The Sisodia heirs stood unrivaled in control and possession, their world a testament to their might. To onlookers, their lives were a manifestation of perfection, with their family and surname commanding respect, prestige, and reputation.
Yet, behi...
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"Tarini, we have arrived."
Tarini opens her eyes to the sound of Aviraj's voice and looks out of the window at the temple in the distance. She turns to face him, her lips parting to respond, however, she remains silent with her intent gaze settling on him.
Taking in his every detail, she couldn't help but conclude to herself that the creator had indeed indeed taken some extra time and effort to craft this man—her husband.
"Jinke liye yaha aaye hai, pehle unhe dekh le? Phir baad mein mujhe jitna dil chahe utna dekh lena," Aviraj says with an almost invisible smirk lingering at the corner of his lips.
(Shall we first go and pray? Later, you can admire me as much your heart's desire.)
"Mai kyu dekhungi aapko? Aur mera dil koi bhi aisi-waisi cheezien nahi chahata hai," Tarini's protest was instantaneous, as she averts her eyes after being caught red-handed.
(Why will I admire you? My heart has no such desire.)
"I believe you, Mrs. Sisodia." Aviraj removes his seatbelt, and puts on his shades.
He exits the car, leaving Tarini to mutter names under her breath. Her rant to herself about his haughtiness is cut short when he opens the door for her.
Aviraj offers his hand to help her out. "Come out, I don't have all day to spend here."
Ignoring his gesture and words, Tarini steps out of the car on her own. Without reacting, Aviraj pulls his hand back and steps aside, allowing her to lead the way.
Surrounded by the guards, they climb the stairs, with her carrying a pooja ki thali (plate that holds various puja articles), and him following closely behind, playing the role of a obedient husband.
Their visit to temple was Dadi's wish, and despite their initial reluctance, they had eventually relented.
Tarini stands beside Aviraj, her hands folded and eyes closed, while Pandit ji (a hindu priest) completes the rituals.
Aviraj stares at her, taking in her peaceful expression, which only adds to her serenity.
'Give us the strength to accept whatever is written in the next chapters of our life. Please guide my heart on the right path.' Tarini prays, her words a silent plea to the universe.
Aviraj eyes flutter close, and he whispers his own silent prayer. 'Please grant her whatever she wishes for.'
They finish the rituals, taking the blessings of Pandit ji, and walk out of the temple.
