Kashvi Rao never planned to get married, and it was never her choice. However, when she finally agreed to marry, it was to the man chosen by her parents.
There's nothing inherently wrong with a parent-arranged marriage, but when the man her parents...
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When Vansh whisked me away from the scene, I felt a mix of relief and gratitude wash over me. His timely intervention had averted a potentially ugly confrontation, sparing the girls from my wrath. But as the morning wore on, my unease lingered, refusing to dissipate with the passing hours.
It was already past noon, and my mind continued to simmer with anxiety. The thought of another girl attempting to make a move on Vansh when I wasn't around sent a shiver down my spine. My imagination ran wild, conjuring up scenarios of flirtatious advances and unsuspecting vulnerability.
The possessiveness that had driven me to defend my territory earlier now morphed into a nagging sense of insecurity, leaving me on edge and hyper-vigilant, my eyes scanning the surroundings for potential threats.
With a newfound sense of determination, I resolved to leave no doubt about Vansh's status. To quell my own insecurities and ward off potential admirers, I decreed that he needed a symbol of our commitment - a ring. It was more than just a piece of jewelry; it was a badge of ownership, a public declaration of his taken status.
I envisioned the way it would gleam on his finger, a shiny sentinel guarding his heart, warning others to keep their distance. With this ring, I would stake my claim, marking him as mine for all to see. My mind raced with excitement as I contemplated the perfect design, one that would reflect our love and seal our union forever.
With a sense of purpose and determination, I stood resolute outside Vansh's door, my hand poised to knock. My heart raced with anticipation, driven by a singular focus - to claim him as mine, once and for all. The ring, a symbol of our love and commitment, was the final piece of the puzzle, and I was ready to seal the deal.
I took a deep breath, gathered my courage, and rapped my knuckles against the door, the sound echoing through the silence. The wait was brief, and soon the door swung open, revealing Vansh's charming smile and unsuspecting gaze. "Hey, what's up?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "We're going out," I declared, my voice firm and decisive. "We need to get you a ring. Today."
Vansh's lips curled into a knowing smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement, as if he had been anticipating this moment all along. "Why, tiger?" he asked, his voice low and playful, his words dripping with a hint of teasing.
The nickname 'tiger' rolled off his tongue like a caress, sending a shiver down my spine. His gaze held mine, sparkling with a mischievous light, as if he was reveling in my determination to claim him. The air was charged with a sense of playful banter, our words hanging in the balance like a challenge, as we stood there, locked in a silent game of wit and seduction.
"Oh, absolutely, Vansh, you totally deserve a ring. I mean, it's not like you've been wearing my sister's engagement ring in your pocket or anything. Nope, you definitely need a brand new ring, one that screams 'I'm taken' to all the admiring fans out there. And I'm sure it has nothing to do with my own possessiveness and desire to mark you as mine. Nope, it's all about you and your deservingness of a shiny new accessory." I said in one breath.
With a sense of urgency, I grasped Vansh's arm, my fingers wrapping around his wrist like a gentle vice. 'No more dawdling, let's go!' I exclaimed, my voice laced with a hint of playfulness. I tugged him forward, my grip firm but gentle, as I propelled him towards the door.
My pace was swift, my strides purposeful, leaving him little choice but to follow in my wake. The air was filled with the sound of our laughter and the rustle of our footsteps, as we embarked on our mission to find the perfect ring.
