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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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As I descended the grand staircase, the delicate powder blue lehenga whispered against the steps, the silver embroidery shimmering like starlight under the chandeliers. My heart raced, every beat synced with my steps as I found myself drawn irresistibly to one person—Vansh.
He stood tall at the base of the stairs, his blue sherwani complementing mine perfectly. His presence commanded attention, and when our eyes met, it felt like the world had fallen away, leaving only the two of us in this charged, electric moment.
With every step, the weight of expectations pressed down on me. This engagement was everything my parents had dreamed of, every detail meticulously planned. Yet, beneath the surface of their joy, a nagging uncertainty gnawed at me. Was this what I truly wanted, or was I merely caught up in the tide of tradition?
But despite the swirling doubts, I couldn’t deny the pull I felt toward Vansh. His calm, commanding presence both unnerved and intrigued me, drawing me in closer with every step. That tension between us, a spark that had flickered since the moment we met, now flared into a full-blown flame.
When I finally reached him, standing just a breath away, his gaze never left mine. The air between us crackled with unspoken words, and for a moment, it felt like the entire room had faded away.
"Ready to be officially mine, Miss Lawyer?" Vansh’s voice was low, teasing, a smirk curling his lips as he broke the silence.
I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my cool despite the fluttering in my chest. "Always so eager, aren’t you, Mr. Agarwal?" I shot back, my tone light even as my heart pounded in my ears.
The ceremony began shortly after, a blur of rituals and traditions, my parents’ beaming faces floating in the background. But through it all, my attention kept slipping back to Vansh. There was something different in his eyes tonight, a softness that made my breath catch.
When it came time to exchange the rings, my pulse quickened. Vansh’s hand was steady as he slid the ring onto my finger, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw it. This wasn’t the ring his mother had chosen; it was the one I’d lingered over at the jewelry store, the one I hadn’t dared to ask for.
My throat tightened with emotion as I realized what he’d done. He’d noticed. He’d actually noticed. The thought sent a wave of warmth through me, softening the edges of my uncertainty.
"You like it?" he murmured, his voice just for me, his thumb brushing gently over the back of my hand.
I nodded, swallowing hard. "It’s perfect," I whispered, my voice unsteady. "I didn’t think you’d—"
