𝙎𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙮𝙖 and 𝘼𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙫𝙞 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙𝙞, business rivals and family friends, are forced into an arranged marriage. Bound by family duty, they must uncover hidden truths while navigating their explosive chemistry. Will their...
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The next morning arrived faster than I'd anticipated. Still half-asleep, I dragged myself out of bed and slipped into a soft, emerald plazo set, grateful that today was more about settling in guests than diving into full-fledged wedding events. The house was a flurry of activity-footsteps echoing down the polished corridors, voices of staff coordinating last-minute details, and the fragrant hint of fresh flowers from the entrance.
Yawning, I headed downstairs, my mind blissfully blank until I collided with something-or someone-solid. Blinking in surprise, I looked up, right into Shriyan's face, his expression as smug as ever, his eyes gleaming with way too much energy for this hour.
"Good morning," he said, looking irritatingly refreshed.
I stifled a yawn, grumbling, "Is there ever a time you don't look this... chirpy?"
He tilted his head, studying me with that faint, amused smile that somehow made him even more infuriating. "Only around you. Can't miss a chance to be a eye candy for my fiance."
"Please, spare me the charm," I muttered, attempting to sidestep him, but he shifted slightly, blocking my way.
"Aashvi," he sighed theatrically, placing a hand on his heart, "a face like this-" he gestured to himself with a grin "-deserves a bit of morning admiration."
"Admiration? More like irritation," I shot back, rolling my eyes.
He smirked, undeterred. "Happy to be either, as long as it's for you."
I pushed past him, shaking my head, only to find him following me in step. "Don't you have anything better to do?" I asked, exasperated.
"Trust me, storm, there's nothing better to do than this." His voice was smooth, lazy, like it was his sworn duty to push every one of my buttons.
Before I could reply, Rudra's voice cut in, his tone laced with exaggerated sympathy. "Arre, mera bechara dost! Abhi se joru ka ghulam ban gaya?" Leaning against the door frame, he gave us both a look of mock pity, barely suppressing a smirk. (My poor bestfriend. Already a wife's pet)
Shriyan sighed, casting a long-suffering glance at him. "Tujhe kahin aur koi kaam nahi hai kya, Rudra?" (Don't you have work to do, Rudra?)
Rudra raised his hands in mock innocence. "Bas yaha madad karne aaya hoon. But it looks like you've got this covered." He winked, giving me a conspiratorial look that made me suppress a smile. (I'm just here to help. But it looks like you've got this covered)
