[ The destiny series #2]
Love marriage don't work and making an arranged marriage work is a task.
But does love happen after arranged marriage? Maybe it doesn't? But what if it does?
Marrying to a total stranger whom you don't know for more than a...
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–Dev's pov–
Yesterday was indeed a busy day with a few urgent meetings and a quick analysis of the internal policies of the company as well, my entire day was over in a blink of an eye.
I came home by eleven thirty at night and expected atleast someone to be there waiting for me in the dining area but everyone was fast asleep.
Maybe, wedded life is nothing like what they show in daily soaps. Papa and I saw so many of them with maa but nothing seems realistic now.
My wife, tarini is a choreographer and she is too extroverted to be real whereas I, her husband is totally opposite.
I mean she goes to bhabhi and talks about everything personal and professional, she never hesitates before asking something that would make the other person awkward and even becomes friendly within a short span of time and to be honest it took me over a month to be friends with bhabhi, not that she was restricted to herself or less spoken but still there was some hesitation between us.
"rajkumar." Not again please.
"raj-kumar" She literally sang it this time.
I am so pissed of already because of the over night changed behaviour of my mother and this girl is irritating me more.
"bolo rajkumari." I said with the same enthusiasm as her's but to my surprise she glared at me.
"rani bolo rani." She said and flipped her hair for some reason.
Sometimes I think she has some problem with her long hair because she keeps flipping them all the time.
I mean if you hate them the chop them off, or tie them atleast.
"accha suno, batao inn dono me se konsi saree zyada acchi hai." She said showing me two of them expensive sarees from her collection.
One was blue and the other pink, both of them were totally opposite of each other but the materials were costly for sure.
"blue one looks better." I said analysing the material from a distance.
"I am wearing pink then." She literally declared and went away taking both of her sarees.
I can never understand this girl, one moment she's so sweet and the other moment she becomes sassy.
I huffed and opened the side drawer to take out a packet of cigarettes I have kept for myself.
Though smoking is strictly prohibited at my parents place but dad does when maa isn't around, specifically when she's watching her drama's he goes to terrace in the name of night walk and smokes and so do I in the name of sleeping early.
