→ She is full of supense
will he accept her!!?
→He is filled with anger
will she solve him!!?
Two strangers bound by family ties..willl they able fall in love with each other or it will change their whole life..
He is king of mafia and ruthless to h...
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I wanted to give her something special—something that would speak to the depth of my feelings for her, something that reflected not just my love but my admiration for everything she was: strong, capable, and fiercely independent. She had built walls so high around her heart, and I had spent every moment since meeting her trying to find a way to reach her, to show her that it was safe to let me in. This gift had to be something that symbolized that, something that could say all the things I struggled to put into words.
Reaching into my drawer, my fingers grazed the delicate silver waist chain I had chosen for her. It wasn’t extravagant, but that wasn’t the point. It was elegant, with subtle charms that caught the light just enough, reflecting her grace, her quiet strength. This wasn’t just jewelry—it was a promise.
As I approached her, she turned, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What’s that?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with intrigue.
"This is for you," I said, extending my hand toward her, feeling the slight tremor in my fingertips. "A little something for your pehli rasoi as my wife."
She took the chain, her fingers brushing against mine, and for a moment, the air between us seemed to hum with electricity. Her expression softened, and I could see the faintest shimmer of emotion in her eyes. "Aayansh, it’s beautiful," she whispered, her voice catching slightly.
I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest as I took a step closer. "You deserve to be reminded of how incredible you are every single day. This chain—it’s not just a piece of jewelry. It’s a symbol of your strength, your ambition, and how deeply I love you." The words tumbled out of me, raw and honest, my heart racing as she carefully examined the piece.
As she lifted the waist chain, I moved closer, wanting to help her put it on. There was something so intimate about the act, something that made my pulse quicken as I saw the faint blush creep up her neck. "Here, let me," I murmured, gently taking the chain from her hands.
My fingers brushed against the soft fabric of her saree as I fastened the chain around her waist, my heart pounding in my chest. The way the chain was delicately draped around her curves made me catch my breath. "You look stunning, Sunshine," I whispered, the words slipping out of me almost involuntarily.
But just as I leaned in, my face was close enough to feel the warmth of her skin, something shifted. She tensed beneath my touch, her entire body going rigid as if some invisible barrier had slammed down between us.
"Jaan, are you okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I pulled back, searching her face for answers. I could see it in her eyes—the warmth was gone, replaced by something distant, something I couldn’t quite understand. Panic flickered there, a kind of fear I hadn’t expected.
“I… I’m fine,” she stammered, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her. I could feel her slipping away, retreating into herself, and I didn’t know how to reach her.
