When fate intertwines two souls who has contrasting emotions for their past in a holy knot of marriage, and add to more a pair of watchful eyes suddenly started to shadow their every move.
What mysterious journey will they embark upon? Will love wi...
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A A R A V
From the moment she stepped into the hall, she had been visibly composed, though beneath the surface, a quiet nervousness simmered. Yet, no matter how expertly she masked it, she could not escape the sharp eyes of Thee Aarav Malhotra.
She adorned an icy mint blue lehenga, intricately embroidered with floral patterns of sequins and pearls, each detail shimmering under the soft glow of the chandeliers. The ensemble was paired with a V-neck blouse featuring delicate cutwork along the waist—a design both elegant and undeniably alluring. That blouse… damn! It was breathtakingly bold, a masterpiece of craftsmanship and temptation.
Her wavy tresses cascaded gracefully down her shoulders, framing her face, which bore only the subtlest touch of makeup—just enough to enhance her natural beauty without overpowering it. The understated elegance of her styling complemented the ethereal charm of her lehenga to perfection.
I loathed admitting it, but she looked gorgeous—so much so that my heart betrayed me, skipping beats at an alarming rate. What are you doing, Aarav?! Since when did you start analyzing women’s attire in such detail? I inwardly berated myself for this unexpected lapse.
And yet, no matter how much I tried to resist the thought, one truth remained undeniable—she was absolutely stunning in that lehenga.
Shaking off those useless thoughts, I diverted my gaze from her to Mummy, who was giving me a soft smile—not one of her usual teasing ones. Why was she smiling at me like that?
Aarohi handed me the ring box, and I took the ring, extending my left hand toward her, expecting her to offer her palm. But she was looking down.
Is she planning to make me wait here all day?
Rolling my eyes, I gently took her hand in mine—and a sudden chill ran through me. Her hands were ice-cold. Was she nervous?
Without any further delay, I slid the ring onto her finger.
Now, it was her turn. She stared at the ring in her grasp, her fingers trembling slightly. I noticed her mother whispering something to her, to which she shook her head before finally sliding the ring onto my finger.
Cheers erupted around us as everyone congratulated us. Our parents exchanged smiles before heading off to greet the guests.
I don’t know what came over me, but suddenly, I felt the urge to hold her hand. And guess what? I actually did it.
I braced myself, expecting her to pull away—but to my surprise, she didn’t. That small act of acceptance boosted my confidence.
Leaning in, I whispered in her ear, "Do we leave, Mangetar?"
