His sukoon : His junoon

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Isha stood at the grand staircase, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and anxiety as she watched the decorations being put up around her. The grandeur of it all made her heart race. She couldn't help but feel out of place—like an imposter in her own life. Her family was supposed to organize this event, but she had no one except a mother who only cared about money.

Biting her lip, she nervously approached Ishaan, who was busy overseeing the arrangements. He was meticulously going through some papers and directing the workers with a calm authority.

"Ishaan," she called softly.

He dismissed a worker with a polite nod before turning to her, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

She pulled him aside, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. Leaning towards him, she whispered, "All these arrangements... who is paying for this?"

Ishaan paused, understanding her concern immediately. A gentle smile tugged at his lips. "Don't worry, buddhu. You have an elder brother now—because you've got none and your mothers a bitc—" He abruptly stopped, noticing her mother entering the hall, adorned in an expensive saree and gold necklace. His eyes narrowed in disgust, but he refrained from finishing his sentence.

Isha closed her eyes, feeling a wave of shame wash over her. She turned back to Ishaan, her voice trembling. "I don't know if you have enough money. I agreed to the marriage, but I never thought about all this..."

Ishaan interrupted her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. Everything is already planned. And don't forget, you have a hot fiancé—and he's rich too."

A blush crept up Isha's cheeks at the mention of Rudransh. "You shouldn't talk about someone like that," she scolded lightly, hitting his hand.

"Bro, that's a compliment!" he retorted in a duh tone, but before she could protest further, he quickly called out to a worker, pretending to be needed elsewhere. "I'm coming, don't worry!" he yelled, leaving her hanging as if she never existed. The worker had a confused face and he scratched his head and nodded when Ishaan dragged him away.

Isha stood there, feeling even more confused and alone. She was lost in her thoughts when a group of girls, led by Jahnvi, came up to her.

"Bhabhi sa, why are you standing here? Let's go! Your dress is here, and you have to try it on," they chirped, dragging her away before she could say anything.

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Rudransh  had gone to his office to finalize all his meetings so he could be free for the upcoming days. His mind, however, wasn't entirely on work. Every few minutes, his thoughts drifted back to Isha. He missed her presence, the softness of her voice, and the way she looked at him with those innocent eyes. He was obsessed, and he knew it. The thought of being away from her even for a few hours made his chest tighten with unease.

"Get it together, Rudransh," he muttered to himself, shaking his head as he tried to focus on the stack of papers in front of him. He needed to finish this work so he could spend the rest of the week with Isha without any distractions.

But as much as he tried to concentrate, his thoughts kept circling back to her. He couldn't wait for the engagement. The mere idea of her becoming his officially made his heart race with anticipation. He looked at his watch, counting down the minutes until he could go home and see her.

Time Skip: The Engagement Ceremony

Isha sat in her room, getting ready with a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through her veins. The weight of the moment pressed down on her as she realized she was about to enter into a lifelong relationship. She reflected on how much had changed since she came to Mumbai—how everything had spiraled out of control, all because of her mother, who had dragged her into this mess.