Eshanth ♡ Anira
ANIRA RAJVANSHI:
The name itself defines intelligence. Anira a determined girl with high ambition and resoluteness finally gets the opportunity to bind in a sacred bond of marriage with her love . However nuptials didn't last long...
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AFTER 4 DAYS:
The last four days have been a whirlwind of turmoil. Everything changed when I discovered the truth. Dadi handed me a paper, and its contents shattered my world. I couldn't believe I'm not my parents' biological daughter. The revelation ripped me apart.
They used me for their own gain, selling me to Devansh like a commodity. I was a puppet, blindly following their strings. I loved Devansh once, but he became my worst nightmare.
Failing my CA finals crushed me. Despite working tirelessly, day and night, I fell short. But Eshanth's words echo in my mind: "Don't give up; you have another chance to prove yourself."
Eshanth has been my guardian angel, saving me from the darkness. We're strangers, yet I feel an inexplicable connection. It's as if I've known him before.
His unwavering support and kindness have been my lifeline. I'm forever grateful. It feels like we have met before ...
"I won't give up," I vow to myself. "I'll prove my worth, not just to others but to myself."
I stood frozen, listening to Eshanth's tense voice carry from the balcony. His disappointment was palpable, and my concern grew. This was the third time in four days he'd been in a foul mood after speaking with his father.
I decided to approach him, my footsteps soft on the balcony floor.
"Eshanth?" I called out gently.
He turned, his eyes clouded with worry. "Anira, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you."
"You're not disturbing me," I reassured him. "What's wrong? You seem troubled."
Eshanth sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just...my father. He's been breathing down my neck lately."
I sensed there was more to it. "Is everything okay?" I pressed.
Eshanth's expression turned guarded. "It's just typical father-son things, Anira. Don't worry about it."
But I did worry. The tension in his voice, the lines etched on his face – it all pointed to something deeper.
"Eshanth, I'm here for you," I said softly. "If you need someone to talk to, I'm listening."
For a moment, our eyes locked, and I thought I saw a glimmer of vulnerability. But then, his mask slipped back into place.
"Thanks, Anira. I appreciate it."
It's for the 3rd time I am asking and getting the same answer to my question from his side in last 4 days .
The night passed with our regular routine.
As usual Eshanth approached his office in the morning leaving me alone in the flat .
Perfect atmosphere for me to study. I am grateful to him for bringing the required books from market .
