☆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...
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Vyaan ;
As we pull up to the house, the headlights wash over the familiar front gate. My eyes dart to Driti, who's fast asleep beside me. The three-hour drive from the resort in Viratpur wasn't easy, and though I should feel exhausted, all I can focus on is her.
Her lehenga is heavy, and I know it's been irritating her all day. I remember how she fidgeted with it during the ceremony, trying to find comfort in its weight. Now, though, she looks peaceful-soft curls framing her face, her breathing steady.
The guard opens the gate, and I ease the car in slowly. As we roll to a stop, I glance at the entrance where everyone is waiting. I spot Ishaan, her cousin, standing near the doorway, his eyes searching the car for any sign of us.
I kill the engine and take a deep breath. "Mrs.Mehra" I whisper, gently shaking her shoulder. "Wake up, we're home."
She stirs slightly but doesn't wake. A small smile tugs at my lips-of course, she wouldn't wake up just like that.
Not wanting to disturb her anymore, I unbuckle her seatbelt and carefully lift her in my arms, cradling her in a bridal style. The weight of her lehenga feels like nothing compared to the way she snuggles closer to my chest, instinctively finding warmth.
I carry her towards the house, where everyone waits in silence, the night air filled with an anticipation that somehow feels both calming and overwhelming.
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As I near the doorway, Maa and Auntie approach us with an aarti thali in their hand, their faces lit with soft smiles. The gentle flicker of the diya reflects in their eyes as they stand ready to welcome us into the home as husband and wife.
"Ayyoo, she fell asleep?" Maa asks, her voice laced with affection and amusement as she looks at Driti, her head nestled against my chest.
I simply hum in response, not trusting myself to say more. I've never been much of a talker, and tonight isn't any different, despite the swirl of emotions running through me. I nod once, acknowledging her, but don't offer anything more.
Maa studies me for a second, then grins knowingly. "Just do whatever you want to do, Maa," I tell her quietly, my tone soft but firm. I know she wants to perform the rituals properly, but right now, I just want to take Driti upstairs, let her rest.
"I'll take her to the room," I add, my voice almost a murmur, but they hear me clearly. Auntie chuckles, stepping aside to let us pass, and Maa gives me a quick nod, her approval unspoken but understood.
I carry Driti up the stairs, feeling the weight of the day-our wedding, the ceremonies, the expectations-slowly start to lift as I focus on one thing: her comfort.
