☆Clash of Souls: Reunited Book one of Twisted Souls series ☆( part-1)
This book is divided into two parts
And this one is part -1
𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐓 × 𝐕𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀
What if childhood friends, now bitter rivals, are forced into an arranged...
Hey guys, here's the 2nd chapter of Clash of Soul: Twisted Souls
I apologize if this chapter feels a bit slow, but I wanted to include every detail about the marriage-there were just some parts I couldn't skip.
Towards the end of the chapter, you'll get a sneak peek at Vyaan and Driti's conversation. I promise, things will pick up after Chapter 4, so bear with me until then!
Thank you for your patience, and keep reading-there's another update waiting for you at the end of the chapter!
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Play ▶️: Tere Bina by A.R Rehman Mangalayam by A.R Rehman
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Driti:
His presence is imposing, and his eyes-when they finally meet mine-are as unreadable as ever.
The grand hall around us seems to blur, the vibrant colors and bustling guests fading into a distant backdrop. My focus is drawn solely to the figure at the center of it all. As we approach, the sight of Vyaan sitting there becomes clearer, and my heart quickens, a tumult of emotions swirling within me.
Vyaan is dressed in traditional attire, looking every bit the part of the groom. His expression is a mix of anticipation and something else-something that I can't quite place. His eyes meet mine as I draw closer, and for a moment, the world narrows down to just the two of us.
His dark brown eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat. It's as if he's seeing me in a new light for the very first time, his gaze filled with an almost palpable sense of wonder. The way he looks at me is like I'm something divine, something he's been waiting to worship.
There's a moment of stillness between us, where the world seems to hold its breath. Vyaan's eyes travel from the intricate details of my bridal attire to my face, taking in every nuance with a depth that feels both unfamiliar and revealing. It's clear he's been wrestling with his own emotions, but now, in this charged moment, there's a raw honesty in his gaze.
He's as striking as ever, but there's a guarded look in his eyes, a hardness that wasn't there before. It's a stark reminder of how much has changed, of the distance that has grown between us over the years.
The wedding hall is adorned in deep brown and gold-my favorite colors, which I once mentioned to him back in boarding school. I wonder if he still remembers. Vyaan's gaze lingers on my bridal outfit with an awe that seems both new and intense. His reaction starkly contrasts with his usual distant demeanor, as though he's seeing me for the first time and is astonished by my beauty. This unexpected shift in him, so out of character, heightens the moment's significance, making it feel as if he's been taken aback by his own emotions.
His eyes sweep over my bridal attire with a hunger that borders on possessive, as if he's finally allowing himself to acknowledge the depth of his feelings.
