A Desi romcom Indian story, where the main lead is not any kind of mafia or any emotionless. Rude, Ruthless man.
He is a kind man, who makes a priority of his family and wife first. He is. Standard. Unlike those leads who curses there family uneven...
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A red wedding.
It had always been a dream of mine—something I had scribbled onto my bucket list long before I ever imagined marriage would come in such a twisted way. But after the storm Mr. Kashyap unleashed upon my life, I never expected to impose such a burden on Advik.
I could afford the entire wedding myself, but my pride wouldn’t let me. And yet, when Advik spoke—his voice honeyed yet firm—somewhere between his words, I found myself saying yes.
He wanted the wedding to be completely red, and he assured me I didn’t need to worry about the expenses. But this wasn’t about money. When I told him that, he came up with another argument—one that caught me off guard.
“We’ll do a 50-50 contribution,” he had said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “No burden on the family. Just us. We’ll handle everything.”
And somehow, that was what made me agree.
Now, as we drive toward the wedding showroom he picked, I glance at him from the corner of my eye. He hasn’t told me where we’re going, and I don’t like surprises.
“Advik… Where are you taking me?” I ask, trying to keep my curiosity in check.
He doesn’t even glance at me. “Tamein tension na lo,” he says smoothly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Hu tamne ekdhum sari jagya lae jaes.”
(Don’t worry. I’m taking you somewhere perfect.)
I fold my arms, narrowing my eyes at him. “And does Maa know about this?”
His smirk deepens. “Nope.”
I raise a brow. “And you think that’s okay?”
He finally looks at me then, his dark eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Hu chu ne.”
(I’m here, aren’t I?)
Something about the way he says it—so casually, so naturally—makes my breath hitch.
I’m here.
A simple sentence. And yet, for someone like me—someone whose own family pities her—those words hit deeper than I care to admit.
I quickly turn my face away, hiding the chuckle bubbling in my throat. If he catches me smiling, I know he’ll tease me about it till midnight. But, of course, he notices everything.
“Advi, are you blushing?” His voice is laced with amusement.
I shake my head furiously, pretending to check my phone. “No.”
