Nazar chahti hai deedar karna,
dil chahta hai pyaar karna,
kya batau is dil ka aalam,
nasib me likha hai intezaar karna~🌙🌠
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Avantika's POV
Today was the big day-the wedding was going to be held at the majestic Kapaleeshwarar Temple in Chennai, a place known for its divine energy and breathtaking architecture.
I was in my room, struggling to get ready. The saree I wore was gorgeous, but the massive dupatta was giving me a headache. Yes it has a dupatta too.I couldn't figure out how to tuck it properly.
Standing in front of the mirror, I sighed. "First, I have to bring it from the back, then to the front, then roll it-ugh! Nahi ho raha."
The frustration was evident on my face as I tried again, but it just didn't work.
To make things worse, Avyansh ji wasn't here yet. He had been angry with me ever since the market incident.
I knew it was my fault for not informing him before going to help that child. But it wasn't entirely my fault, was it? I sighed again, guilt mixing with my nerves.
As I fumbled with the dupatta, the door creaked open. Startled, I turned around. I hadn't even realized I hadn't locked it.
It was him-Avyansh
He stood there, dressed in a crisp green dhoti and kurta, looking effortlessly handsome, the angavastram draped over his shoulder adding to his charm. His sharp eyes softened as they landed on me, and I froze, unsure of what to say.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. His gaze traveled to the mess I was making with the dupatta.
"Ye ho raha hai Aapse?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, his tone half amused, half serious.
I flushed, trying to look anywhere but at him. "Nahi... woh... bas...," I stammered.
He sighed, walking toward me. "Hatiye" he said firmly, gesturing for me to step aside.
"What? Nahi, main-"
"Mishti..," he interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Move."
Reluctantly, I stepped aside, and he picked up the dupatta, examining it for a moment. Then, with practiced ease, he began draping it.
"Pehle yahan se piche...," he muttered, tucking one end at the back of my waist. His fingers brushed against my skin, and I stiffened. He didn't seem to notice, his focus entirely on fixing the drape.
"Phir yahan se samne...," he said, bringing the fabric over my shoulder. His hands worked deftly, pinning it in place.
I couldn't help but stare at him, his proximity making my heart race. His jaw was set, his eyes determined.
"Bas, ho gaya," he said finally, stepping back to look at his work.
I glanced at myself in the mirror. The dupatta was draped perfectly, better than I could've ever managed.
"Thank you," I mumbled, looking down.
He didn't respond immediately. When I looked up, I found him staring at me.
"Chaliye," he said.
I glanced at him, hoping to catch a hint of something in his expression-anything. But no, he didn't even look at me much.
My heart sank slightly, and I felt a pang of disappointment. I mean... what was I even expecting? That he'd say something more? Do something more?
"Wth are you thinking, Avantika? Focus," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head to clear the unnecessary thoughts.
