AFTER A MONTH
Anirudh's unexpected arrival with my engagement attire, he was dressed in a blue kurta. Why the hell is he doing a delivery boy's service? I need to change this designer for sure. He put them all on the bed. He sat on the couch taking a sigh of relief.
"Why do you collect them? I told him to deliver it.", I questioned trying to understand his actions.
"Aunty told me to collect them on my way here," he explained, his attention still focused on his phone.
"Okay then...He's safe" I said retrieving my engagement kurta from the pile he had brought.
"Who? The designer?" he inquired to which I hummed.
As I dressed in the purple kurta set adorned with intricate stonework, memories of the past two years flooded my mind. The rudraksha around my neck, which I hadn't worn in years, suddenly felt like a comforting reminder of the faith I had once held before that incident but after meeting her I felt that pull again towards Bhole Baba. We have nothing in common except our love for him. I set my hair in front of the dressing table and sprayed perfume.
Glancing at Anirudh, who was engrossed in his phone, I couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation.
"It's my engagement and you seem too busy with your phone...", I remarked.
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CURSE- War Of Love
Romance𝓣𝓾𝓶 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓸, 𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓸... 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓾 𝔀𝓸 𝓫𝓱𝓪𝓰𝔀𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓱𝓸... 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓪 𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓾 𝔀𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓶 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓱𝓸... 𝓩𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓰𝓲 𝓴𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲 𝓽𝓾𝓶, 𝓪𝓫 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓪𝓻 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓱𝓸...