Ishq Ki Dastaan

𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐧𝐝𝐢 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐧𝐚

Siddharth's POV

Everything was going fine until my younger brother called me to reveal the plan our parents had been making.

being the eldest son with many responsibilities, yet they're giving me another responsibility by marrying someone I don't even know.

They asked if I had someone in my life; I don't have anyone, nor have I tried. And if the idea of marrying a stranger wasn't enough to ruin my mood, they fixed a meeting with her and her family.

Wow, Siddharth, how lucky you are to have a family like them.

Just like I always do, I'll make some excuse to avoid it because I don't want to handle a woman I don't know.

My phone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. I saw the caller ID and answered, "Sir?" On the other end was Rajat, my secretary. "Yeah?" I replied, rubbing my forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

"The case you're taking when you go back to Delhi next week," Rajat said, and I grunted. "They don't want to pursue the case against the criminal anymore."

Typical. Just what I needed. "Why not?" I asked, my voice calm but laced with annoyance. "I don't know, sir. They just said they don't want to pursue it," Rajat replied with a sigh I could understand. In these kinds of matters, the criminal usually threatens or pays off the victim to drop the case.

"Okay," I said, hanging up the call. Just wow, it seems like the whole world is trying to get me mad. I was so frustrated and angry as I walked back to the function.

But I bumped into her, again.

I grasped her wrist, preventing her from falling, her hands were on my chest, her henna-adorned hands which had successfully ruined my kurta. Thanks to her, I couldn't bear the anger inside me anymore, and I yelled harshly at her.

"Can't you just stay away from me and my way?!" I said, my breath heavy, taking out my frustration on her.

Damn the hurt in her eyes. I shouldn't have taken my frustration out on her; it wasn't her fault. But again, this is why I struggle with women. 'Should I apologize?' I thought but My pride held me back from apologizing just like always. I huffed and went to clean my kurta.

I entered the washroom to clean the mehndi stain from my kurta. Thankfully, the mehndi was all gone, but it left a stubborn handprint of her hands behind.

After a while, I re-entered the hall, where Kavish and Jiya were seated, surrounded by guest their parents and all, women applying mehndi to their hands. Some were dancing, some were talking, while my friends were busy flirting with the girls.

My best friend, Asher Aziz, was following Adiba like a lost puppy, with hearts practically in his eyes whenever he looked at her.

I scanned the room for Himanshi, trying not to be too obvious. Soon, my eyes landed on her, sitting on a chair with other girls, wearing a cute upset look on her face.

I couldn't believe I was thinking this, but she looked adorable when mad. As the song "Mehndi Laga Ke Rakhna" began to play, Adiba approached her, asking her to dance, but Himanshi declined, probably still upset because of me, damn.

Asher pulled Adiba's arm, leading her to the dance floor. I considered asking Himanshi to join them, but then Rayansh, that brat, grabbed her arm, leading her to the dance floor instead Before I can do anything.

How dare he! I knew this guy's reputation as a playboy, and I didn't want Himanshi anywhere near him. The way he held her arm, it was as if he thought he owned her. I wanted nothing more than to take out my frustration on this bastard.