ʙᴏᴏᴋ 𝟷 ɪɴ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ sᴇʀɪᴇs
Tia ᥫ᭡ Saransh
"I like you. Saransh ji, I truly do a lot, but I'm not sure what love is because I've never felt it."
"Then let me show you what love feels like by painting you in the color of my love, sona.
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The alarm buzzed, showing 5 o'clock. I woke up and went towards the gym. After working out for 1.5 hrs, I went to take a bath, which relaxes my muscles, stress, and frustration from professional life. Although my personal life is pretty easy-going, I don't have any hardships. I have my simple loving family who loves me beyond measure. Being an elder son, I have a lot of responsibilities toward the family.
My dadu established Sharma Enterprises from scratch with a lot of hardships. I took the CEO position when I was 26 years old, which I have now extended all over the country. Though I was not born with a silver spoon, I am an adopted child. Dadu adopted me at the age of 10 years. My mom and dad died when I was 7 years old, and I was in an orphanage. Maa and Papa accepted me wholeheartedly. Yug was a 3-year-old kid then. I have my morals and ethics in my life, and I never disrespect anyone unless they do.
After getting to the office, I came downstairs to have my breakfast. I prefer a light breakfast like toast and juice, but my mom still stuffs parathas in my mouth.
AUTHOR'S POV;
It was one of those mornings where the sun peeked through the curtains just right, casting a golden hue across the breakfast table. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of buttery toast, making it a typical Sharma family breakfast-comforting, yet fraught with the kind of tension that only a grandfather and his 32-year-old grandson could create.
Pratap Sharma, or as everyone affectionately called him, Dadu, sat at the head of the table, his silver hair glinting under the morning light. He had that authoritative air about him, the kind that made you sit up straight and pay attention. Today, however, he had a particular agenda in mind, and Saransh was about to find out just how serious Dadu could get.
"Saransh," Dadu began, his voice booming like a thunderclap, "you are 32 years old. What have you thought about marriage?"
Saransh, who was halfway through a bite of toast, nearly choked. "Dadu, I don't have time for marriage. I have a lot of important work and meetings throughout the year. I'll let you know after the work," he said, trying to mask the irritation bubbling inside him.
Dadu's eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward, his hands clasped together like a judge ready to deliver a verdict. "Not at all. You will get married this year as soon as possible. Every time I talk to you about marriage, you make some excuse or the other. Do you like someone?"
The question hung in the air like a heavy fog. Saransh felt his cheeks flush as laughter erupted around the table. His family knew him too well; they knew he avoided women like they were the plague. His sharp glare was enough to send any potential suitor running.
"No, there is no one, Dadu," he muttered, but little did they know that his heart was already captured by someone-a golden beauty who had been haunting his thoughts for the past six months.
Dadu's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Then what's the problem in getting married, Saransh? I already found a girl for you. She's perfect for you and our family. We were going to their house, and I hope you will say yes to this proposal. I am not asking you, Saransh. I am telling you. Is that clear?"
