"𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ONE 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ."
"𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄??"
Love was never in his wish list, Never in his life he wanted to be someone else's, who doesn't worth his love, never again. After how life played with him..
But destiny brought her...
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DIYA POV :
"AHH! my head!!" I woke up with a severe headache. I squinted my eyes a bit trying to adjust to the bright light. As i look around me i found myself in a room. i quickly straighten up and sat on the bed.
I remembered i was sleeping on the couch last night. but how did i ended up here? and who brought me here? my suitcase was also kept beside the bed. The lamp was on too.
I gasp! "Did anyone saw me sleeping on the couch? Who it can be?"
I don't even know, what time it was. That's when i remember today is my first Rasooi. i hurriedly stood up frorm bed and folded the duvet.
I went to the door and opened it just a little bit to peep out of the room to see if there's anyone present. but, luckily no one was there, seems like its not to late.
"Diya, No one should know what happened with you last night! or else maa will get worried." And i don't want that. my suitcase was with me so, j was a bit relaxed.
I decided to take shower in this room only. I went and open the suitcase to find clothes for me. There were sarees, kurtis and patiyalas and some more sarees and jewelries.
I picked up a wine red colour saree with broad golden lace.
"Tumne saare toh choose karli, per pehenogi kaise diya?"
I have worn saare at functions many times but with the help of mummy or didi.
"We will see that later, first get fresh." I said and went inside the bathroom. i got fresh, today i washed my hair so it took me a bit longer.
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Now the real task was wearing saare, i don't even have my phone with me. Or else I would have watch tutorial. But, It was left in jay's room yesterday.
First I wore blouse, and than shapeware and than opened the saare, I recalled how mummy used to ware it. And started doing the exact same thing.
I tuck the plates in, now making pallu was another task. It was kanjiwaram saree and these types of sarees are difficult to manage.
but still after struggling for 30 minutes I wore it and pin it properly, but, i was still afraid that it might get open, so I pined it up with two more safety pins. I don't know how many safety pins i have used and it was making me laugh on myself.
"Finally!!" I sighs
"You are done with this difficult task diya Congrats!!" I chuckle appreciating myself.
I went to dressing table, to see the outcome of my hardwork. "Hmm!! Good diya, it's perfect!!" but the parting-line of my hair caught my attention, it was looking desolate.
Yesterday, when he filled the vermillion in the parting of my hair. i felt some thing different. Something like I never felt.. like I have became his... like I owned by him.. Now that i am married i will have to apply it. Arrange Marriages is such a scary thing, Who knows your husband may turn out to be such khadus person that he throws you out of his room on your wedding night itself.. and make you feel like an orphan..
