abhimaan singh rajput and vridha malhotra
"abhimaan singh rajput ne na aaj tak kisi ke saamne sar jukhaya hae na hi kabhi jhukayega"
(abhimaan singh rajput has never bowed his head in front of anyone and never will)
"looks like as your rightful wif...
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author's pov
the year ended with a blast and a lot of bickerings between abhimaan and vridha
deep down their pent up emotions were yet to be released while their problems and frustrations kept on increasing
reyansh and ritika are turning 21 and the rajputs decided to organise a trip to siberia for their birthday , something the rajputs strongly believed in was family time
they'd do anything for their family and vridha always felt overwhelmed by the love she received
these past few months went in succha speed that she still wasn't ready to accept that , there are people who'd go through any means to save you
there are people who would care if she came home late , who would care if she smiled a little less today or ate a little less
it felt like little miss i am independent finally found her "i will do it for you" and not just in one person, but this whole marriage gained her love of so many people
wrapping her wet hair with a towel , vridha exited the bathroom in her green saree
vridha and abhimaan with the rest of the family were supposed to go to the mandir as they believed that you should start your new year with the blessings of god
checking herself on the nearby mirror again and again as she wasn't really fascinated by the color green , she tried to dry her hair
the moment his eyes laid on her , wearing a saree and her hair totally wet falling down her shoulders
the subtle kajal in her eyes and her face bare with a little black bindi adding up to her beauty , he looked at her awestruck , as if she was the most beautiful and delicate thing he ever laid his eyes on
walking towards her , he gently held her wrist taking the towel from her hand
gently drying her hair as he caressed the knots with his fingers , treating her with care thinking that she's a delicate flower and her petals would break and fall if he applied more pressure
