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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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The evening was crisp as I walked back home after my piano practice, the cool air brushing against my skin, reminding me that autumn was just around the corner. The familiar scent of damp earth and the fading sunlight bathed everything in a soft, golden hue. I welcomed it, my fingers still tingling from the intensity of my session.
As I stepped into the warmth of my house, I was greeted by the comforting sounds of home. My mother was humming a tune in the kitchen, the clatter of pots and pans indicating she was in the middle of preparing dinner. The smell of something delicious wafted through the air, making my stomach grumble in anticipation.
“Hi, Mom,” I called out, dropping my bag near the entrance.
“Aadhya, sweetheart, how was practice?” my mother’s voice floated from the kitchen, filled with the usual warmth.
“It was good, intense as always,” I replied, making my way to the kitchen, where my father was seated at the dining table, engrossed in his newspaper. “Hey, Dad.”
He looked up from his paper, giving me a warm smile. “Hey, kiddo. Anything exciting today?”
I shook my head, leaning against the counter as I watched my mom stir a pot of what smelled like her famous butter chicken. “Not really. Just the usual. I think I’ve finally nailed that piece for the concert, though.”
“That’s my girl,” Dad said proudly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’ll blow them all away, I’m sure of it.”
I smiled, the weight of his expectations sitting heavy on my shoulders, but I tried not to show it. “Thanks, Dad.”
After a few more pleasantries, I excused myself and headed upstairs to my room. The familiar space was a sanctuary, filled with the things that brought me comfort—my piano in the corner, shelves overflowing with books, and my bed with its plush blankets and pillows.
I flopped onto my bed, letting out a sigh as I stared up at the ceiling. The day had been long, and my fingers ached from hours of playing. But there was something else that gnawed at me, a restlessness I couldn’t quite shake off.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I reached for it, smiling as I saw the video call notification. It was from Sanvi, our soon-to-be bride, and our little group chat was already buzzing with excitement. I quickly connected the call, and within seconds, the screen was filled with the familiar faces of my best friends—Sanvi, Aashna, and Ishana.
“There she is! The star pianist herself!” Ishana cheered, her bright smile lighting up the screen.
“Hey, guys!” I greeted, feeling the tension in my chest ease as their laughter filled the room.
