𝐴𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦.❤️
Rudransh Singh Rathore is the king of rajasthan. He is a complex character, a blend of traditional values and modern sensibilities. He is fiercely loyal, dedicated to his family and the peo...
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Next morning , I woke up and did my all day business. Then I went down and sat at the dinning table . Soon everyone gathered on the dinning table and were silent then usual. " Beta , what have you thought about the marriage. " Mumma asked me .
" I don't know maa , I need time to decide " I replied . " They are coming to meet you tomorrow " Mumma said. "Whattt!!" I shouted in disbelief. " Maa , why tomorrow?? " I said " Beta , just meet him , if you don't like him then don't marry him " Mumma said .
"Ohkk" I stated in a slight angry tone and left for my hospital.
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All were settled on the dinning table , my cousins looking at me with teasing smile and my one glare was enough for them to focus on there food . " Beta , did you like Adrisha " Dad asked me . " I don't know " I replied in my cold tone .
" Tommorow , we are going to meet them " Dad stated . " But I am not re..." Dadu cut me off . " Just meet her once , and If you don't like her than we will not ask you to get married for a year ." Dadu stated "Okkk" I said and left for my office.
In "New Life" Hospital
The rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner was the only sound in the small cabin. Adrisha, slumped in a worn armchair, stared at the crackling fire, the flames mirroring the exhaustion burning in her eyes. Another night, another marathon of surgeries, another late return home.
Lately, the weight of her profession felt crushing. Her life had become a blur of sterile operating rooms, the scent of antiseptic clinging to her like a second skin. And the pressure of her family for her marriage .
The moon, a silver coin in the night sky, cast long shadows across her chamber, mocking her restlessness. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, the King's family would arrive.
