The Sisodias' life is a masterpiece of perfection, crafted for the world to admire. They have it all: empire, wealth, status and reputation that shines brighter than gold. Every smile, every gesture, every word is a calculated performance.
But as t...
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Aviraj stands in his room, his eyes fixed on the door, anticipating Tarini's arrival. Shortly, she emerges, draped in a stunning pink saree, taking his breath away. The intricate stone work adorning the edges and blouse shimmers, giving her an ethereal glow, complimenting her radiant beauty. Her only adornment around her neck was her nuptial chain, drawing attention to her understated simplicity.
Her dark, wasit-length hair cascades down one shoulder as she struggles to secure her golden earring on the opposite side. Their gaze meet, and he feels his chest tighten. She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, noticing his intense stare and her eyes drifts back to him.
Aviraj stands tall, dashing in his tailored dark green tuxedo, making her heart skip a beat. The perfectly fitted attire hugs his frame perfectly, highlighting the lines of his physique. His neatly styled hair compliments his polished look, while the open top two buttons of his crisp white shirt adds a hint of casual charm.
"You look breathtaking." Her cheeks flush instantly hearing the compliment which automatically slips out of his mouth.
"Thank you." She replies softly, and adds, "You look...handsome." He pass her a small smile hinting at appreciation.
"Need any help?" He asks, walking towards her. She hesitates for a moment to ask his help, then changing her mind, she says, "This earring is being a trouble. I will go and wear another one."
As she turns back to leave, Aviraj stops her holding her wrist, and stands behind her. "Let me help you."
He holds the earring and carefully slides it in her ear. His fingers make contact with her skin in the process, sending unwanted butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
"It's done. Shall we leave?" He asks, rechecking the lock and she nods her head in response, ignoring her racing heartbeats.
"You didn't tell me where we are going." She says, her curiosity piques in.
"You will see when we get there." He replies, his tone low and playful. Her expression change to serious, and it doesn't go unnoticed by him.
"You know, this is the first time we heading for a dinner like this." She shares, a jab masked beneath her firm tone. He understands the meaning behind her words. They did went out earlier also, but it would be only official or business related occasions.
"Well, there's a always a right time for firsts." He states, attempting to erase the tension that was lingering with each passing moment. He says, "You can even call it a date, Mrs. Sisodia." His teasing tone and mischievous stare change the tone of conversation and she knit her brows at his remark.
"The end result will decide that, Mr. Sisodia." She resists the smile which was threatening to make way to her face.
"Let's leave." She tells, and they walk out together, with the evening's promise to change something between them.
