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...
Writing Updates: I have written so many chapters 9f HRD in these days and the book is almost completely written. I will soon start planning PP and then I will release it soon. If you don't already know I have released VijayMani and now that HRD is almost complete, I will start working on VijayMani soon*maybe form Tomorrow. I wanted to complete HRD before i start my 1st year of college but it's good that it's going to be complete on the 2nd or 3rd week of the college. Now my main focus will be on my studies then I will write VijayMani and then on planning PP. So i will release PP when i have written half of the book of VijayMani or i have completed VijayMani. Thank you💞
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●new schedule:
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As the sun-kissed day dissolved into a warm, golden evening, Vansh and I meandered hand in hand through the picturesque streets of Costa Brava, our rings gleaming like tiny beacons of our love.
We wandered, lost in our own little world, discovering hidden coves, secluded beaches, and quaint villages, our laughter and whispers carried away by the gentle breeze. As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, we reluctantly made our way back to the hotel, our feet tired but our hearts full. We shared a soft, sweet kiss in the lobby, and then Vansh disappeared into his room, leaving me to savor the solitude of my own space.
I settled into my room, the silence punctuated only by the sound of my own contented sighs, as I replayed the memories of our day together, my ring glinting in the dim light, a reminder of the promises we'd made to each other.
As I lay in bed, surrounded by the silence of my hotel room, my mind wandered back to the events of the day, and I couldn't help but feel like I was living in a dream, a fragile bubble that threatened to burst at any moment.
Just yesterday, I was suffocating under the weight of a marriage that felt like a cage, a union born from duty rather than desire. But today, something shifted. Vansh's touch ignited a spark within me, and for the first time, I felt like I belonged in his arms.
The memories of our time together played on repeat in my mind, and I found myself yearning for more, wishing to stretch out this fleeting moment of happiness, to prolong the illusion that we were meant to be. The ring on my finger seemed to pulse with a gentle reminder that life is full of contradictions, and sometimes, the things we resist the most can become the very things we can't live without.
Just then I heard a knock on my door. As I swung open the door, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of Vansh standing in the threshold, his eyes locked on mine with an unspoken vulnerability. His usual confidence and assuredness were replaced by a nervous energy, his shoulders tense and his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
The dim lighting of the hallway cast a warm glow on his features, accentuating the faint furrow on his brow and the softness of his lips. He looked like a man on the precipice of a great precipice, as if the next words he spoke would seal his fate forever.
The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation, and I felt my own breath catch in my throat as I waited for him to speak, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat in the silence.
The words hung in the air like a whispered secret, "Sleep with me." My mind raced to process the request, my thoughts stumbling over each other in disbelief.
Vansh's eyes never left mine, his gaze burning with an intensity that made my heart race. And then, as if he realized the implications of his words, he hastily corrected himself, "I mean, let's share a room tonight." The clarification only slightly alleviated the shock, my brain still reeling from the initial suggestion.
The tension between us was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires and unexplored possibilities. I felt like I was standing at the edge of a cliff, staring into an abyss of uncertainty, yet tempted to take the leap of faith and see where the night would lead us.
"No." I spun around to retreat to the safety of my room, but Vansh was too quick. With a swift motion, he swept me off my feet, lifting me into his arms like a bride on her wedding night. I felt a rush of indignation and excitement as he carried me towards his room, my protests dying on my lips.
"Leave me!" I whispered urgently, "What if someone sees us?" But Vansh just chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "No one will see us," he assured me, his voice low and husky. "The hotel is empty."
I gasped, my mind reeling with the implications. "Why?" I asked, my voice barely audible. And then, in a casual tone that belied the extravagance of the gesture, he dropped the bombshell: "Cause I booked the whole hotel." My eyes widened in shock, my brain struggling to comprehend the sheer audacity of his move.
The world seemed to tilt on its axis as I realized the extent of his determination to have me all to himself.
As we entered the room, the door clicked shut behind us, enveloping us in a cocoon of privacy. The sudden silence was palpable, the only sound the soft creak of the bed as Vansh gently deposited me onto the plush mattress.
I quickly grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around me like a shield, turning onto my side to avoid the intense gaze that seemed to bore into my very soul. The softness of the bed and the warmth of the blanket enveloped me, but I couldn't shake off the awareness of Vansh's presence, his proximity making my skin tingle and my heart race.
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to ignore the flutter in my chest, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing, and the overwhelming sense of being trapped in this intimate space with a man who seemed determined to break down my defenses.
The bed seemed to sag ever so slightly, the mattress yielding to the weight of his body as Vansh settled in beside me. The subtle dip in the bed's surface was like a whispered secret, a gentle reminder that he was now mere inches away. I felt the softness of the bed compress further, conforming to the contours of his body, and my own body responded with a heightened sense of awareness.
My heart quickened its pace, my skin tingling with anticipation, as if my very cells were attuned to his presence. The silence between us was oppressive, heavy with unspoken intentions, and I could feel the weight of his gaze upon me, even with my eyes closed.
The air seemed to vibrate with tension, and I knew that I couldn't maintain this facade of indifference for much longer.
I tossed and turned, my body restless as I struggled to surrender to slumber. But sleep remained elusive, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions that refused to be silenced.
Finally, I conceded defeat, my voice barely above a whisper as I broke the silence. "Can we talk?" I asked, the words hanging in the air like a fragile plea. The bed creaked softly as Vansh shifted his weight, his body turning towards mine.
I felt his eyes on me, their intensity palpable even in the darkness. The anticipation was almost suffocating, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat. And then, in a low, husky tone that sent shivers down my spine, he replied, "What do you want to talk about?"
My words hung in the air like a gentle caress, and Vansh's gaze narrowed slightly as he regarded me with a hint of surprise. "So, let's talk about your butterfly tattoo," I said, my voice laced with curiosity, my eyes locked on the delicate wings that danced on his arm.
The tattoo seemed to flutter in the dim light, its beauty so captivating that I couldn't help but reach out a finger to trace its edges. Vansh's skin was warm to the touch, his muscles tensing subtly as I explored the intricate design. "What's the story behind it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart pounding in anticipation of the secrets he might reveal.
