Status- *Ongoing* & *Unedited*
Sometimes women love more.
"Duniya jab kismat se takrana seekhti,
Tab maine kismat ke saamne jukna seekha tha.
Shayad kismat mein unse ishq nahi lekin unka intezaar likha tha.,"
(When the world learnt on how to fi...
Btw I don't know if you guys would read this or not but still. You might have noticed the length of chapters is fluctuating, my way of writing is also fluctuating and also I am asking you all to review the book more frequently than I used to ask in the past.
Reason- I am a newbie author exploring my styles of writing and finding out what suits me.
And being my 1st book, this story will have the most edits/ changes after it undergoes editing. Even a little changes in characters/storyline also.
So that is the reason I am asking you guys to review characters, storyline, etc so when I edit the book I keep in mind on what to keep constant and what to change.
By the way, none of you answered my question in the previous chapter ! Is it offensive of just that you guys dislike Nishtha's character ?
I really hoped you guys could answer it and give me constructive reviews about her character development.
Par koi na ! I guess until my next book you guys would be more open to commenting your views (in a peaceful manner).
HAPPY READING !💫
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*Ranvijay's POV*:-
The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room.
I groggily rubbed my eyes, the remnants of sleep still clinging to me like a fog I couldn’t shake off. The memories of last night flashed back to my mind like a sweet dream, the one I never wished to forget.
It started a new beginning for our relationship, one where I had promised to be the director of the relationship, to protect Nishtha at all costs and be by her side always.
I wanted to do nothing but hug Nishtha to sleep again but something felt amiss, my hands felt lighter, empty.
Did she shift away in her sleep ?
I spread them out more to feel Nishtha, perhaps she might have slipped away in her sleep. But when my hands touched just the empty air my eyes shot open. Her absence irking me in a bad way.
I jerked up straight.
Ready to call her name out loud but then, I saw her.
Nishtha, my wife, my equal.
It was as if my breath had returned back to me. Her back faced me but I could see her image clearly through the mirror in front.
She stood in front of the mirror, her focus on the task at hand—wearing the pleats of her saree, making sure every fold was perfect, her hands moved briskly as she pleated the saree talked about her experience in draping it.
