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𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐇𝐈 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋♡
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A beauty with brains and has a sassy attitude with a sunshine personality. At just the age of 21, she achieved success in the business field. Princess of Agarwals and...
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“Okay, I understood. There was a girl you met in your childhood and since then she has become permanent in your heart.” I nodded at the speaker of these words, my mother.
Mrs. Ritu Rathore, the epitome of beauty with brains.
With her dedication and love for our family, she has made this mansion a home.
“You are so obsessed with her that you don’t even look at others.” She added further, making me raise my brows.
“You and Rishika are also an exception, Mum.” I replied, almost in a childish tone and making faces.
No one can take my mother’s and sister’s place of course. But priority wise? She is the first.
♡
“Ruvit.” I heard Dhruv calling out my name. I paused on my steps and turned around to see him.
Dhruv Thakur, my one and only best friend since class 10th, stood in front of me with his hands in his pant’s pockets.
It has been so many years since we both are together. Despite our different families and goals, we almost had the same journey.
“I found out that Manish bhaiya is getting married,” He pouted, narrowing his eyes briefly, “And you didn’t even invite me.”
I rolled my eyes to his taunt.
If someone sees us behaving like this they will definitely think that we are gay or something.
“Stupid. The marriage date has not been decided yet.” I stated on which Dhruv sat on my cabin’s sofa lazily.
“We are going to see her tomorrow.” Dhruv slightly nodded, “You can come if you want to.” I invited.
“Of course I would love to.” He shouted with full enthusiasm as if he was just waiting for this moment.
♡
I was walking towards my room when I heard some noises coming out from my grandmother’s room.
I know it’s not good to hear someone’s conversation but I have the right to know about what’s going on in my family. At least.
So, changing my tracks and walking towards my grandma’s room, I stopped just outside when I heard her stern voice.
“Hmare ghar ki auratein bahar jakar kaam nahi karti aur mujhe pura yakeen hain ki koi bhi ladki is khandan mein shadi krne k liye itna to kr hi sakti hain.”
(The women of our house do not go out to work and I am sure that any girl can make this much sacrifice to get married in this family.)
What. The. Hell. Like I know her mentality—it’s from the 1950s—but wae exactly should a girl leave her career for the family?
