Eyes don't lie

new beginning

Khwahish's point of view:

In that moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. All eyes were on me, waiting for my response, and the weight of their expectations felt heavy on my shoulders. The Chauhans and the Ahujas had come together, their hopes and dreams resting on my decision.

My heart raced as I took a deep breath and nodded in agreement. A wave of relief washed over me as the tension in the air dissolved, replaced by a sense of joy and celebration. My father embraced Mr. Ahuja, and congratulations were exchanged all around. It was a moment of unity, of two families coming together in the spirit of love.

But amidst the cheerful chatter and warm embraces, my attention remained fixed on one person—the man who had captured my heart. Armaan wore a small, knowing smile, and his gaze never left mine. My cheeks flushed with shyness, and I couldn't help but lower my eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of his love.

Then, as if to break the silence, Armaan's mother approached me and enveloped me in a warm hug. Her embrace felt like a welcoming embrace into their family, and it brought a genuine smile to my face.

But just as the atmosphere began to relax, Riaansh, always the playful one, couldn't resist adding a touch of mischief to the moment. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he teased about Armaan's response. The room fell silent as everyone turned their attention to Armaan, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Armaan, slightly flustered but with that same charming smile, cleared his throat. His voice was steady as he responded, "Well, I believe actions speak louder than words, Riaansh."

And with that cryptic but confident reply, a ripple of laughter and relief swept through the room. It was a moment of joy, a moment of celebration, and above all, a moment of newfound love and togetherness.

As our families shared laughter and congratulations, I couldn't help but steal another glance at Armaan. Our eyes met, and in that unspoken connection, we shared the knowledge that our journey together was just beginning.

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In my room, the whirlwind of emotions still lingered, and I found solace in the tranquility of my own space. But that peace was abruptly interrupted by the sudden burst of the door. Before I could react, my younger sister Anya entered, her energy infectious and her excitement palpable.

Anya rushed to me, enveloping me in a tight hug, and then, as if she couldn't contain her happiness any longer, she started dancing around the room. Her infectious enthusiasm brought a smile to my face, and I couldn't help but laugh at her antics.

"Diiii!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement, "You won't believe it! That khadoos senior is actually going to be your fiancé!"

The word "fiancé" hit me like a beautiful, overwhelming wave. It was the first time I was hearing it in relation to Armaan, and the weight of the word filled me with a mix of thrill and anticipation.