatched Mangalsutra from her neck and threw it away.
Fury was dancing in her eyes as her mind went blank for a moment when a knock fell on the door breaking her chain of thoughts.
"Sir, is waiting downstairs. He wants to talk to you"
The maid informed her as she nodded and followed her.
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Akshat gazed at her figure whose gaze was fixed on the stairs while walking. Coming down the stairs Shravya stood infront of him at a distance.
