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All I could think about him when I first saw him at Sharma Mansion during Raksha Bandhan was, "Wow, this is what butterflies feel like." Seriously, I couldn't even remember the last time I felt that way, not even when I was with my so-called boyfriend. But there he was-Yagya Khurana-standing there with that devil-may-care attitude and those mesmerizing hazel eyes that seemed to hold the universe within them.
That day, our eyes met, and I swear, my heart skipped a beat. His eyes were a kaleidoscope of brown, yellow, and a hint of green, each color swirling with intensity and passion. I could feel goosebumps erupting on my skin, and I knew right then that I was in trouble. Trouble wrapped in a handsome package, and oh, how I loved a good challenge!
From that moment on, my mission was clear: I had to have him all to myself. But there was a catch-he had a girlfriend. Ugh, what a bummer! She was the kind of girl I could only describe as a total nightmare; let's just say she was not winning any awards for being a decent human being. I was disheartened, thinking I'd never have my chance with Yagya. But then, karma took the wheel.
Turns out, she was nothing but a two-timer, spreading her legs for his rival. The moment I got wind of that news, I knew I hit the jackpot. All I had to do was send him proof of her indiscretions-a lewd video that made my skin crawl. "Ughhh, how disgusting!" I thought, still haunted by her fake moans echoing in my mind. But hey, it worked! After that day, I never saw her again. Who cares what happened to her? She was out of the picture, and I was ready to take my place.
As I glanced at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but think about how I looked in my heavy lehenga and the jewelry I absolutely detested. Seriously, who enjoys wearing heavy attire? But today was special-it was my wedding day. And who was I marrying? Mr. Stranger. Nah, scratch that-my devil, Yagya Khurana.
He was a sin, and I was more than willing to indulge in that sin for him. Sure, he was thirteen years older than me, but who cares? Age is just a number when you're head over heels for someone. "Yagya Khurana," I whispered to myself, savoring the name. He was my sin, a handsome sin who I was determined to wrap around my little finger.
My family thought this marriage was a convenient arrangement, but they had no idea. They believed they were making a deal, a simple exchange of promises and commitments. Little did they know that their little girl was about to trap herself with her devil. Thanks to my so-called brother's foolishness, I was finally going to be with the love of my life.
Kabir, my ex-boyfriend, was nothing but a joke. He tried to intimidate me with fake pictures of us together-pictures that didn't even exist! Why would I waste my time with him when I had been waiting for Yagya for years? And the girl who clung to him like a leech? Well, she had bid farewell to his life, and I couldn't have been happier.
Poor yagya thought he was caging me, but who was going to tell him that his butterfly was willingly flying into the arms of her devil? He had no clue who he was messing with. I was about to mess with his brain, his heart, and his entire life-all with my love for Yagya.
