Sara Singh is a young woman who is being pressured by her family to marry a wealthy business mam Aarav Verma. Her family forces her ; marriage will help them grow their business, since they are struggling financially. Despite her objections, Sara fe...
"Can't you do one task properly.. How many times do I have to tell u all .. is this why u all are getting paid for" Aarav shouted at employee on the phone
"Omg Aarav stop shouting for god sakes .. Go and get changed it's your marriage today and still u are here shouting.. what a crazy ass u are" Sam replied
"Yeah yeah whatever mind ur own business sam" Aarav said
"My business is eating ur head u cold ass go and get dressed" Sam said teasingly
Aarav rolled his eyes
"Aarav" mother(Divya("shouted why are u not dressed yet . It's marriage"
"Yeah maa just going"Aarav replied
No one's pov
Aarav dressed into a beige colour suit emerald with silver stones
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Aarav's outfit
Aarav stood before the mirror, his tuxedo perfectly fitted to his imposing figure. He took a moment to inspect his reflection, his mind going over the list of tasks that needed to be completed before the wedding. As he fixed his suit and ran a hand through his dark hair, his stomach churned with a mixture of annoyance and resignation. The thought of marrying a stranger and enduring the formalities of a wedding reception filled him with disgust.
Sarah's pov
Esha, Sarah's best friend, stood by her side as she helped her into her wedding dress. The nerves and anxiety were evident on Sarah's face, and Esha could see the fear in her eyes. "Hey, it's going to be okay," Esha said gently, trying to comfort her friend. "You're marrying one of the richest men in the country. What more could you want?"
Sarah gave a weak smile, still feeling uneasy. "I know, I know. But it's just...he's so serious and standoffish. I don't know how I'm going to get through this day without completely freaking out." Esha gave her a reassuring pat on the hand. "Just think of it like a business transaction. You're marrying for money, not love. And besides, he's absolutely gorgeous."
Sarah couldn't help but laugh at Esha's comment. "Sure, he's good looking. But do you think he's going to be a good husband? He seems so distant and cold." Esha shrugged. "Maybe he just needs someone to warm him up." She gave Sarah a wink, and for a moment, Sarah forgot about her nerves and let out a genuine smile.
"Thanks, Esha," Sarah said gratefully. "You always know how to make me feel better." Esha finished adjusting the last of the buttons on Sarah's dress and stepped back to admire her handiwork. "You look absolutely stunning, you know that?"
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Sarah's outfit
Sarah looked in the mirror, taking in her reflection in the elegant dress. She had to admit, she did look beautiful. But beneath the surface, the fear and uncertainty still lingered in her heart. "I hope I don't make a fool of myself in front of him," she whispered, mostly to herself. Esha heard her and gave her a reassuring smile. "You'll be fine. Just remember, you're marrying for the money, not love."
Sarah nodded silently, trying to convince herself that this was just a business arrangement and that she had nothing to worry about. She took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders, and prepared to walk down the aisle.
Sarah began walking down the aisle, her eyes fixed on the floor. She could feel everyone's gaze on her, and her heart was beating so loudly that she could barely hear her own thoughts. The sound of the music and the voices of the guests faded away as she drew closer to the altar, where Aarav stood waiting. She could see his towering figure, his elegant suit and his stern expression. He was definitely handsome, just as Esha had said, but there was something about his demeanour that made her nervous.
