Niharika Verma is a stunning semi-classical dancer who wants nothing more than to travel the world, but the shackles of her dreadful past keep her grounded. On the other end, Asia's well-known businessman and CEO of Rajvanshi Industries, "The Maanve...
A month had passed, and yet there was no change in Niharika and Maanveer’s relationship. Neither of them made an effort to bridge the growing distance between them. Maanveer didn’t speak to her, and she refrained from reaching out, still hurt by his cold behavior the last time they had interacted. It seemed like a silent agreement had settled between them—one filled with unresolved tension and avoidance.
That morning, Niharika woke early, her mind still occupied with thoughts of her stagnant marriage. She quickly got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom, completing her morning routine in silence. After freshening up, she stepped outside into the cool morning air, making her way to the garden for her daily yoga session. The soft sunlight filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the grass. Soon after, Aarav and Vivaan joined her, as they often did, quietly respecting her space as they engaged in their own exercises.
Once her workout was done, Niharika returned to her room. She took a long shower, letting the warm water wash away the fatigue from her body. When she stepped out of the bathroom, her hair's wrapped in a simple cotton towel, she dressed in a plain yet elegant suit. Her wet hair clung to her back as she moved about the room. Unconsciously, she flicked her wet hair over her shoulder, sending droplets of water onto Maanveer’s face as he lay asleep on the bed.
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Startled awake by the cool sensation, Maanveer blinked his eyes open and found himself watching her. It had become a strange routine for him, waking up early and quietly observing her as she moved through the room in the mornings. Though he wouldn’t admit it, there was something calming about watching her, even if it frustrated him that he was beginning to notice her more than he wanted to. His gaze followed her, lingering longer than he intended, but Niharika, oblivious to his attention, continued with her routine.
After getting ready, Niharika headed downstairs to begin her day. She performed her morning prayers, the quietness of the moment giving her a sense of peace that was hard to find elsewhere. Once her prayers were done, she moved towards the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. Soon after, the rest of the family gathered in the dining area, and everyone sat down to eat. As they chatted over their meal, Niharika felt a nervous flutter in her chest. She wanted to discuss something important with her in-laws, but she wasn’t sure how to approach it.
Niharika had been running a dance academy before her marriage, and it was something she was passionate about. Dance had always been her escape, her solace, and her joy. But she hadn’t been able to bring herself to tell her in-laws about it yet. She feared how they might react, especially Maanveer. He wasn’t the type to understand the significance of something like dance, and she was almost certain he would refuse to let her go back to teaching. That thought made her hesitant, but she also knew she couldn’t give up on her passion. It was the one thing that gave her a sense of purpose, especially now when her marriage felt like an emotional dead-end.
