"Rao, drive quickly," said Prithvi, his voice brimming with excitement.
He could hardly contain his joy at the thought of reuniting with his family and celebrating the baby shower and 1st anniversary of his marriage to Tara.
The car came to a stop in front of a modest home. Prithvi stepped out and knocked on the door.
A man opened it, bowing slightly in respect. "Welcome, Thakur Sahab. Please, have a seat."
Prithvi's eyes scanned the room eagerly. "Did you keep those things ready?" he asked, his impatience palpable.
"Yes, Thakur Sahib. Please wait here, I'll bring them," the man replied, disappearing into another room.
A moment later, he returned, carefully carrying three velvet boxes.
"As you requested, I made them exactly to your specifications," he said, handing the boxes to Prithvi.
Prithvi opened the first box to reveal a stunning gold necklace.
The necklace gleamed under the light, its intricate design showcasing delicate craftsmanship.
Each link was meticulously crafted, creating an elegant and regal piece that would perfectly complement Tara's grace and beauty.
He then opened the second box, which contained a pair of heavily worked silver anklets.
The anklets were adorned with intricate patterns, shimmering with every subtle movement.
Tiny silver bells were attached to the payal, designed to tinkle softly with each step, adding a touch of musical charm to the exquisite jewelry.
"These are perfect," Prithvi murmured, a smile spreading across his face. "Thank you. She will love them."
Inspecting the gifts with a smile, Prithvi nodded in approval. Then, his gaze fell upon a smaller box within the velvet lining.
Opening it, he discovered a pendant featuring the sacred Om symbol, designed with meticulous detail.
"This is perfect," Prithvi remarked, a sense of reverence in his voice as he admired the symbolic pendant. He knew it would be a meaningful addition to the gifts, especially for Manik.
After paying the man and thanking him once more, Prithvi hurried back to the car.
"Rao, let's go," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and anticipation.
As the car sped towards the haveli, Prithvi's thoughts were filled with visions of Tara's surprise and happiness.
With the precious gifts in hand, Prithvi's heart swelled with anticipation as he embarked on the journey to reunite with his beloved family.
Little did he know the challenges that awaited them, or the perilous events unfolding back at the haveli.
As he set out, a sense of foreboding lingered in the air, hinting at the trials ahead and the uncertain fate that awaited Tara and Manik.
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.Prithvi's car sped towards the haveli. The gentle hum of the engine was accompanied by Prithvi's thoughts, his mind racing with excitement and anticipation.
He couldn't help but glance down at the velvet boxes beside him, a smile tugging at his lips.
"She will love them," he thought, his heart filled with warmth. "I will personally put these on her."
The gold necklace, intricate and dazzling, seemed to catch every ray of light, shimmering with a promise of beauty and elegance.
The silver payal, with its delicate craftsmanship, jingled softly with the car's motion.
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𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 | 𝟏𝟖+
ChickLitThe story unfolds in the 1950s Madhya Pradesh, revolving around 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚, an 18-year-old girl, who enters into an arranged marriage with a Thakur, a man ten years her senior. He holds authority over more than a hundred villages. But how did she beca...