𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 ✓

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Jaipur

B E L L A

The chirping of the birds were music to my ear as the soft sound of waves were tingling my skin, and the fresh breathe of flowers; a perfect combination.

My eyes furrowed as I stared at the piece of paper frowning. I was working on a landscape design but something feels odd. It's like a piece of missing puzzle that I have lost and now no matter how hard I try to fix it, it's not working.

"Bella!"

I groaned loudly turning around and spotted my mother walking towards me with what I assumed to be bunch of flowers in her hand. This is the second time she stirred my concentration. I have been trying so hard to finish this drawing so I could have builders work on it as soon as possible.

"What is it, mom?" I asked drawing the line to the left. I need a space for the sunlight to enter the glass walls.

"3 din mein shaadi hai or ye ladki ko to bs kaam hi dikhta h." I rolled my eyes as she stood infront of me with a scowl on her face.
[ The wedding is in three days but all this girl does is work.]

"Shaadi meri ni dii ki h. Why don't you go and bother her." I resumed my work ignoring her presence as she rant out.
[The wedding is not mine but my sister's]

"Pehle pta to chle rajkumari hai knha. Subah s dikhi ni h." She mumbled and called out the workers to start working since the wedding is in three days.
[Only if I know where is she is. I haven't seen her all day.]

I can't believe my sister is getting married. I believe it was just yesterday when we talked about our wedding destination and the kind of wedding we both want. It feels like time flew so fast.

"Don't worry, mom. Mujhe pta h dii knha h." I sighed wrapping up my work before I headed to the only place I knew she would be.
[I know where she is]

As I walked out, my eyes roamed around the beautiful decoration the wedding planner team did. My father is a perfectionist, everything he does have to be perfect in every way.

And being the daughter of Raghuvanshi, my sister and I always have to be perfect all the time. It was irritating at first but then we got the drill.

I spotted my brother working out in the living room while the maids pampered him. My brother on the other hand, he's a complicated piece of art.

Ayansh, my brother is the only person who doesn't give a crap to my father's so called perfectionism. He does what he wants and doesn't give a shit which my father knows that is why he wanted my sister to do all the company work.

I walked out of the mansion smiling down at the worker who's been working hard day and night to turn this mansion into a beautiful wedding palace.

My sister is marrying Mahir Raisinghani. He's the son of my father's rival but then my sister fell in love with him. They both dated for two years and finally got engaged one month ago. Even though I rarely seen him but I did read about him in the magazines. He's what the female population calls the prince of 21st century.