BOOK ONE OF THE SUGAR AND SWEET SERIES
Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐚
इशक के नाम पे करते,सभी अब रासलीला हैं, मैं करूँ तो साला, करैक्टर ढीला है
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11:12 Pm, 12th March, Ganesh Temple, Delhi
"Vanya, kitni late kardi beta."
Mumma clicks her tongue, shaking her head at me in disapproval as she pulls me into the temple. I sigh, letting her pull me through the crowd of people, my mind way too haywire to mind her antics.
The day of my wedding is nearing and as seconds pass, I find myself wondering whether I am ready for it. Albeit a lie, I am giving my big first to Mahir. Even for the mere period of twelve months, Mahir Oberoi would be my husband.
As distasteful as it felt on my tongue, my eyes can't help but search for the guy in the crowd. Did he come? Or is he leaving me alone to deal with things like he had been doing since the past week?
Ever since the day at the mall, Mahir has been avoiding me. For what reason? Even I didn't know. At first, I thought, it was a fight with Nayan but two days ago when I saw the latter skipping out of his office with a wide grin, even that doubt disappeared.
Entering further into the temple, I find Moksh standing by his family, his gaze fixed on the Prasad platter. Nayan stands beside him, frowning at Kavya who stands opposite him, protectively hugging Dravya. Kaya Ma'am stands behind them, looking as if she'd be anywhere but here.
"Quick. Go and stand beside Mahir," Sonakshi Aunty says, gesturing me to go and stand beside Mahir who stands close to the idol's sculpture.
I rush over to his side, and the priest acknowledges me with a nod, not breaking his chants. Joining my hands in front of me, I follow whatever the priest and the elders tell me to do for the next few minutes. By the end of it, Mahir and I stand alone, our hands joined as we pray for our sham to succeed.
Behind me, I hear everyone exchanging congratulatory words, and wince when I feel how big their smiles might be. And as I turn my head to glance at them, I find them doing exactly that. My eyes shift to Mahir who stands beside me, dressed in another grey suit as usual, his eyes closed and brows furrowed.
It's either he only has grey in his wardrobe or he's colour-blind, I think, shaking my head at the sight of his slate grey tie. His eyes snap open and my cheeks flush at being caught red-handed.
"Itne dhyaan se kya maang rahe ho?" I blurt, trying to shake off the embarrassment.
