Agar Tum Na Hote

|1|. The Chaos Begins

Hello Readers,

How're you all doing? Today, I am going to publish the very first chapter of this book. Dive into the world of Nishkarsh & Aarohi by giving a try to this story - "Agar Tum Na Hote" -

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Abhi sirf itna hi bata payenge ki this one's gonna be a ride of full of drama, suspense, romance, humour and thrills.

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Happy Reading!💛

-Aarohi's POV-

Donning a heavy red bridal lehenga which was detailed with expensive stones, beads and gold wires, I am standing in the balcony of his room. Well, technically, 'our' room because I got married to him a few hours ago.

Where any normal newly wedded bride would be sitting on the bed hiding her face under the veil of her dupatta, shyly waiting for her husband, I, Aarohi Thakur...um no...Aarohi Singh Rathore, am standing in the balcony to let the cool breeze soothe my nerves. I am completely drained of my energy because of all the marriage rituals and stuff. And if this is not enough, the heavy outfits, and life sucking jewellery are adding to my exhaustion. I am damn sure that I am gonna get those pretty red rashes all over my neck and arms.

Aisa nahi ki mujhe shaadi acchi nahi lagti. Lekin kisi mahan aurat ne kaha hai ki shaadi aur bacche - dusron ke hi acche. Aur Mai bas vahi maan rahi hu.

(It's not like I don't like marriage. But a great woman said that wedding and children should be good of others. And I am just agreeing with the same.)

I really want to change into my pajamas and sleep like a log, but I know better. Once my dear husband enters this room, let alone rest, he will make sure I will rest in peace. But then it is okay. He is not aware of the truth. According to him, I have ruined his life, which is not at all true. But he doesn't have to know it. Not until I gain his trust. Till then, I am not going to become a submissive wife. I will give it back to him whatever he has in store for me.

I was completely lost in my thoughts when the door of 'our' room opened with a loud thud.

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-Third Person's POV-

The door opened and Nishkarsh entered in the room. He latched the door shut and looked for his newly wedded wife and found her in balcony. He sauntered towards her.

On the other hand, Aarohi who heard the door open and shut didn't turn around. After a few moments, she felt his presence behind her. She was still back facing him. He got agitated with her behaviour and grabbed her arm turning her around to face her. Their eyes locked and they lost in each other. He was wearing a beige colour embroidered sherwani paired with a red dhoti (loin cloth) along with a red shawl draped around his shoulder of one hand and forearm of another hand. His beard was perfectly trimmed and his moustache was justifying his looks. She was drowning in his dark black orbs. She was drooling over his perfectly sculpted physique. His sharp jawline, broad forehead, messy hair were just screaming one thing - PERFECTION.

His situation was no different than hers. Her petite frame clad in red lehenga captivated his eyes. The almond shaped eyes, the tiny button sized nose, the rosey soft petals, the buttery soft cheeks and the innocence dripping from her face was making his heart flutter.

Wait. Innocent? and She?? Not possible. All the events of their 'First meet' flashed in front of his eyes. His body became stiff, face hardened and jaw clenched. If looks can kill someone, Aarohi would have died a million times by then. The change in his body posture didn't go unnoticed by her. She braced herself for whatever was coming for her.