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A beauty with brains, has a sassy attitude with a sunshine personality. At just the age of 21, she achieved success in the business field. Princess of Agarwals and Qu...
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The Bride has finally stepped inside her new house after all the Byes and cries — that wasn't supposed to rhyme.
Come to think about it, The couple aren't here yet since It was a long night.
If you know, you know.
Today, It is going to be the first official day for our newly weds. And for that, Rishika and Abhir — don't know when they started to blend with each other — have planned something special.
I'm here, sitting at the dining table of Rathore Mansion. I came last night to accompany my best friend since she was 'nervous'.
And then the elders, too, insisted that I spend the night here only. So, I just went with the flow.
It was awkward at first but Ruvit made it interesting by all his talks and teases.
P.S. I didn't sleep in his room.
"Aridhi, when is your family coming?" Manoj Uncle, My Future Father-in-law aka Ruvit's father directed the question at me.
"They should be here by 12 PM." I replied after looking at the wall clock showing 9.
He nods in acknowledgement before turning his attention towards his breakfast; a cup of tea with bread and butter.
When did I start to notice those things? The question struck in my mind. Probably because that will help in future, or not, who knows.
I stood up from the table because of two reasons: 1. To go in kitchen and help Aunty or simply take a tour. 2. I can't sit here all alone by myself. It's just uncle and this Hitler Granny.
The latter is glaring at me since I stepped inside this mansion. I don't think she learnt anything from her mistake.
Uncle tried to stop me but I was out of his sight before he could. I walked towards the big corridors and stared at the portraits and art pieces lining the walls.
Rathore Mansion is as big as it can be — screaming royalty and wealth. My house in Mumbai is kinda similar.
Portraits of extinct generation of Rathores blinked back at me as if trying to figure out who am I and what I'm doing here.
The corridors led to the kitchen — as elegant and sophisticated as we see in movies or shows.
My feet come to a halt when I saw Ruvit standing in the kitchen. Aunty was standing in front of him with a hand on her hips.
"Mom, Please let me na" Ruvit looked at his mother with those cute puppy eyes.
"You will burn down the kitchen!" Aunty protested, not looking at his eyes.
"I won't!! I know how to cook" Ruvit crossed his arms around his chest.
"You even know the difference between salt and sugar??" Aunty rolled her eyes playfully.
