"Lost in his love, she made him her world, where everything else faded into insignificance"
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Kriti Singhania, reluctantly returns to her homeland to fulfill her father's wish of becoming the CEO of his company. However, her life takes an unexpected...
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Aayansh's POV~
Everyone’s here, Mom, sitting on the couch with her ever-watchful eyes, Kabir leaning against the armrest, casual but curious, my sister, Khushi scrolling her phone absentmindedly.
I clear my throat, my hands resting in my pockets, trying to find the right words to start.
Khushi barely looks up. "This better be important, bhai. I canceled plans for this."
I straighten, meeting her eyes. "Actually, yes. I’m getting married."
"You’re not," everyone says in sync, their voices full of disbelief.
"I am," I respond.
Dead silence, it feels like a bomb has detonated in the room.
Khushi's eyes widen as she jumps to her feet. "Married? Please tell me you’re finally bringing Kriti home!"
How the hell do they even know about us?
I hesitate, my voice tight as I finally reply, "Not with her"
Mom’s lips part slightly, disbelief flickering across her face before it hardens into something colder and sharper, “You don't like Kriti?”
I meet her gaze, though it’s a struggle. "No"
I do, I am in love with her.
Kabir chuckles bitterly from his corner, shaking his head, “Bhabhi hi badal di”
"Shut up" I snap, my voice rising as my patience starts to wear thin.
Mom’s voice is icy now, her fury bubbling just beneath the surface.
I look at her, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I’m not here to argue," I say tightly. “And I expect you to trust me”
Khushi glares at me, her voice trembling. “Are yar, Kriti se kyu nhi krlete shaadi?"
Kabir, leaning casually against the wall, lets out a sarcastic laugh. “Tu karle Kriti se shaadi”
I am done with my chaotic family.
I walk away from the room, the faint noises of their talking reaching my ears. But this, this is my choice, my way of fixing things.
₊ ⊹✧˖°.
Kriti.
She’s sitting at the far end of the bar, her back straight, her hands wrapped around a shot glass.
She’s out of place, and yet she belongs, commanding attention without even trying.
