Veer Rajvansh x Dhriti Sharma
Veer Rajvansh, a 29-year-old businessman known for his cold demeanor and intimidating presence, has a reputation as a womanizer.
Despite his handsome looks and charming smile reserved for select individuals, he remain...
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I was fuming. The frustration in my chest was almost unbearable.
She had done it on purpose, that much I knew. Kiara had ruined my mehendi with the exact precision that only someone doing it intentionally could muster.
I was seething, trying to keep my composure when I saw Saanvi approaching, but Ira wasn’t with her.
My heart dropped for a second.
Saanvi smiled, a little mischievously, and said, "Bhabhi, mehendi dikhana."
I reluctantly showed her the smeared pattern on my hand.
She tilted her head and asked, "Bhabhi, ye kaise hua?"
"That bitch did it intentionally," I snapped, unable to hold back the anger in my voice.
Saanvi’s face hardened, and she clenched her fists.
"Wait, bhabhi. Let me teach her a good lesson," she said, already turning on her heels.
I grabbed her arm, forcing a bitter smile.
"I’ll handle her." My voice was firmer than I expected, as if I had somehow found control in the chaos.
Ira. I suddenly remembered Ira.
I couldn’t see her anywhere, and my heart pounded again.
“Where’s Ira?” I asked, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.
Saanvi smiled, her eyes softening. "Ira’s with mom."
Relief washed over me.
I nodded. But I couldn’t stop looking at my hand—the name that had meant so much, now smudged and unclear.
It was Veer’s name, the first time I had written it in mehendi, and it was ruined.
I picked up a henna cone, determined to fix the mess.
Saanvi excused herself, stepping away to take a call. Alone, I stared at the smudge and tried to correct it, but I was struggling.
My right hand was useless; I couldn’t do it with my left.
My eyes were beginning to blur with unshed tears, emotions swirling in me like a storm.
It wasn’t just the mehendi—it was everything. The significance, the emotions tied to that name.
And then, suddenly, I felt a warm arm around my waist, pulling me close.
I looked up, startled, and there he was—Veer, sitting beside me. His face softened when he saw my tear-filled eyes, his brow furrowing in concern.
