Cousins and a bunch of friends....
that's what they were, enjoying life in their own possible ways.
Come a sudden marriage, hidden marriage and a heated hate love story
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It took me one month. One whole damn month to get what...?.... A name !
"SHIVA"
the only thing I could get on Aranya's past.
I know nothing about the name's owner. I know nothing about who he is. I know nothing about what their relationship was.
But the only thing I know is where to go, to get the answer for my questions.
There is this one person who could give me all the anwers and much more.But the real question is, will the person answer me. Or worse acknowledge my efforts.
Adya Murthy Varma is my friend, a close friend to say, but she is a better sister.
And I wonder if she will answer me or instead kill me.I still remember the day she threatened me.
But putting all aside I need to approach Adya if I need to know Aranya's past or better about SHIVA.
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"Here "
Shanaya subramaniam graced me with her presence early in the morning. I wonder if she is always free or is making time to annoy me.
"What is this? " I ask her. She kept some sought of golden colour box thing on my table.
" Look for yourself" why is she stubborn?
I slowly took the golden colour box thing and examined it properly, I think it is sought of a wedding invitation. What is it now. Is she inviting me to any of her friends wedding.
" Whose wedding invitation is this, are you inviting me? "
" Yes , I am inviting you to My wedding "
"What ! " To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I quickly opened the fucking golden box , and yes it was indeed her name written on the card.
The wedding invitation box was grand, it had nuts , sweets and everything classy in it. Definitely a wedding invitation designed for high class society, but it was not what caught my attention, it was the groom's name. Shashank Mishra, a man as old as my father, a great womaniser.
