The Sisodias' life is a masterpiece of perfection, crafted for the world to admire. They have it all: empire, wealth, status and reputation that shines brighter than gold. Every smile, every gesture, every word is a calculated performance.
But as t...
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"Tarini, we have arrived."
She 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 intent gaze settling on him. The creator had indeed taken some extra time and effort to craft this man—her husband.
"Let's go. Jinhe dekhne aaye hai, pehle unhe dekh lete hai. Phir baad mein mujhe dekh lena." He says with a smirk, and she instantly averts her eyes, protesting, "I wasn't admiring you."
(First, we will go and pray, and then you can admire me later.)
"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 is cut short as he opens the door for her, offering 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. This 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. While descending the stairs, Tarini's attention is caught by a row of shops across the road. She darts towards the first shop, abandoning Aviraj, as she's drawn to her first love—bangles.
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"Kaisi chudiyan chahiye aapko, didi?" the teenage boy asks, arranging the bangles on the stall. Tarini's fingers dances across the colorful bangles, creating a melodic sound that brings a smile to her face.
(What type of bangles do you want?)
"Yeh, aur woh wali bhi dikhao," she says, pointing to the shimmery sky blue bangles on the top shelf. The boy nods and leaves to call his elder brother. In the meantime, leaving her to explore the stall.
