{ 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 #1 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘}
𝐕𝐢𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢
She is soft-spoken; he is hardened. She is ice; he is fire. She is sweet; he is fierce. She is kind; he is arrogant. She embodies peaceful beauty, while he...
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The Next evening
Anaya sat on a comfortable couch in the backyard, whereas Viaanshi's head resting in her lap.
Her fingers moved gently through Viaanshi's long, dark hair, massaging fragrant oil into her scalp.
Viaanshi closed her eyes, enjoying the soothing touch. The scent of jasmine from the nearby bushes mingled with the coconut oil, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
Birds chirped softly in the distance, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees.
"Viaanshi, beta," Anaya said affectionately,
"How did you know that my son is the one for you?"
Viaanshi's eyes fluttered open, surprise evident in her expression.
She hadn't expected this question. A moment passed as she collected her thoughts.
A soft smile spreading across her face as she thought about Shreyansh.
"Well, Maa," Viaanshi began, her voice warm with affection,
"It's not just one thing, you know? It's... everything about him."
Anaya's hands paused in their ministrations, encouraging Viaanshi to continue.
"When you meet a man who speaks softly," Viaanshi explained, her eyes taking on a dreamy quality,
"who never raises his voice at you, and always treats you with respect even when he's angry... you just know he's the one for you."
Anaya nodded, a proud smile tugging at her lips.
"That sounds like my Shreyansh," she agreed.
Just then, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered by the sound of screeching tires.
Both turned towards the front of the house, where the noise was coming from.
"Oh!" Viaanshi exclaimed, jumping to her feet.
"That must be everyone returning from the office."
Anaya stood up as well, smoothing down her sari.
"Yes, it seems our quiet time is over," she said with a chuckle.
As they approached, they could hear the sounds of car doors slamming and multiple voices engaged in animated conversation.
The massive wooden front door swung open, revealing Shreyansh, Adheer and Advik, and Adhiraj.
Akshara and Abhiraj were still at her maternal house.
The men were still dressed in their office attire crisp suits and polished shoes but their ties were loosened, a sign of the long day behind them.
