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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"Haan haan, aur phool laga do, mai hi garden lagungi!" I muttered, a tad exasperated, to my stylist. They were adorning me with every possible bloom in sight, as if my presence alone could bring spring to life. I sat in front of the mirror, taking in my reflection-a blue saree with a delicate yellow border gracing my skin, flowers practically dripping from me. My jewelry, made of real marigolds and yellow roses, gleamed with an organic charm. The jhumkas dangled by my ears, adding a delicate touch to the outfit, but I felt like I was practically sprouting leaves. (Why not add a few more flowers, then I'll look like a complete garden)
"Ma'am, it's your mother-in-law's request to style you in the traditional royal bridal way for the haldi," one of the stylists said, as if apologizing for the floral overabundance.
I sighed, giving her a small smile. "I know, I know. It's not your fault. It's just... I've always preferred a more minimalist look."
"Then think of it as practice for the grand finale," she chuckled. I couldn't help but laugh, shaking off the little nerves twisting in my stomach. No sense in taking it out on them.
Just then, Ruhanika strolled in, a mischievous grin lighting up her face, draped in a gorgeous yellow saree that matched the theme of our Haldi. Her eyes sparkled as she took in my appearance, and I could practically see the teasing bubbling up in her.
"Jaldi chale?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Someone's getting very eager for a glimpse of you." (Let's leave fast?)
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, keep teasing. But tell me, how do I look?" I asked, spinning around a bit for effect, expecting at least one genuine compliment.
"Honestly? Exactly like gende ka garden!" She burst out laughing at my exasperated look. "Arre, fine, you look gorgeous, jaana. If Mr. King of Cold sees you like this, he'll probably faint. I might have to tie his hands just to keep them off you!" (Honestly? Exactly like a marigold garden)
Heat crept up my cheeks at her words, but I managed a laugh, nudging her playfully. "Okay, stop! You're going to embarrass me to death before I even get out there."
With a final touch, the stylists lowered a sheer veil over my face, in keeping with tradition. Rules were rules; Shriyan and I weren't supposed to see each other during the ceremony. But even as the veil settled, a little thrill buzzed in me at the thought of him, just downstairs, waiting.
Ruhanika and I walked down together, her arm looped with mine as we stepped into the backyard. My breath hitched at the sight before me-everything was bathed in blue and yellow, woven together with grace and beauty. From the strings of marigolds hanging like sunlit rain to the shimmering blue fabrics draped over every surface, the place looked like a dreamscape come to life.
