The Sisodias' life is a masterpiece of perfection, crafted for the world to admire. They have it all: empire, wealth, status and reputation that shines brighter than gold. Every smile, every gesture, every word is a calculated performance.
But as t...
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Tarini gives a final once-over to the arrangement, ensuring everything was at place. The event was just an hour away, and she wanted it to turn out perfect. Though physically there, her mind was still struck on someone specific, who was not present with her. His words, his stare, his stubbornness —it all kept coming back, despite her efforts to keep herself busy. Her expression turns thoughtful as she recalls the morning's encounter with Aviraj.
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The soft morning light was streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Tarini was standing in front of the dresser, her hands moving swiftly as she tied her waist length hair into a ponytail. Engrossed in herself, she turns back when her gaze falls on him sitting on the bed, messing up his already messed hair.
It was still early morning. Luckily, unlike her, she had woken up at the first ring of alarm. She was careful to keep her movements quite in order to not disturb his sleep. Also, to escape without an interaction with him, which could turn into something she hadn't planned. But, now he was up and she knew she had to face him.
Aviraj gets down from the bed when he looks at the figure standing in front of him. A sight for sore eyes. That was his first thought, taking in her appealing appearance in the off-white saree adorning her. Seeing his intent stare on her, Tarini shifts on her place and starts to look around, searching her bag.
Aviraj walks near to her with a frown realizing she was ready to leave. He says, "Good morning."
"Same to you," she replies, absent-minded, her search ending as her eyes travel to the bag she was holding in her hand. This is what she wanted to escape.
He held the power to mess with her thoughts and emotions without her will. She was aware about it, but he wasn't. Being in his vicinity made her feel timid, like she would lose her grip over her heart. It was scary. She wasn't ready to give in. Not so soon.
"Do you want me to drop you?" He asks, his low and husky voice ending her trance, and she tilts her head up to glance at him.
"No need. I have called the driver." She denies courteously, hoping he would drop the conversation.
The last evening was still afresh in her head. His words had kept ringing in her ears all night. She wasn't sure what he wanted? Was everything he said about them, about her, true, or just a tricky game of his?
Why would he play a game with her? Her conscience had questioned.
To get things the way he wanted, her rational mind had reasoned, making her more confused.
