Shivansh Raghuvanshi x Isha Maheshwari
"I don't believe in this shit, do not accept anything from me, i don't have time to waste no this shit called love, you have time u can say no. "
"YOU ARE MINE GET THIS IN YOUR BRAIN
YOU ARE FUVKING MINE JAAN...
At least complete the target - 65+ votes, 20 comments and 85+ followers.
More than 3200+ words.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Shivansh's POV
We walked together into the garden, the soft glow of the afternoon sun casting its golden light over everything. I couldn’t help but notice how she looked today. Isha was wearing a stunning blue suit, a deep steely blue that complimented her skin perfectly. The fabric of the long suit draped gracefully over her figure, and the intricate embroidery on the neckline shimmered in the light. She wore a delicate blue dupatta over her shoulder, and the way it moved with each step, like a breeze, only added to her elegance.
Her earrings were small, silver jhumka that caught the light with every movement. I noticed the little jingles they made as she walked, the soft sound almost like a whisper of her presence. Her eyes… I couldn’t help but keep staring at her. There was something about the way her bindi sat perfectly between her eyes, making them appear even more striking. She looked so calm, yet there was an intensity that I couldn’t place.
I walked behind her, letting my eyes follow her every movement. It wasn’t hard to see why she was so captivating. The more I watched her, the more my mind seemed to get lost in her.
When we reached the garden area, I saw her stop in front of the blooming flowers, their colors vibrant in the bright light. It was peaceful here, but the way she was taking it all in, the way she moved, I couldn’t tear my gaze away.
She then spotted the swing in the corner of the garden, and after a moment’s hesitation, she turned to me and asked softly, “Can I sit here?”
I nodded, but my focus was entirely on her. She sat down gracefully, her hands lightly gripping the ropes of the swing as she began to move back and forth. The sight of her, so at peace, made something in my chest tighten.
I stood there for a moment, watching her, before I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “What is it about you that drives me crazy?” I muttered under my breath, just loud enough for me to hear.
She stopped swinging, her gaze flicking to me with a sharp intensity, and in that moment, I knew she wasn’t just physically present. She was fully aware, fully engaged. Then her voice cut through the air, her tone sharp, but full of emotion.
“What the hell is this, isha?” i said, my voice trembling with frustration. “You agree to the wedding, but then you throw this condition in between us. What the hell does that mean? You’re going to marry me, but you’re burning me alive with this nonsense. What’s your game?”
My words hit harder than I expected. I could feel the tension between us, but I didn’t speak right away. I could tell she was waiting for something from me.
