High Drama Alert...
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The Rajvansh mansion was abuzz with soft murmurs, laughter, and the faint echo of bells chiming in the puja room.
It was Sangeeta and Arjun's 32nd anniversary, and instead of a grand celebration, they had chosen a modest yet meaningful puja with close friends, family, and a select few business associates.
The entrance of the grand hall had become a focal point, where Atharv and Inaara stood side by side, welcoming guests with graceful smiles.
Inaara wore a peach georgette saree, draped elegantly over her petite frame, her hair cascading down her back like silken threads.
She looked ethereal, her subtle makeup enhancing her natural glow.
Beside her, Atharv stood tall in a light yellow kurta, exuding an understated charm.
The contrast between her soft grace and his sharp, commanding presence made them look like a picture-perfect couple.
Guests greeted them warmly, exchanging pleasantries, but it wasn’t until Vihaan arrived that a stir was caused.
Vihaan’s eyes lit up as he saw Inaara. “Inaara,” he exclaimed, “you look out of this world today—like a dream.”
Inaara chuckled, tilting her head playfully.
“Does that mean I don’t look good on other days?”
“Of course not! You look beautiful every day, but today... you’re stunning,” Vihaan replied earnestly, his eyes sparkling with admiration.
Atharv, who had been watching their exchange in silence, felt something unfamiliar coil within him—jealousy.
It was subtle at first, like a whisper, but then it roared, urging him to act.
Before he even realized, his hand found its way to Inaara’s waist, resting there possessively.
The touch was electric.
Inaara stiffened, her toes curling as his fingers grazed her bare waist, a sensation heightened by the delicate fabric of her saree.
She gulped, her heartbeat quickening. Atharv, however, maintained his usual stoic expression, as if the contact meant nothing.
Yet inside, he was anything but calm.
The feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers was intoxicating.
For a moment, he felt a whirlwind of emotions—happiness, nervousness, fear, and something he couldn’t yet name.
It felt overwhelming, yet perfect.
His voice cut through the moment. “Vihaan,” he said evenly, “have you seen Reeva? She’s looking quite beautiful today as well.”
The mention of Reeva’s name made Vihaan’s face fall instantly.
With a brief nod, he rolled his eyes and walked away, mumbling something under his breath.
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