"She was his everything-until she became his assassin."
Shreyansh loved Arya with his whole soul. But the woman he trusted most shot him and walked away.
Now he's back. Alive. And hell-bent on revenge.
But they're not the only ones tangled in love...
Time skip ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ʀᴀᴊᴀsᴛʜᴀɴ jᴀɪᴘᴜʀ.. ______
Today, the brides are preparing for their special day in their respective hotel rooms, surrounded by the buzz of excitement and the skilled hands of makeup artists. But amidst all the hustle and bustle, one bride stands out - Trisha. Her face radiates a unique happiness and glow that surpasses the effect of any makeup. Her eyes sparkle with anticipation, and her smile hints at a secret joy that she can't wait to share with the world.
In Trisha's room, the atmosphere is electric. Her friends and family are busy helping her get ready, but Trisha's attention is focused on her phone. She's absorbed in a conversation with Vihaan, who's been messaging her persistently. "'I'm heading to your room to see you,'" he texts, his words sending a flutter through her chest. Trisha's fingers fly across the keyboard as she replies, "'Not now, there are still others here.'" She can't help but feel a thrill at the prospect of seeing him, but she's also aware of the people surrounding her.
Vihaan's response is immediate. "'Clear everyone out of your room, I'm on my way,'" he messages, his tone playful but insistent. Trisha's heart skips a beat as she reads his words. She looks around the room, feeling a pang of hesitation. How can she ask everyone to leave abruptly? They might get the wrong idea, and she doesn't want to raise any eyebrows. She types out a response, her fingers moving quickly. "'How can I ask people to leave abruptly? They might get the wrong idea! Just a bit more patience, please.'"
As she waits for Vihaan's next message, Trisha's mind starts to wander. Is he on his way, or is he upset by her reply? She can't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of seeing him. She glances around the room, trying to gauge the time it will take for everyone to finish their tasks. Her makeup artist is putting the final touches on her look, and her friends are chatting and laughing, oblivious to the conversation unfolding on Trisha's phone.
Trisha attire
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The makeup artist stepped back to admire Trisha's reflection in the mirror, a look of satisfaction on her face. "Wow, you look very beautiful, Mam," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. Trisha's face lit up with a radiant smile as she joyfully accepted the compliment. She thanked the makeup artist sincerely for her assistance and skill, beaming with gratitude. Despite noting that there was still an hour until the engagement ceremony, Trisha remained in high spirits, her excitement and anticipation palpable.
However, as she puzzled over Vihaan's silence, her brow furrowed with concern. She quickly checked her phone, only to find no messages from him, which led her to wonder if something was amiss. She reached out to Vihaan through text, seeking an explanation for his silence as she noticed he was online but unresponsive. Desperate for a reply, she expressed her concerns and questioned his silence. "Naraz ho kya?!" she texted, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Say something, message me, write something, why are you silent, are you angry?"
