Aashiqui Aa Gayi🧡🍁🧡 ✓

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She sat in the dimly lit room, the soft glow of candles casting delicate shadows on the walls. 

Her heart pounded in her chest as she adjusted the folds of her bridal dress, the rich fabric heavy with intricate embroidery. 

Her face was hidden beneath a sheer veil, a symbol of the mystery and anticipation that filled the air. 

She could barely see through the veil, but her senses were heightened, every sound magnified, every emotion intensified.

She was waiting. 

Waiting for her husband, Shantanu Rajyavadkar, to arrive.

The thought of him made her stomach flutter with a mix of excitement, nervousness, and a touch of shyness that she hadn't felt in years. 

She had been captivated by him from the moment she saw his photo, the image forever etched in her mind. 

His sharp features, the dark eyes that seemed to pierce through the screen, and that aura of power and control—he was, in every sense, devilishly handsome.

When her brother had first mentioned his name, casually dropping it into conversation as if it were any other, She had felt a surge of curiosity. 

Shantanu Rajyavadkar, the influential businessman—her brother had called him a man of few words, someone who demanded respect simply by entering a room. 

Intrigued, she had done what anyone in her place would do—she had Googled him.

What she found had both thrilled and terrified her. 

Shantanu was not just any businessman; he was a force to be reckoned with, a man whose mere presence commanded attention. 

Every article, every interview painted a picture of a man who was cunning, sly, and shrewd, a man who viewed the world through the lens of business and strategy. 

There were no rumors of affairs, no whispers of past lovers—he was, in every sense, an enigma. 

And now, she was the first woman to step into his life, his wife.

Mrs. Garima Shantanu Rajyavadkar. 

The title still felt surreal.

She had never expected him to agree to the marriage. 

She was just an average girl, the sister of a Chief Minister, yes, but nothing extraordinary in her own right. 

Yet here she was, bound to one of the most powerful men in the country. 

The thought made her both giddy and anxious. 

She liked him—perhaps more than she was willing to admit, even to herself. 

But she had never spoken to him, never had the chance to hear his voice directed at her. 

She had tried, of course, at the functions and ceremonies, but he had always been absent, always too busy or simply too elusive.

And now, they were married. 

This was the moment she had been waiting for, the first time they would truly speak, the first time she would see him not just as a figure on a screen or in a photograph, but as the man who was now her husband.

Her mind wandered to the countless interviews she had watched, his deep, husky voice playing in her head. 

It was a voice that sent shivers down her spine, cold and commanding, a voice that demanded attention and respect.