✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
[ 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 1 ]
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts produce the most tragic stories.
Their treachery is told through their bleeding hearts: their unrequited love was never reciprocated. The...
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"How are you, Samaira?" I inquired and broke the embrace. I'm not sure how long we hugged, but when I saw my newborn sister, I forgot everything else. I can't believe I'm finally meeting her after all these years. I just want to take a moment to hug my whole family. When I stared at her, tears welled up in her eyes because she couldn't believe she had seen me.
Her expressions were apparent, yet I regret removing myself from them.
"You... you are a grown lady now Di," she continued, making me laugh.
A lady, perhaps? No, a weak and pitiful lady!
"And you are looking so sexy and beautiful that everyone will faint the moment they see you," I added, and she struck my hand playfully while blushing. She watched me from behind. I grimaced and followed her lead.
"Where is he?" she said. "Who?" I asked.
"Offo di!" your fiancé. Mr. Vidyut Agarwal," she said, and she was correct; where is he now? I turned my back and peered around.
"Umm... maybe he is in the garden?" I explained that I had no idea where he had gone, and she shook her head, but how did she know him?
"But how do you know him?" I posed a silly question.
"He is the son of the famous politician Vikram Agarwal's son, and he has his own identity Di. He is the CEO of REVA DESIGN, everyone knows about him, he is one of the most famous designers out there, and he also has connections with Forbes," she said the last part near my ear as if it was a secret, and I facepalmed. I'm not familiar with Forbes, other than the fact that they are extremely wealthy; I heard of them once when their parents died mysteriously. Obviously, he is famous; everyone knows him, but no one knows his other side. The Rude Arrogant Agarwal side.
"Leave him, and tell me where everyone is," I inquired, eager to meet them all, especially our bride. Samaira chuckled and hugged me once more. "Diya Di is in her room and Mom is with her and Dad and Rishi Bhaiya are busy examining everything," she informed us.
"Please take me to her; I can't wait to meet them," I murmured as we were about to go, but then her phone rang, her expression altered, and she hung up. "Um... Di, you go, I am coming, I have something important to do," she replied, directing me to Diya Di's chamber. I nodded, and she rushed out.
