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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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A P.S note- normal italics like this symbolise the character's conscience talking/taunting.(Cause that's what author's conscience does always ! )
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*Nishtha's POV*:-
The vibration of my alarm clock ringing made me open my droopy eyes, I fished my hand over the table where I had kept the phone and first checked the time.
It was 5:30, freak ! I overslept, the dev-jaaga was at 6 and I still had to take a bath. I instantly sat up and decided to overgo what I had to do first when the strong smell of laung hit me and I noticed the condition of the room.
It was a little foggy, there was an extinguished dhoop kept on the floor and pieces of laung beside it. A little ash scattered on the floor beside the dhoop.
And the shocker was- Ranvijay Rajput sleeping on the floor in a very awkward position as his head took the support of the side table.
What was he doing with the dhoop ? That too at night ?
Kahin kala jadoo toh nahi kar rahe the mujh par ? (Was he planning to do black magic over me ?)
Even yesterday he was behaving like a weirdo; roaming around me like a lost puppy, looking at me with those adoring gazes. Is he possessed by someone ?
But whatever it was, the room or should I say the floor looked a mess, it was kicking my OCD.
I guess I should first clean it up, as I bent down and picked up the dhoop, I realised that my hands felt unusually sticky. There were sticky and gooey marks on the dhoop where I had held it from.
Keeping the dhoop aside, I touched my fingertips to feel what it exactly was, is it sugar syrup ?
"....And vicks?," I whispered to myself in realisation as I smelled my henna clad hands.
Even the henna had almost turned black, never in my life had I had a henna colour this dark.
Then I looked at the room and Ranvijay once again. The dhoop with laung, the sugar syrup and vicks rubbed on my hands.
Was he ?
Naah, he won't.
There's a chance. Remember his lover boy behaviour yesterday ?
Damn freaking it ! Was the Ranvijay Rajput giving me dhoop and applying sugar syrup and vicks to my hands just to darken the colour of my mehndi ?
On the outside I went still, unnaturally still as if a statue but the inside had become a powerhouse of actions, my heart palpitations increased and my breath hitched in my throat.
