Kashvi Rao never planned to get married, and it was never her choice. However, when she finally agreed to marry, it was to the man chosen by her parents.
There's nothing inherently wrong with a parent-arranged marriage, but when the man her parents...
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Nicknames have always been cringe to me and no one dared to call me any other name than Vansh but this girl Kashvi, called me with a nickname.
Butterfly.
Now I kind of regret getting that butterfly tattoo on my left bicep. But it was worth it because it resembled someone and the butterfly was the only creature who was with me who helped me get out of that hell and was with me when no one was.
My elbow touched Kashvi's elbow as we sat beside each other on the dining table, having breakfast.
Kashvi was trying her best to not let it affect her but the chair on which I was sitting was so small so we were sitting close so it left me no option.
It was luck of course. Or was it?
"We will be leaving for Rajasthan this afternoon and we have postponed the reaction to tomorrow," Dad announced which caused all the family members to look at him except me because I knew the reason.
"Why? And what about Kashvi's Panphera?" my grandmother asked.
"We have to leave as the news of their wedding is out and all over the TV, News Papers and everywhere. And about Kashvi's Panphera, she can come here after some time when the news dies down." Dad cleared the confusion.
"This is probably the best decision to take at the time." my grandfather said while my mother nodded. "Is it okay for you Kashvi?" He asked Kashvi for her opinion.
"Yes, Dadu," she said and continued to eat her food silently.
She may have forgotten about the slap but I did not and I have zero plans to let go of her family as easily as they would have wanted to.
I want them to experience hell on earth and I will bring hell here for them but I couldn't do it alone because there are chances that Kashvi would come to know about it and that is the only thing I fear.
I don't want her to know that I tortured her family and then strained the already strained relationship that we just started yesterday.
So I have asked for help from a friend. He is not exactly a friend but we have been in the same college and were almost like friends when we were there. To be true he was always the smartest one in the college and we were kind of rivals so we did not interact this much except for having some business here and there.
I would have to invite him to the reception but I'm not sure if he will come and grace us with his presence.
I tried to grab the glass of water as I was done with my breakfast but her hand bumped against me which made me spill the water on the dining table.
"Can't even hold back from spilling the water?" she whispered and teased me even after knowing it was her mistake.
"Let's not forget who was the one to wet the bed yesterday." I tried to keep it low but my grandmother heard it.
