#1 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐫-𝐞-𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
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In a world where tradition clashes with modernity
Chauhans the name is enough for normal people to bow their head with respect.
Chauhan family is one of the most...
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As the Chauhan family's car pulled up the winding driveway, Aarav couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation mingled with apprehension. The imposing structure of the Chauhan's Palace loomed ahead, a testament to the family's prestige and history. Yet, despite the grandeur, Aarav's thoughts were consumed by one person alone - Ryka.
Throughout the long and tedious five-hour journey, Ryka's image had persisted in his mind, a constant presence he couldn't shake off. It baffled him how someone he harbored such animosity towards could occupy his thoughts so completely. Their relationship was tumultuous, marked by clashes and misunderstandings, yet beneath the surface lay a strange allure that neither could explain.
Stepping into the opulent foyer of the palace, all the family members are greeted warmly by the household staff. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, a familiar fragrance that enveloped him like a comforting embrace. They settled into the plush cushions of the living room, exchanging tales of their experiences at Ritvik's wedding.
Aditya, beamed with pride as he recounted the joyous festivities. His eyes twinkled with unspoken excitement as he broached the topic that weighed heavily on his mind. "I must say, I am thrilled that both Aarav and Ryka have agreed to marry each other," he declared, oblivious to the storm brewing beneath the surface.
Aarav's heart clenched at his father's words, the facade of composure he had carefully constructed threatening to crumble. They were bound together by the expectations of their families, trapped in a web of obligations neither dared to defy.
As the conversation flowed around him, Aarav couldn't help but wonder how they had reached this point - on the brink of a union neither desired nor understood. And yet, amidst the chaos of conflicting emotions, a glimmer of something unfamiliar stirred within him - a spark of curiosity, a whisper of possibility. Perhaps, buried beneath the layers of resentment and defiance, lay the seed of something unexpected - a chance for redemption, a path towards understanding.
Aarav's mind was already drifting towards the comfort of his bed. However, just as he began to make his way towards the stairs, his path was intercepted by his Aparna, and his siblings, Aadarsh, Ajay, and Aadhya. Their expressions were filled with anticipation, and Aarav couldn't help but wonder what they were up to. Before he could inquire, Aparna spoke up, her tone laced with curiosity.
"Aarav, did you manage to get Ryka's number?" she asked, her eyes alight with interest. Aarav nodded in affirmation, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his phone. "Yes, I did. She gave it to me earlier."
