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𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐇𝐈 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋♡
Bow to the queen before speaking ~
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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I was seeing her for the first time, yet her aura, her very presence, felt unsettlingly familiar.
It was a sensation that vibrated deep within my core, a strange echo of recognition.
Her eyes, moments ago blazing with anger at Ruvit’s Grandma, softened almost imperceptibly.
A genuine smile formed on her lips when her gaze landed on me.
“You must be Aridhi?” She walked directly towards me, placing her hand on my head with a motherly warmth.
Wae was I feeling this?
This overwhelming sense of comfort, this almost visceral feeling of family?
It was perplexing, yet deeply reassuring. And how in the world did she know my name when this is our first meeting?
I nodded, a silent affirmation, still reeling from the unexpected warmth.
Before I could even formulate a question, to ask for her introduction, she herself opened her mouth.
“I’m Ritu, Ruvit’s mother.” I gave a slow nod, processing the information. But then, a sharp realization hit me like a lightning bolt.
I whirled to look at Ruvit, who was already smiling at me, a soft, knowing curve to his lips.
Ruvit Rathore was the Business King, Mr. RR, in short.
What if Mrs. Rathore, his mother, was the elusive Miss RA? It was possible. Wae not?
Ruvit might have got such amazing genes from his mother.
The thought bloomed in my head with thrilling possibilities.
Kanhaji, just give me a hint. A whisper. Anything, if she was Miss RA, pleaseeee.
“I wanted to talk to you, but right now, I would like to have a good conversation with Ruvit’s Grandma. Sorry, dear.” She said, her attention shifting.
“It’s okay, Aunty. I can wait,” I replied, keeping my voice steady, though my heart was hammering.
My intuition was screaming that this lady, this warm and unfamiliar woman, was my idol, Miss RA.
Because the way she carried herself. Because the way she talked. Because her actions showed her book’s words.
“I should go outside.” I whispered to Ruvit, gesturing subtly towards the ward exit.
The air suddenly felt thick and charged with unspoken truths.
Ruvit nodded, and, without a word, took my hand.
I looked at him, my eyebrows raised in a silent question, then watched as he began to walk outside the ward, pulling me along.
Our hands, inextricably intertwined, meant I had no choice but to follow.
