Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
📖 "Just when life gets predictable, in strolls Tanishk Singhaniya to shake things up." ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Well, this morning was anything but ordinary. It started off with my supersize revealing a little secret over breakfast.
"If you two are comfortable to proceed with this relationship, let's tie the knot," Dadi-sa declared, as casually as one might suggest going for a morning walk.
Adhiraj and I exchanged a look...mine wide-eyed, his a little smug. Of course, the man wasn't going to be thrown off by such surprises. But me? I nearly choked on my tea. It turns out that three months ago, when things between Adhiraj and I were finally starting to settle down, Maa-sa had secretly, two months ago, begun talking to priests, planning our future without either of us knowing.
"Siya, the priest says there's a date after two weeks... or the next one is in six months!" Maa-sa had said, her tone all too sweet, but the urgency clear in her eyes.
"After two weeks," Adhiraj agreed, so now we should finalize it."
Now, just like that, our dream wedding is in two weeks, completing three months. Two weeks! I can't even describe how excited and nervous I am. But of course, there's a catch...tradition. Apparently, we have to stay in separate rooms until the wedding, and I'm not allowed to meet Adhiraj at all. Because, you know, the universe is really testing my patience.
Meanwhile, Adhiraj is buried neck-deep in his power electricity project, off in meetings, or gallivanting around the city with his secretary and co-workers. And while I'm thrilled he's doing well, I'll admit, I miss our late-night talks and stolen moments. But late at Night, I wait for him. Not because I have to, but because I want to. It's this little ritual of ours, sharing dinner together, even if it means sitting in silence while he unwinds.
He's even told me, 'Siya, you don't have to wait up, just go to sleep.' But I just smile at him and keep doing what my heart tells me. And as for the romance department? Well, let's just say work dedication is doing its best to ruin our honeymoon phase before the honeymoon even begins.
But today's a new day. The sun is shining, birds are singing, and I've got my hands full with a new client. A luxury hotel chain wants to collaborate for a new theme, one that incorporates unique floral designs. The concept is fresh and upscale, focusing on rare flowers and customized arrangements that would be exclusive to each of their suites and lobbies. It's an exciting opportunity, and I've been signing contracts left and right, making sure everything is in place.
In between all the madness, I make sure to send Adhiraj's tiffin box to his office, filled with his favourite's. He prefers having a Shahi dinner made by my hands, and while I don't have time to do everything, the maids handle the prep, and I add the final touches.
And today, after signing yet another lucrative contract, I finally took a breather. Ishita, my ever-reliable right hand, directed the workers to start preparing for a new party theme where our flowers will take centre stage. This time, the highlight is a cascading flower wall...think orchids, roses, and rare blooms woven into a living tapestry. It's going to be a showstopper, and Ishita is already envisioning the Instagram-worthy photos.
