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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*:-
HOW TO WOO YOUR WIFE ?
Tip 1- Take her out on a date.
“Whom should we send with the haldi ?,” Radhika murmured, her eyes wandering around in the crowd as if she was trying to protect some confidential piece of news.
“Meera ?,” Meera violently shook her head at Komal's suggestion.
“Why not ?,” Naina questioned Meera.
“Why her ? When we have Ranvijay's wife present here then why would Meera go instead ?,” Gayatri devi's words rang like a warning bell amidst the ladies.
“Exactly, I agree with Nani sa.,” Meera said, prying her way into the conversation with Gayatri devi's support.
That's when Meera received those saucered eyes from Komal so to cover up she said, masking innocence on her face, “ I mean, Nishtha bhabhi is Rudra's real bhabhi. And when she is here, how can I ?”
“Exactly my point.,” Gayatri devi affirmed with a snap of her fingers.
“But Maa sa..,”
“Nishtha will go. I hope you don't mind samdhan ji.,” Gayatri devi stated, obstructing Naina's rebel.
Now caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, Komal chose to jump in the sea and swim away rather than be roasted by the devil herself, “ I guess that should be the right thing to do.”
The words came forced out of Komal’s mouth as she passed a tight lipped smile to Gayatri devi who ignored it like she used to ignore her husband's ranting.
“Nishtha, bacche yaha aa !,” (Nishtha, baby come here !) Nishtha looked up from the flower garland at Gayatri devi's calls.
“Come here.,” Gayatri devi gestured with a swift movement of her hand in the air, calling Nishtha towards her.
“Ji Nani sa ?,”
“Take this haldi to Krisha's house. It's your job to see to it that it reaches safely.,” Nishtha nodded talking the decorated platter in her hand.
A huge copper plate was decorated with marigold flowers with haldi kept in the centre, Gayatri devi covered the platter with a shiny red silk cloth.
“And yes, ask the driver to take you there. You need hold the haldi with you, it shouldn't be kept on the ground or away from you even for once.,” Komal instructed knowing she had to comply with Gayatri's instructions.
