Arranged marriages can be as sweet as sugar or it can be as zesty as salt. One is Rom-Com but another is a heartbreaking love story. Both pairs are entangled together in a bond, the bond of a forbidden marriage, you either hate it or love it.
MOHIN...
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✦•·········• 5 years later•··········•✦
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s the heavy mahogany doors swung open, revealing a world of opulence and refinement, the air within the vast expanse of the restaurant was infused with the heady aroma of exotic spices and the soft strains of Indian classical music. Bathed in the warm glow of intricate lanterns and flickering candlelight, the space exuded an aura of timeless elegance, where every detail spoke of luxury and sophistication.
From the ornate tapestries adorning the walls to the gilded statues of Hindu deities and serene Buddha figures that stood sentinel, the fusion of Indian and Buddhist design elements created a mesmerizing ambiance that captured the imagination. Amidst the plush velvet chairs and marble-topped tables, a gathering of elite clientele, dressed in their finest attire, mingled in hushed tones, their laughter and conversation blending harmoniously with the melodies of the music.
In the midst of the bustling restaurant, amidst the grandeur and elegance, stood a waitress clad in a vibrant saree that draped gracefully around her figure. Her brown hair was pulled back into a neat bun, accentuating the gentle curve of her slender neck, while her brown eyes shimmered with a sincerity that seemed to radiate from within. With a kind smile gracing her lips, she moved gracefully among the tables, her demeanor exuding a quiet confidence and poise.
One particular client caught her attention, and with a swift yet graceful movement, she approached him, her nameplate glinting softly under the ambient lighting, revealing the name "Minakshi." With a warm greeting, she offered her assistance, her voice soft and melodic, embodying the essence of hospitality and attentiveness.
"How can I help you, sir?" She asked.
"I want to cancel my order of lemon soda and can you bring cola instead?" The Mann wearing a three piece asked with elegance.
"Sure sir, anything else?" She asked.
"No thank you." She nodded and left.
As the waitress briskly made her way back into the heart of the bustling kitchen, the air was thick with the tantalizing aromas of spices and simmering sauces. With a sense of urgency, she raised her voice above the clamor of the kitchen, delivering the newly received order to the bustling team of chefs and sous chefs.
"Replace the order of lime soda with cola on table number seventeen!" she yelled, her voice cutting through the organized chaos of the kitchen.
Just as she finished relaying the order, her pocket vibrated with the familiar buzz of an incoming call. With a quick glance at the caller ID, she saw the name "Ved" flashing on the screen. Hastily, she reached for her phone, deftly answering the call even as she continued to move about the kitchen, her multitasking skills on full display.
