Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
📖 "Alliance Fixed: A New Beginning" ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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Time really does fly. Two months. That's how long Adhiraj and I have been navigating this roller coaster of a marriage. We've fought, sulked, refused to talk, and then like the adults we pretend to be made up. It's almost become a rhythm, a predictable cycle of love, war, and truce.
But today? Today feels like a battle brewing. Today is a big day. The entire family Hukum-sa, Rithvik, Maa-sa, Baba-sa, Priya, Dadi-sa, everyone is heading to Sharma Residence, my maayka. The agenda? To finalize Ishita and Rithvik's marriage. My sister is practically shaking with nerves, but I've been her human shield all morning, assuring her.
"Relax, Ishu. Just be yourself. Rithvik loves you, and that's all that matters."
Now, if only I could take my own advice. Because here I am, standing in front of the mirror, wrestling with my saree pleats, while my husband is yelling like a madman.
"Siya! Are you still not ready? Ab tak kaunsa fashion show chal raha hai?!"
"Siya! Are you still not ready? What kind of fashion show is going on?" he shouts from behind me. I grit my teeth, my patience dangling by a thread. He and his refined Hindi!
"One more word, and I'll make sure you walk into Sharma Residence alone. Barefoot. In a dhoti."
"That's fine by me!" he retorts.
"But let me remind you, you've been in this exact position for the past 20 minutes. How hard is it to pin a saree?!"
"Ughhh, I don't know," I snap, turning to glare at him, the unpinned pleats flapping like rebellious flags.
"Maybe as hard as it was for you to style your hair for an hour! Ek ghanta, Adhiraj. Ek ghanta! And now, suddenly, I'm the one taking too long?" He sighs, raking a hand through his perfectly styled hair.
"It's called effort. Maybe you should try it sometime."
My jaw drops.
"Effort? You're lucky you're still alive after that comment," He rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like Drama queen. I take a deep breath, reminding myself that murder is illegal and I have a family event to attend.
"Listen, since morning, I've been running around like a headless chicken, making sure everything is perfect. Now that I'm finally getting ready, you're breathing down my neck like I'm delaying the whole universe. Just leave me alone Raj!" He raises an eyebrow.
"Oh, trust me. I'd love to. But if you don't get ready in the next five minutes, I'll be the one getting the earful from Maa-sa and Dadi-sa. And you know they don't care about your saree struggles."
"Five minutes?!" I scoff, jabbing a finger at him.
"You spent an hour on your hairstyle. I deserve at least another thirty minutes to look decent!"
