Chandrali: The lost destiny

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Hey everyone who has been with me on the journey of Chandrali must know our princess Aadhya, go read the story now and tell me about it. I am looking forward to you all's support here. 🥹

Yayyyy, a new book. I was not really planning on writing Aadhya's book but here we are. Please show your lovely support. I am looking forward to it. I am planning on making it till 40 chapters but if the response is good then I might increase the count.

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This is chapter -1

I was married to him finally. I had dreamt of it since I saw him, I loved him.

I was fidgeting my henna-inked fingers together due to uneasiness, my heart pounding fast due to all the upheaval of emotions I felt. A small smile made its way to my lips when I recalled how I glanced at him when he spread vermillion to my hair partition. He looked handsome as always.

"Hum, Aaravendra Suryawat aapko vachann dete hai ki Inka dhyaan rakhege"

"I will take care of her" he told my mother when we went to take her blessings, I was so cheerful. I know he loves me too. Nothing else could explain why he said so, when I arrived in Suryawat, he lifted me up bridal style and I was so shy I could hardly look at him.

My whole face was covered with crimson under the veil when he held my hand to make me enter the palace, he was so affectionate.

I never knew I would get a husband like him, I am lucky enough and today right at this moment he will make me his, he will love me and I will gladly let him.

I have only wanted him from Krishna, only him. And my deity gifted me him, my devotion was not unanswered and I knew this was a miracle of my past good deeds. He has a calm expression on his face every time but I wonder how he will look at me when we are alone.

My pretty red lehenga was shining as bright as my eyes when he glanced at me on our engagement day. His hold was so gentle over my hands when he made me wear the bangles as a ritual. I could still feel his rough finger pads over my soft flesh, his hand was big and mine were so small compared to his. The veins in his hand were visible as his kurta sleeves were folded, it gave me butterflies.

It had been a while since my mother-in-law made me sit here telling me he would come a while later, maybe he is caught up in some work but I know he will definitely come to see me. I was looking pretty, I was dressed for him, everything was for him.

A soft giggle escaped my lips when I remembered how he was holding my shoulder while I was dipping my legs in the Alta, he was worried I might fall due to the heaviness of the lehenga.