𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
Can be read as a standalone.
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In a quaint country where promises were etched in stone, a man named Arhan sought revenge for a past slight. He feigned love for Ananya, a woman whose heart was...
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ANANYA
Time flies so fast just some days ago,I agreed to the marriage and now it's already my mehendi ceremony.
Both of my hands were reserved by the artist.My house is decorated beautifully.
I am getting married.
But am I happy?
Did I want all this?
No.
Never.
Rajvansh Rajput.
I am getting married to him.
Not Arhan.
Whom I always dream of.
Someone else will come tomorrow and take me but not Arhan.
I will get the tag of 'Wife' of someone else but not him.
Why did you do this to me Arhan?
Why did you have to use me as the pawn of your games?
Why?
What did I do?
I always imagined the day I will marry Arhan and how everything will be perfect.But now they are writing someone else name on my hand.
I looked at the name "Rajvansh" craved beautifully between the designs. How I imagined it to be his name but it's not his rather than someone else.
I sat there, surrounded by the commotion and excitement of the mehendi ceremony preparations.
My parents were busy running around, making sure everything was perfect for the ceremony.
The kids were running around, laughing and playing, their faces alive with happiness and excitement. But I couldn't bring myself to join in their joy.
My mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of Arhan. I couldn't get him out of my head, his smile and face replaying in my mind over and over again.
The ceremony was in full swing now, and the elders had come to bless me. I smiled politely, trying my best to seem grateful and happy, but my heart wasn't in it.
My hands were now beautifully adorned with the intricate mehendi designs, the patterns vibrant and colorful against my skin.
I looked down at them, admiring the artwork, but my thoughts were elsewhere.
I found it hard to focus on the ceremony, my mind wandering back to Arhan.
I know I shouldn't think about him when I myself agreed to all this.But why my heart is not convinced yet?
Aarohi joined me as soon as she spotted me all alone sitting.
