When Diya was forced into the marriage,she knew she had stepped into the lion's den.
~A 27 year old teacher ,content with anything she gets in life
~A firm believer in God
~Her eyes have the power to make anyone hers
~Lost her mother,and last slept...
Chaitanya's POV- "Do whatever you feel like",I yelled. She is acting as if she didn't marry me for my money..Huh! The audacity of rejecting the money I offered. I was still wondering about her. I should stop paying so much attention to her I suppose. ------------------------------- It's 5:30 .Where is she?
"I've bought the dress",Diya entered the house. "Be fast! It's already 5:40 p.m.", I said. "Uhmm---Okay"
On realising that I was getting late for the party,I went to get ready too. -------------------------------
I was sitting on the couch,still waiting for her to get ready.
She came
My breath hitched,as she walked down the stairs,looking extravagant in her black dress.She was a vision of utter beauty. With every step she took, grace seemed to flow effortlessly, captivating ,me entirely. Her radiant smile lit up the room, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.The dress was defining her curves in a lush way. As she stood in front of me,I unknowingly came close to her and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. I was so lost in her that I didn't realise that she might be feeling uncomfortable, stepping back,I said: "Let's go"
Chaitanya's Outfit-
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The whole ride to the destination ,Chaitanya and Diya did not say a word. There was dead silence.
"We've reached",Chaitanya said,getting out of the car. Diya opened her eyes, feeling drowsy,only to see a grand entrance to the hall. She was about to get out of the car when Chaitanya extended his hand towards her and she stared at him "Come on.What are you waiting for?", he raised his brows. Immediately slipping her hand into his, she got out of the car and covered her eyes due to the flashes of the cameras out there. There were numerous reporters and cameramen clicking their pictures together. Diya shuddered which didn't go unnoticed by Chaitanya. He suddenly pulled her and held hand to make her feel comfortable. Nodding at her, he entered the venue. "Mr.Chaitanya Raghuvanshi, what do you have to say about this project of yours?" "After cracking such a big deal, what are your plans ahead?" "Mr.Raghuvanshi please say something" "What do you have to say about your wife, whose sister you were supposed to marry? Is Mrs. Diya Raghuvanshi responsible for Ms. Mrunali Sharma running away?" As soon as Chaitanya heard this, he turned around, his eyes red and his hands clenched into a fist. Diya whimpered in pain as the grip of his hand holding hers, tightened. "I'm not gonna tolerate bullshit against my wife, get it? Dare you say anything like that again! I will make sure you are never able to go outside on your own again", he held the reporter's collar.
"Please leave him Chaitanya",Diya whispered, holding his arm. He looked at her "Please", her eyes moistened Chatainya's heart melted at the sight and he left the reporter with a jerk. "Let's go", she pleaded ---------------
Diya's POV-
The hotel was luxurious, the glistening chandeliers, exquisite flowers used for decorations, the huge huge glass windows were curtailed by velvet drapes. The guests were sophisticated and classy .The whole party gave an extravagant aura in itself. I had never been to such a high-end gathering ever, so it felt weird to me. I was awestruck by the elegance of the place, so much that I stood there, with my mouth wide-open. "Shut it Diya" ,Chaitanya came towards me and pushed my jaw up,closing my mouth."Don't act like a fool here, get it?"
