Rain Of Love : A Downpour of Romance (On Hold)

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AUTHOR'S POV

As Arhaan was about to enter the room, Mishti’s grandfather suddenly raised his voice, his tone firm and filled with authority. “Arhaan, you can’t come in here. I don’t accept you as my granddaughter’s husband.”

The room fell silent, the unexpected declaration hanging heavy in the air. Mishti’s face flushed with a mix of shock and embarrassment, her heart pounding as she struggled to process her grandfather's words.

“Dadu,” Mishti began, her voice trembling, “please, this isn’t the time—”

Her grandfather interrupted, his voice resolute. “No, Mishti. I need to speak my mind. If Arhaan is to be part of your life, he must leave now. I won’t accept him in my home, and you must choose between him and your family.”

Mishti was shocked by her dadu's statement. She felt a surge of irritation and, unable to handle the tension, she turned and left the room, leaving Arhaan standing there.

Her dadu called out, “Hey, you 6ft tall man, leave from here. I am sick.”

Arhaan replied, “Yes, I can see how you are sick—an attention seeker.”

“Yes, I am an attention seeker. I’m seeking the attention of my granddaughter. What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” Arhaan said, rolling his eyes. He grabbed a chair and sat down.

“You can’t sit there,” Dadu said sternly.

“Why? Do you welcome your guests like this?”

“You are not a guest, you are a trespasser.”

“But for your kind information, sir, your granddaughter is in love with this trespasser,” Arhaan said, smirking.

“She fell in love because you did some black magic.”

“What? Are you saying, Dadu? I don’t need to do any black magic. Girls fall for me and get hypnotized by my looks.”

Her dadu replied, “Of course, if I were a girl, I would have rejected you. I wouldn’t be impressed.”

“And I wouldn’t try to impress you,” Arhaan retorted.

Dadu’s eyes narrowed. “You think you’re some kind of Casanova, don’t you?”

Arhaan shrugged, a playful grin on his face. “I wouldn’t say that, but I don’t see anyone else complaining.”

Dadu huffed. “Arrogance doesn’t suit you, young man. And don’t think that smirk will get you anywhere with me.”

Arhaan leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I’m not here to impress you, Dadu. I’m here because I love Mishti.”

“And what makes you think you’re good enough for her?” Dadu challenged.

Arhaan raised an eyebrow. “I could ask the same about you. You’re the one playing mind games with your granddaughter.”

Dadu bristled. “Mind games? I’m trying to protect her from making a mistake.”

“By making her choose between us? That’s not protection, that’s manipulation,” Arhaan shot back.

Dadu glared at him. “Watch your mouth, young man. You’re on thin ice as it is.”

Arhaan held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. Let’s keep it civil. I get it, you’re worried about Mishti. But can’t you see how much she loves me?”

Dadu crossed his arms, his face softening just a fraction. “Love isn’t enough. It takes more than that to build a life together.”

Arhaan nodded. “I know. And I’m ready to put in the work. I’m not going anywhere, Dadu. Whether you like it or not, I’m here to stay.”