This is a multi couple book
Vansh x Sanvi
Vansh Agarwal doesn't believe in love-only control. When Sanvi Sharma is thrust into his life, their engagement becomes a battlefield. She's everything he didn't want: independent, resilient, and utterly u...
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The crimson dress lay across my bed, its gold embroidery catching the light in a way that made it shimmer. It was beautiful-undeniably so-but to me, it felt like a weight, a symbol of everything I wasn't ready for. My fingers traced the delicate patterns as a storm of emotions brewed within me.
How did it come to this? Just a few weeks ago, I was immersed in my studies, focused on my career, with marriage as a distant thought. It was supposed to be something that happened eventually, but not now-not like this.
But the pressure from my family had been relentless. Their hopes and expectations piled onto my shoulders until I could no longer stand against it. I've always been the dutiful daughter, the one who did what was expected of her. And now, that duty was pushing me into an engagement with Vansh Agarwal-a man I barely knew, a man who felt more like a stranger than a partner.
I sighed, my hand dropping from the dress as I sank onto the edge of the bed. The reality of it all was sinking in, heavy like a ton of bricks. I could still hear my mother's excited voice, see my father's pride when I finally agreed to the engagement. They were so happy, so certain that this was the right thing for me.
But was it? I didn't know. And that uncertainty gnawed at me, making it hard to breathe.
I knew what was expected of me. I was supposed to smile, to go along with the plans, to be the perfect bride-to-be. But inside, I was a mess of conflicting emotions. How could I commit to a lifetime with a man I didn't love? A man who, as far as I could tell, felt just as reluctant as I did?
The thought of Vansh brought a new wave of confusion. He was... complicated. On the surface, he was everything one could ask for-successful, handsome, intelligent. But there was a coldness to him, a distance that made it hard to connect. Our interactions had been formal, polite, but there was an underlying tension neither of us seemed willing to address.
And then there was the way he looked at me sometimes, like he was searching for something, trying to figure me out. It made me uneasy, like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve. But I wasn't sure I wanted to be solved. I wasn't sure I wanted to let him in.
The sound of a car horn outside broke me from my thoughts, and I realized with a start that it was time to go. Vansh had texted earlier, saying he would pick me up for our engagement shopping. It was supposed to be a bonding experience, something to help us get to know each other better. But the thought of spending the afternoon alone with him only added to my anxiety.
Taking a deep breath, I stood and forced myself to move. I grabbed my purse, gave one last glance at the dress, and headed downstairs. My parents were in the living room, chatting animatedly about the upcoming engagement. They looked up as I entered, their faces lighting up with smiles.
