𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and s...
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My world stops for a minute. The headline reads:
VIHAAN RAJPUTH 'THE SELF MADE BILLIONAIRE' OUT OF THE MARRIAGE MARKET?
And there's a photo of me and Shivanya where, I am carrying her in bridal style. Then I suddenly remember that yesterday I saw a flash going off when we arrived to my apartment. Shit.
Shivanya is wearing my suit jacket over her red lehenga but it's clear that it's a wedding outfit.
The photo is taken from our left side where both of our faces are visible. Anyone who sees the picture will soon arrive to the conclusion that we are married.
There's a huge article under our picture mentioning my success and speculations about Shivanya.
Another headline reads:
'WHO'S THE MYSTERY GIRL?'
I want to protect Shivanya from the sharks of media for that I have to manage the disaster as soon as possible.
I wake up from the bed without waking her. She snuggles into my pillow. I close the door slowly and get ready for the day. I call Aman & inform him to reach here as soon as possible.
He comes within 15 minutes. We stare at eachother in silence.
"I had my suspicions when I saw you texting after 3.00 in the morning. So? you were celebrating your wedding night all the while texting me? Real honourable brother." He says with an annoyed face.
I sigh and close my eyes and pray to god to give me patience. I open my mouth but he cuts me off, "I am your bestfriend you didn't invite me to your wedding? How can you be so heartless!" He throws his arm up clearly exasperated.
As usual he's a dramatic ass. Hence proved.
Then the door to my room opens and Shivanya comes out slowly walking towards us with doubtful eyes. I am struck with her appearance.
Her black eyes a pool of charcoal in the morning light in which I could stare forever. And probably drown myself.
She's wearing my clothes. Her face fresh with sleep, her lips a shade of pink that I desperately want to feast on. She fists my sweatpants with one hand probably trying to avoid it from falling off.
She looks like mine.
I come out of my trance and walk over to her. Taking my sweatpants from her fists I lead her to the couch and make her sit.
