In the shadows of wealth and power, the Raghuvanshi family harbors secrets that could shatter their seemingly perfect world.
As the grand haldi ceremony approaches, the Raghuvanshi mansion is abuzz with preparations. But beneath the surface of tradi...
Agastya entered his room with a heavy sigh, the weight of the day pressing down on his shoulders. As he stepped inside, his eyes automatically searched for his baby Divya, the little golden ray of sunshine that always brightened his world. But today, the room felt emptier than usual, the silence echoing in the corners like a forgotten song.
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(Agastyas Look)
Just then, as if sensing his loneliness, Isha emerged from the closet, her figure illuminated by the soft golden light filtering through the curtains. She wore a stunning yellow saree, delicate flower embroidery dancing across the fabric, and a pink blouse that hugged her figure perfectly. The simplicity of her beauty took Agastya's breath away, dispelling the fatigue of his day in an instant.
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(Ishas Look)
"Wow," he breathed, unable to hide the admiration in his voice. The sight of her made his heart race and his thoughts scatter like fallen leaves. Isha turned towards him, a shy smile spreading across her lips, and in that moment, it felt as though the world outside ceased to exist.
"You like it?" she asked softly, twirling around playfully, the saree flowing around her like sunshine spilling across the room.
"You look absolutely stunning," Agastya replied, stepping closer. Each step felt like an unspoken promise, a pull he couldn't resist. "I've never seen anyone wear a saree quite like you do."
Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, and that blush made Agastya's heart soar. Isha tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper—a hint of vulnerability.
"Thank you! I wanted to surprise you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. There was something captivating about her, a magnetic pull that drew Agastya in despite the distance that had often lingered between them.
Agastya reached out, brushing his fingers against the soft fabric of her saree. "You've definitely succeeded. You're breathtaking." His voice dropped lower, laced with an intensity that made Isha's breath hitch ever so slightly.
