𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
In a world where love can be both a breathtaking beauty and a destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers find themselves entangled in a web of tangled emotions.
The eldest, a dynamic business tycoon, hides behind a cold facad...
Each passing minute stretched like an eternity, each breath a shallow whisper against the backdrop of mounting unease. Sweat glistened upon my trembling hands as I sat motionless, a silent observer within the moving confines of the car. Three dark vehicles followed us, a menacing sight in the rearview mirror.
I was on the verge of becoming paranoid, but then I realized that those shadowy figures were actually were Rivaan security. I let go and trusted in the unnoticed watchful eye that followed our every step, feeling a cautious sense of relief.
The convoy was led by the sleek Shivaansh cars, which gilded through the streets with such ease. Viraj Raghuvanshi's entourage trailed closely behind.
The full impact of Raghuvanshi's influence became apparent to me at that moment, amidst the commanding demonstration of power and authority. They controlled an army of devoted followers like a secret empire, their faces hidden from view.
Even the police Jeep followed us closely. I wondered why these brothers needed so much security for the simple reception event.
"Why is there so much security?" I asked Rivaan, who was casually watching something on his iPad until my question caught his attention.
"It's gonna be the biggest event in Udaipur. All the big shots from Hollywood, Bollywood, businessmen, colleagues, friends, everyone connected with the Raghuvanshi family from all over the world will be there," he replied casually, as if it was no big deal.
Anxiety crept over me, twisting my gut as I processed the magnitude of the gathering.As his words finally clicked, a wave of unease swept over me, making me feel small and unimportant in the face of the impending spectacle. The thought of rubbing shoulders with celebrities and high-profile individuals from across the globe filled me with a sense of inadequacy, as if I didn't quite belong in such esteemed company.
My pulse quickened with each passing moment, my mind swirling with insecurities and doubts.
And I remember each and every comment I have read of pre- wedding post.
"She's not even famous! What does he see in her?"
" I bet she is pregnant with his child "
"she's just after his money and fame."
"He's going to regret marrying her once he realizes what he's given up."
