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[I edit in between chapters according to priority, not in any sequence. That's why, some chapters will be good and some will lack the rhythm.]
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𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐇𝐈 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋
Bow to the queen before speaking ~
A beauty with brains a...
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It was just supposed to be a dance, a fantasy. But sensing the atmosphere around me? I didn’t think it was still what it was.
I stood in the centre of attention with Ruvit standing in front of me. His big, slightly rough hand tightened around my waist.
Our eyes locked onto each other, feeling everyone’s gaze on us. The sudden attention had me anxious.
Playing it cool, I tried to focus on something else. Like the top two buttons of his shirt were open, his muscled chest peeking through it.
How many times I have told this man to keep them close? But, here he was. Defying me on purpose.
It was just then I realised I should straighten myself rather than staring at him or more precisely his body, like a creep.
The sudden shift in my surroundings was palpable when suddenly I felt rose petals falling about our heads. Party poppers burst in the background.
And then, my ever so composed Matashree stood beside me. I felt my throat go dry when my eyes fell on the ring box in her hand.
Wae is there a ring in her hand? What is happening here? What are they planning?
My mind short circuited the moment I saw a similar box in Ritu aunty’s hand as she came right beside Ruvit.
Ridhima soon accompanied me, keeping her hand on my shoulder, squeezing it gently. Nandini joined too, standing beside Mum with a mischievous grin plastered on her face.
The rest of the people also took their position, making a circle around me and Ruvit. My curious eyes roamed around the hall, only to rest on Vinayak bhaiya for once.
He was already looking at me. His lips curved in a smile and as if aware of my inner turmoil very well, he gave me a thumbs up in an assuring manner.
That’s what he had always done.
He never said it directly but he was always there for me, supporting me silently, walking behind me like a shield.
I nodded in his direction before I saw Ruvit’s grandmother perched on a couch afar, like excluding herself from the current arrangement.
“The function was supposed to be for bhaiya-bhabhi, right?” Finally breaking the trance, Ruvit suddenly confirmed but he got shut down by the glare from his mother.
“Will you tell us what is happening here?” I asked next, genuinely confused.
“Your engagement.” Mum replied with a neutral expression, so casually as if she just didn’t drop a bomb.
Aayein?
“Yes.” Manoj uncle chimed enthusiastically. “We have planned this surprise for your engagement.” Another bombshell.
