| A PLANNED ARRANGED MARRIAGE |
• PURE ROMANCE FICTION •
If you are not hopeless romantic then this book is not for you.
Oh you are still here then 👇...
『 It took me 11 years to make her mine so DON'T JUST READ THIS 11 SECONDS DESCRIPTION AND GO TH...
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〃HER POV〃
Spring season also known as the season of love, it's far more than just a change of season; it's a rebirth of the spirit - the birth of love.
The air was chill with the sound of birds chirping in the background calming all the stress down my body. I opened the door walking in only to bump my head with someone.
"Use your eyes tanisha."I gazed up hearing the familiar voice. It was aarav with his beige shirt, black pants and the doctor coat resting on his left hand, right hand inside his pocket.
"You were the one standing infront of the door like a statue !" i retorted back rolling my eyes over him,"This is my house dumbo.." He stated like a fact throwing a *Ab bol ke dikha* look. (Let's see what you have to say now.)
"Oh really par bahar board par tho dadu ka nam likha he, padna sikh lo.."/" Oh really but outside on board it's dadu's name printed, learn how to read.."
[Dadu - grandfather]
He raised up his brows before voicing out,"You are a professor right, why don't you teach me.." In the end of his sentence his lips curved up into a teasing smirk,"I don't teach bratty kids like you." The pissed off look he had right now made me feel good.
"Don't you have any work, other than eating my brain for no reason ?" He stood straight suddenly folding his hands over his chest. No matter what i try or how many times i deny he still looks intimidating while doing this.
"I should be the one saying you are unemployed, always ready to fight with me for no reason.." I did the same - folding my hands over my chest, glaring at him - he gave a not so pleasant grin before voicing out,"Dadi, once said there is love when we fight."
[Dadi - grandmother]
"Thank god you are a heart doctor not any psychiatric.." He knitted his brows before questioning,"Why ?" A smirk was ready to slip at the corner of my lips but held i back before mumbling,"Cause you don't have a working brain to fix someone's mental health." I thought he would scoff and leave but instead he smiled.
"So you mean i have a heart ?" A weird look was all i could give him cause this question doesn't even make sense, everyone has a heart.
"Fir bhar bhar thod kyun rahi ho mere dil ko ?"/"Then why are you breaking my heart again and again ?" He spoke after a pause leaning a little closer.
For a moment my heart skipped a beat but soon i composed myself, he might be saying all this as a joke but it still hits different hearing these, it hurts for some reason..
