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"When my family cannot accept her then how can I ?,"
• Ranvijay Rajput, now a 31 year old CEO of Rajput FinTech, was once a 25 year old young man who was pushed into a forced marriage. After 6 years he now has return...
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*Third Person's POV*:-
Nishtha huffed as she struggled to tie the numerous doris of her anarkali. Nishtha was infuriated, not only the doris but also because of Ranvijay.
"Nishtha stop thinking about him ! He has disappeared again.," Nishtha repeated to herself with another huff of frustration.
Her hands had started aching because of intractable doris, that would get undone at every loose knot.
The anarkali was sent to her by Meera who had cajoled Nishtha to wear it for the mehndi ceremony and Nishtha didn't have the heart to sadden Meera.
"It's just an anarkali.," was what Nishtha thought but after seeing it she thought of it as a trap of seduction.
It was in dark mehndi green colour with golden borders, it made Nishtha's skin shine with a golden hue. On one hand the front was covered by a modest v-neck, the back completely backless with just doris going zig-zag all the way down to her waistline.
And the problems increased when Meera and Ekta had suddenly disappeared when it came to help Nishtha tying the doris. And instead of calling the two back, Nishtha took the matters in her own hands.
With a last stretch of her hands Nishtha managed to loosely tie the knot but the click of the door caused her hands to fumble and the doris were undone in a go.
"Again.," Nishtha muttered in distress.
At the same time the door opened and Ranvijay entered inside. His eyes met with Nishtha's who blinked her eyes in slow realisation.
He went still at sight of the nymph in front of him and took slow steps towards her, hypnotised by her alluring looks. Her hair were tied in a bun with two roses tucked in it, the dress had loosened from her shoulders due tot he doris coming out undone.
"Ranvijay, you haven't changed yet ?," Nishtha muttered trying to look away from the man just in his pyjama and white vest with a towel hanging on his neck, by now she had forgotten her undone doris.
That's when Ranvijay remembered his purpose of visit and rubbed his neck at the sight of an embarrassed Nishtha.
"My..I...My kurta is here.," he whispered in return, the slight stammer revealed his embarassment to Nishtha who just turned away from him, towards the bed in search of his kurta.
Ranvijay froze. His eyes not leaving Nishtha's exposed back as he drank in the curves of her body.
On the trail of Nishtha's spine lied a mole, just a little over her waist line, exactly on the center. The proactive position of the mole made Ranvijay gulp on his saliva.
