✶𝑴𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 ✶
Two people completely in love and inseparable but ......one big incident changed their life and they got separated.... what will happen when destiny brings them together and tie them In a knot of marriage...
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Shivani's POV:
"How come your neck suddenly got so long?" he interrupted, standing up abruptly and cutting me off mid-sentence.
Wait, what did he just say? Half surprised and half amused, I blinked at him as he looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath-or maybe just avoiding looking at me.
I turned to glare at the three people who were responsible for putting me in this awkward situation. All three were struggling to hold back their laughter. Ugh, why did I agree to help them?
I shot them a stern look before turning back to Abhi, who still seemed baffled about how my neck had supposedly "grown" overnight. Kya karu main Abhi ka...
"Excuse me, Mr. what do you mean by 'suddenly long'? It's always been like this," I replied, trying to sound offended, though I couldn't help but smile at his expression. Folding my hair up had been Akansha's idea, and it was clearly working wonders.
"Okay, now for the final step," I said, buckling my hair and letting my curls fall freely around my shoulders. "Can you help me wear this?" I stretched my hand toward Abhi, revealing my nuptial chain resting in my palm.
Abhi blinked a few times before his eyes fell on the nuptial chain in my hand then again his gaze flickered to my neck, which had always been long and slender, but I could see the realization dawn on him as if he were seeing it for the first time. My heart raced at the effect I seemed to be having on him. I glanced over at the spot where my friends were hiding, and they gave me another thumbs-up, their faces lit up with grins of encouragement.
I heard Abhi mumble something under his breath which i couldn't hear, a mix of admiration and disbelief flashed in his eyes before he fumbled with the collar button of his shirt, a nervous habit that betrayed his growing discomfort. He motioned for me to come and sit in the spot he had just vacated.
With a flutter of anticipation, I got up and settled into the chair where he had been sitting. I held my hair up with one hand, keeping it off my neck, while with the other, I clutched the nuptial chain tightly.
As he stepped closer, I could feel the conflict in his moments. He took a deep breath, as if bracing himself against an overwhelming wave of emotion. His heat enveloped me, and I could sense the magnetic pull between us. It was as if the air had thickened with unspoken words and desires, and I could see him struggling to maintain his composure.
Abhi seemed, torn between wanting to help and the urge to keep his distance. Everything else faded-my sister and friends waiting nearby were long forgotten, every moment felt charged, heavy with the weight of what lay between us, and I could almost see him wrestling with the desire to pull me closer.
