𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐀 : 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓

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Vanya's POV:
As I entered my room, my eyes landed on my husband, Rv, standing with a frame in his hand, and my heart skipped a beat. Our eyes met, and I felt a rush of emotions. I walked towards him, my feet carrying me closer to the man who had become my everything. "Rv ji," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, as I took the frame from his hands.

" Aap ismein kya dekh rahe hai main ismein achi bhi nhi lag rhi," I said.

He looked at me with a curious expression, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Who said you don't look good in this photo?" he asked, his voice firm but gentle, as if trying to coax the truth out of me. I hesitated, not wanting to reveal the painful memories of my past, but his encouraging gaze made me open up.

"Actually...," I began, my voice trembling slightly.

"On Teacher's Day, my whole class was making fun of me, including some of my friends. Except Roohi, she wasn't there at the time because she came late that day." I gazed down, feeling a hint of embarrassment wash over me.

Rajveer's expression turned curious, his eyes locked on mine. "Then what happened?" he asked, his voice soft, as if trying to soothe my frayed nerves. I took a deep breath, the memories flooding back.

"My lipstick didn't match my outfit that day. I know I chose my lipsticks carefully, but it just didn't work out." I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I remembered the laughter, the snickers, and the cruel words.

( A/N : Same drama mere sath hua tha so Maine lipstick hi remove kardi thi 🥸👍)

Rv's grip on my chin was gentle but firm as he made me look up at him. "Their taste wasn't as good as mine. That's why they made fun of you. If they had my taste, they would worship you like a goddess," he said, his words pouring out from his heart, filling me with a sense of love and belonging.

I parted my lips, taken aback by his sweet words. My eyes welled up with tears as I felt a surge of emotions. No one had ever made me feel so loved, so cherished. I felt like I was home, like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

As I stood there, trying to avoid eye contact, I muttered, "Rv ji, I'm not that special."

But Rv ji just chuckled and said, "Chalo tum samjhdaar bhi ho rhi ho" (Oh, you're becoming wise too). His words sent a flutter through my chest, and I couldn't help but look up at him. Our eyes met, and I felt like I was drowning in the depths of his gaze.

"Haww Rajveer Ji," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. But Rv ji just pulled me closer by my waist, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

I felt a rush of emotions as he whispered, "Hey, say it again." His breath tickled my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I whispered, "Rajveer ji," my heart raced with excitement.

But then I remembered where we were and tried to push him away, "Rv ji, koi dekh lega" (Someone might see us). He let me go, but not before giving me a sly smile that left me breathless.

As we stood there, Rv ji asked, "Who's this guy?" his hands in his pockets, looking casual yet incredibly hot.

I felt my cheeks burn as I tried to explain, "He was just a friend." But Rv ji's expression turned serious, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Did he know you're married now?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of jealousy. I shook my head, feeling a bit strange. Rv ji never asked me questions like this. He always asked about my feelings and my health, but never about my past.