Unveiled promises

.07.

×Handling him isn't that difficult×

|RUHI|

The Deshmukh's

Standing in front of the mansion, I felt as though I had been transported into a different realm. The sheer scale and opulence of the house dwarfed me, making me feel like a mere speck in comparison. Even though I had seen grand homes before, and my own residence was sizable, this mansion was something beyond my wildest imaginings.

The grandeur extended to every detail: they even had a separate car designed specifically to transport guests from the main gate to the entrance of the house, underscoring a level of luxury that seemed almost surreal.

This, I realized, was what he was so proud of. The thought only made me more impatient as we stood waiting in front of the gate. Everyone was already inside, so I couldn't understand the delay in opening the door.

"It's been ten minutes we're standing here, damn it!" Aarav's frustration was palpable as he shouted into his phone, clearly irritated by the hold-up.

The discomfort I felt was exacerbated by my six-inch heels, the heavy dress, and the veil that seemed to weigh me down further. The jewelry I wore added to the burden, each piece contributing to the oppressive feeling I had.

"Ruhi beta, you can sit inside the car for a while if you'd like," Aarav's mother suggested with a kind tone. I shook my head firmly, unable to make eye contact. "I am fine," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as I tried to mask my discomfort.

Finally, the door creaked open, and I was greeted by a dazzling sight. The house was a spectacle of opulence, adorned with an array of lights and vibrant flowers that created an enchanting atmosphere.

As we stepped in, some of his cousins came forward, showering us with petals and welcoming us with warm, albeit somewhat perfunctory, greetings.

Despite the friendly reception, my irritation persisted. I had little desire to forge connections or engage with anyone here.

The effort to maintain a gracious smile felt like a herculean task. After enduring the rituals, which felt interminable, I was finally escorted to the room that would be mine, his room, marking the end of what had been an exhausting and overwhelming beginning.

Entering his room was like stepping into a world of opulence and refinement. The space was expansive, with high ceilings and large windows that allowed natural light to flood the room, highlighting its elegant features.

The walls were adorned with rich, dark wood paneling and intricate moldings, giving the room a stately and classic feel. The floors were covered with plush, soft carpets that muffled footsteps and added a layer of comfort underfoot.

In the center of the room stood a grand, king-sized bed, draped with luxurious linens and an array of decorative pillows. The headboard was an elaborate piece of craftsmanship, carved from dark mahogany and upholstered in sumptuous fabric.

To one side, a seating area featured an assortment of plush armchairs and a sleek, polished coffee table. Nearby, a sophisticated writing desk with an elegant lamp and a comfortable chair offered a space for quiet reflection or work.

The room also boasted a spacious walk-in closet, complete with custom cabinetry and ample storage for clothing and accessories. Adjacent to the closet was a lavish en-suite bathroom, outfitted with marble countertops, a deep soaking tub, and a separate glass-enclosed shower. The fixtures were of the highest quality, and the room was stocked with plush towels and premium toiletries.

Overall, the room exuded a sense of grandeur and comfort, reflecting both wealth and an appreciation for fine living.

The room was heavy with tension as I struggled to remove the elaborate jewelry that adorned me. Each piece, though stunning, felt like an additional weight dragging me down. The intricate clasps and layers of the dress were a relentless reminder of the evening's forced grandeur and discomfort.