when Varun's family pressurized him to marry, he made a condition to which Ananya was emotionally blackmail by her family to fulfill that condition.
They have different personalities but one thing is common thier family tie thier nots of fate.
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So here I present my very first story in which I have make many mistakes but I am again trying to make it worth reading so thank you if you are giving it a try. 😊
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"Ananya, nervous mat ho, Okay," she whispered to herself in front of the mirror, forcing a smile. "What could possibly happen? Just do your best, yeah".
(Don't be nervous)
"Everyone says they're nice people, so nothing to worry about, right? Everything will be fine."
Despite her words, a knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach.
For the first time, she was about to live with a family who wanted her as their son's wife-just to see if she and Varun could truly imagine a life together. It felt surreal and a bit overwhelming.
And they also said that nothing will be happening to her and they said this with guarantee and why not, my whole family knows them and they do too.
But still how can she live with them, when she see them as strangers.
Lost in her thoughts, when her mother, Neelam, called from the hallway, "Varun will be here in 20 minutes! Check your bag to make sure you have everything you need, and come downstairs when you're ready."
Then, with a smile of excitement, her mother disappeared to handle other last-minute details.
Ananya couldn't help but think, Does everyone want me to leave that badly? A frown creased her forehead. They're all so happy because I'm going... and I have to admit that this behavior is hurting me.
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After ensuring she had everything packed, she took a deep breath, grabbed her suitcase, and headed downstairs.
Her heart warmed at the sight of her family gathered to see her off, but that warmth faded when she spotted Varun, surrounded by them, drawing all their attention.
She had only seen Varun in photos, but he was even more handsome in person-tall, wearing a fitted black T-shirt and grey pants.
There was an undeniable feeling about him. Everything, from the way he sat casually to how he ran his fingers through his hair, made her heart race.
He's still a stranger,Ananya, and jo ladke jada handsome hone hai vahi sabse dangerous hote haii, she reminded herself, and I need to know if he's a good guy first.
(And the boys who are more handsome are the most dangerous).
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Varun Singh rathod
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As she approached, she noticed he wasn't alone. Beside him was a little boy, about four or five years old, munching on chocolate cookies-the very ones she had baked for herself the day before.
