BOOK ONE OF THE SWEET AND SOUR SERIES
Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she f...
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𝐀𝐚𝐣 𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢
आज से तेरी सारी गलियाँ मेरी हो गई आज से मेरा घर तेरा हो गया आज से मेरी सारी खुशियाँ तेरी हो गई आज से तेरा गम मेरा हो गया
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The next few hours pass in a flurry of brushes, colours, and endless instructions. I sit still in front of the mirror, letting the makeup artist contour my face as my hairdresser pins yet another flower into my carefully arranged bun. The weight of the bridal lehenga is suffocating yet beautiful—a mixture of tradition and turmoil sewn into every thread.
Married. To my boss. Two words I never thought I'd hear in the same sentence. Yet here I am, draped in red and gold, about to sign my life away to Mahir Oberoi for an entire year.
"You're looking like a literal princess," Kavya's voice pulls me out of my thoughts as she saunters in, a wide grin plastered on her face. Behind her, my mother steps in quietly, her eyes filling with tears the second she sees me.
I stand, carefully adjusting the lehenga around me, and meet my mother's gaze. Before I can speak, she pulls me into a hug. "You look so beautiful, Vani," she whispers, her voice breaking. "Oh my daughter, you've grown up so well. You're a piece of my heart, Vani. Always remember that. I can't believe you'll be married soon."
My chest tightens, and my arms hold her tighter as I manage to whisper back, "Mumma, I'll be with you always. Don't worry."
Kavya gently pries my mother away before things can turn into an emotional spectacle. "Save some tears for the vidaai, Aunty. Don't scare her just yet." Her teasing earns a watery laugh from both of us. Mumma pulls back, heading back saying she has some last-moment things to check.
Before I can dwell further, the door swings open again, and Dravya steps in, face slightly flushed. Kavya and I exchange a look—Dravya, blushing? That's a first.
"Where were you?" Kavya raises an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you were—"
"I wasn't doing anything!" he blurts out a little too quickly, earning identical smirks from both of us.
"Uh-huh," I say, folding my arms. "So, what's the excuse this time?"
"Nothing!" His ears turn red, and he quickly changes the subject. "Wow, Vanya. You look...amazing. For someone who's not thrilled about this wedding, you sure look like a dream bride."
"Nice save," Kavya mutters under her breath.
Dravya leans down to pinch my cheek lightly, ignoring Kavya's dig. "Don't trip on the lehenga, yeah?" he jokes before flashing a grin and walking out, leaving us both suspicious but too focused on the events to chase answers. I'll question him later.
