Two hearts, worlds apart one bound by royal legacy, the other by quiet resilience are destined to collide in the most unexpected way. Kashi Sharma, a 20-year-old girl from a small town Jhansi, has faced more hardships than most her age. Abandoned by...
After dinner, Vishwanath had already changed into his night wear while Kashi went to change her clothes. His eyes drifted towards a cabinet in the corner of the room. Quietly, he walked over, opened it, and took out a round red velvet box. He had gone to pick it up earlier today, right after the lunch.
Inside lay a stunning bracelet, an exact replica of the one he had bought for Kashi from a local vendor in Jhansi. However, this bracelet was no ordinary trinket. It was simple but very beautiful, crafted from pure gold, it featured delicate charms embellished with tiny, glistening diamonds that shimmered under the light. Unlike the original, which was made of low-quality material and had broken easily, this bracelet was designed to last a timeless symbol of their unbreakable bond.
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The memory of last night came to him vividly. When Kashi had gone to change out of her heavy wedding lehenga, he had noticed the broken bracelet lying on the table near which she had been sitting. What surprised him most was that she still had it, carefully kept all this time. Her words from that day echoed in his mind
"Veer ji, main isse hamesha sambhal kar rakhungi."(I will always keep it safe with me)
And she had kept her promise. Moved by her devotion to something so simple yet meaningful, Vishwanath had decided to recreate it for her, ensuring it was as sturdy and enduring as his commitment to her. He had clicked a picture of the broken bracelet and sent it to their family jeweller, who assured him it would be ready by the next day.
His train of thought came to an abrupt halt as he heard the faint sound of soft footsteps approaching. Turning slightly, he glanced towards the source of the sound and felt his breath catch for a moment. Kashi had just stepped out of the dressing room, clad in an ivory satin night suit. The fabric's delicate sheen highlighted her natural elegance. She looked adorable as she fiddled with the cuffs of her top. Her long, beautiful hair were tied in a messy bun, with a few loose strands framing her face.
"Kashi," he called softly, his voice warm and gentle as he took a step closer to her, his movements slow and deliberate. The small velvet box remained carefully hidden behind his back, his fingers curling around it protectively.
"Ji, Veer ji?" (Yes, Veer ji) she responded, her voice equally soft, filled with curiosity and a hint of shyness. Her wide eyes met his, searching his face for a clue. Her gaze lingered for a moment on his hand behind his back, her brows furrowing slightly in silent wonder, though she chose not to comment.
"Aaj halwa bohot tasty bana tha," (Today, the halwa was very tasty) he began, his lips curving into a smile that was as warm as the tone of his voice.Kashi's face brightened instantly, her lips parting into a delighted smile.
"Accha laga apko?" (Did you like it?) she asked, her tone tinged with eagerness and a touch of pride, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.
"Bohot," (Alot) he replied with a firm nod, his voice carrying an air of sincerity. His smile deepened as he saw her cheeks turn a faint shade of pink, her joy at his words evident in the way she slightly averted her gaze in bashful happiness.
