𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 : 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢

Author POV

The haveli was beautifully decorated, looking like a bride herself. The lights strung up outside gave the whole place a warm, wedding glow. Flowers were scattered everywhere, adding to the magical atmosphere. Women sat in the lawn area, enjoying themselves as they played dholki and sang, while children ran around joyfully. The men were engaged in business talks and enjoying their drinks. The youngsters were dancing energetically, and the women were getting intricate mehendi designs drawn on their hands. In short, the whole haveli was in a cheerful chaos, as it was the mehendi ceremony.

Amidst all this, Anvi was sitting gracefully on a beautiful swing placed in the middle of the lawn. She looked so stunning that every boy present at the function couldn't help but stare at her. She wore a pink lehenga with a sleeveless choli, which made it easier for her to get her mehendi done. Her face was free of makeup, yet she looked absolutely gorgeous.

Henna artists were busy working on her hands while Anvi enjoyed the ceremony, a beautiful smile on her face.

On the other hand, Ranvijay leaned against the bar counter, a whiskey glass in hand. His eyes were fixed on his soon-to-be wife, who looked ethereal. He was so mesmerized by her smile and hazel eyes that he couldn't focus on anything else.

"Oye Raja, stop eyeing my sister like that!" Aniket teased, but Ranvijay just scoffed.

"She's my future wife, not your sister," Ranvijay replied with a smirk.

"Wow, where did this side of you come from? First time I'm hearing the great Ranvijay Singh Rathore talk like a roadside Romeo," Ritvik said, shaking his head.

Ranvijay ignored him, but Shekhar leaned toward Aniket and joked, "Pyaar ka chakkar Babu Bhai pyaar ka chakkar" The three of them laughed at Ranvijay, who glared at them.

(It's all about love, my friend, love!)

"Saalo ruko tum bhi tumhara bhi din ayega tab mai bataunga acche se pyaar ka chakkar kya hota h" Ranvijay said with a mock threat before walking off.

(Wait, just wait, your day will come, and then I'll show you what love is really like!)

As he was heading inside, his mother called him over. "Ranvijay, I didn't expect this from you. This is not what we taught you," she said, pretending to be upset.

Ranvijay frowned, wondering what he had done wrong. "What did I do now?" he asked, confused.

"Look at Anvi, poor girl has been sitting there for so long in one place. You're going to be her husband at least take care of her. Go, take this juice and give it to her," she said, handing him a glass of juice before quickly disappearing.

Ranvijay walked over to where Anvi was sitting and sat beside her. She glanced at him sideways but didn't react. He offered the juice to her and said, "Mom sent this for you. Drink up."

Anvi stared at him silently, making him smirk. "Anvi, I'm yours only stare me afterwards but first, drink this," he teased, his words making her blush.

"I wasn't staring," she said, "I was just showing you the mehendi on my hands, wondering how I can drink. Can you call someone who can help me?"

Ranvijay looked around, trying to see if any of her friends or family were free, but everyone was busy. He turned back to her and said, "Everyone's busy."

"Look over there, your best friend is standing. Ask him," Anvi suggested absent-mindedly.

Ranvijay raised an eyebrow, then said, "Rani sa aapko kya lagta hai koi or meri hone wali biwi ko juice pilaye mere samne or mai dekhta rahunga
chaliye muh kholiye ma hi pilata hu" he whispered in her ear, his voice dangerously husky, sending a shiver down her spine.