Meera
Designing has always been my safe haven. Its when my mind is the most calm, and I'm enjoying my work.
Designing houses for people has a kind of self fulfillment to it. Giving shape to people's dreams for their home. It's another reason why I've always loved my line of work.
But today, even designing wasn't helping me.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the memory of Rudra's mouth on mine.
The firmness of his lips. The heat of his body. The subtle, expensive scent of his cologne and the self-assured weight of his hands on my hips.
Days later, I could still feel the vividness of the moment as clearly as if it'd just happened.
It was surprising.
I had felt us coming closer during the dance when he had steered me away from Rohan. The proximity grew during our photoshoot.
My breath had caught in my throat when he'd leaned towards me with the intention of taking my mouth.
"Ma'am, your mother is here," Riya's voice broke my trance, and I looked behind her to see my mother enter.
"Thank you, Riya." I said and made my way to mumma.
She was here to take me shopping.
For my wedding.
Because there were only a few weeks left to go.
"Meera, are you done with your work yet?" Mumma asks while she took a place right in front of me.
"Yes," I said with an indulging smile.
Mumma had told me that she'd be accompanying me to shop for some jewelleries and clothes. There were so many functions that called for different outfits.
The wedding would be taking place in our farmhouse, with all the functions from haldi, mehandi, sangeet, cocktail to the reception.
Both mumma and I left in my car to shop for some clothes first. Never in my life had I not needed mumma with me for shopping.
After shopping for some lehangas and sarees, we went to a jewelry store to look for the latest designs.
After doing all this for around 3-4 hours, we were both so exhausted. I literally just wanted to go home, change into my PJs, eat some fries and chocolate shake, listen to Taylor Swift, and then go to sleep.
Mom and I got into the car to go back home.
"I think we found some really clothes today." Mom said.
I had rested my head against the headboard, and my eyes were closed. "We sure did." I exhaled.
"You know, our farmhouse is quite close to the new home you'll be living in. So, after the reception, you can both leave for home to rest for the night." Mom said.
"Wait, how come?" I turned my head to look at her, my brows furrowed. "The Mehrotra Mansion is in the city while our farmhouse is on the outskirts."
She leaned forward, looking at me with confusion in her eyes. "Um, yeah. But that's not where you'll be living."
"Where will I live then?" God, I was really sleepy.
"At the penthouse, of course."
I blinked. "But why?"
"God! You really don't know." She huffed. "Rudra lives in the penthouse, and that's where you'll be living as well."
My eyes widened.
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Arranged Marriage
Romantik"You think you can run away from me?" He asked, taking more steps towards me. "I can certainly try," I gasped out and turned around to run. Five seconds later, an arm snaked around my bare waist, giving me all the sensations, and I was pulled back t...
