Priya became upset when she noticed Ram's excitement and thought to herself, "If you love someone else so much, why did you have to pretend to love me?" Tears filled her eyes, and she sat on the sofa, crying.
After some time, Priya wiped away her tears and pondered, "Why am I overthinking this? I made a mistake too. I fell in love with someone who never loved me back. He loves someone else, just like Isha said. Mr. Kapoor didn't marry Isha only for her sake all these years. And when she proposed to him, he probably remembered his first love too. But why should I care? I'm his compromise wife. I used to think he was mine, but he isn't. I get it now, and I'm okay with it." She wiped her tears again, looked around, and admired the beautiful house, wondering whose it was.
The house was really nice and fancy. It looked modern and cozy at the same time. Outside, there were big windows letting in a lot of natural light, making the inside even more beautiful.
As Priya got closer to a big glass door, she heard the sound of the sea in the distance. It was calm and peaceful. She stopped by the glass door, looked through it, and saw the huge ocean. Even though it was getting dark, the ocean still looked amazing. The waves made soft sounds like they were telling stories, and the horizon seemed to go on forever, making her want to explore the mysteries of the sea.
As darkness fell around her, Priya stood at the door, feeling a bit unsure about going closer to the sea at night. She looked back at the house, noticing its beautiful artwork and stylish decorations on the walls.
Even though she could only see a little bit of the inside, it looked really comfy and fancy. She saw comfy couches and warm lights that made it seem cozy inside. Priya got curious, wondering about all the stories and memories this house might have.
Priya stood there, caught between the stunning sea and the inviting house. She adored the natural beauty outside as well as the comfort of the house.
As the night grew darker, Priya found herself lost in thoughts, relishing this moment of contemplation and exploration in this beautiful place.
Suddenly, her phone rang. Glancing at the screen, she noticed it was Dadi calling. Feeling a bit confused, Priya answered the call.
"Hello, Dadi," Priya greeted.
"Have you arrived, Puttar? Are you there yet?" Dadi inquired.
"Yes, Dadi, we just got here," Priya replied.
"But why didn't you call? We've been waiting for your call. We were expecting to hear from you," Dadi said.
"I'm sorry, Dadi. I thought I'd give you a call after freshening up," Priya explained.
"That's okay, Puttar. But where is Golu? I've been trying to call him, and he's not answering. Since he got there, he's been so immersed in his work. I hope he's not getting too involved in work again," Dadi expressed concern.
Priya mumbled to herself, "Yeah, that's all he ever seems to do. He must be with someone important, engrossed in his own work."
"Hello? Priya?" Dadi's voice brought her back. "What happened? Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Oh, sorry, Dadi. He's in the bathroom, and his phone is on silent. He might not have heard it ringing," Priya quickly responded.
"Okay, no problem. I'll call him again. There's something important I need to discuss with him. Let me try again," Dadi said.
"Sure, Dadi. I'll let him know," Priya assured.
Both of them hung up, and Priya started to wonder, "Why is Mr. Kapoor taking so long upstairs? He couldn't even find time to answer Dadi's call. What's he up to? Maybe he's in Isha's arms."
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Passionate Love
RomancePassionate love ignites souls, intertwining hearts in a dance of desire, fueling fervent embraces and eternal devotion.