....˖☆𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 + 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞☆˖....
"You can't marry him Vaani" I said staring deep in her eyes gritting my teeth my chest tighten with unfamiliar and unbearable pain , just the thought of her being with someone else kills...
Do mahine lagana is Target ko complete krne me bhi🥺🖐🏻 _____________
Loookkk who update just a day before her Birzaayyyy 🐥🎀 Huff!! Ab bekar engagement de ke mood off na karna apni author ka !
Alsooo I wanna repeat one more thing THERE'S NO SPICY AND ADULT SCENES IN THIS BOOK if that's boaring for you leave the book because I had written this warning in Author's Note part only still I get comments about it , There will be kiss and bit more Romance but nothing explicit so if you are hoping for it , and finding the book boaring without it , sorry but not sorry it's not goona come .
Themkya 🎀 ______________________
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Varanasi glowed like a celestial dream, illuminated as if the city itself rejoiced in the union of two souls in love. The palace shimmered under golden lights, soft music drifting through the air, blending seamlessly with the lively chatter of guests adorned in dazzling attire. Laughter and joy danced in every corner, the atmosphere alive with celebration.
As the palace bells chimed softly, marking the beginning of the ceremony, the night seemed to hold its breath. In the distance, the Ganga flowed under the moon's gentle glow, as if whispering blessings upon a love that had endured time, pain, and destiny. And now, that love was about to be sealed-with rings, with vows, and with forever.
In a grand chamber adorned with intricate carvings and golden drapes, a young woman sat before an opulent mirror, her reflection bathed in the soft glow of flickering candles. Dressed in a resplendent golden lehenga, embroidered with delicate threads of zari and tiny sequins that shimmered like captured stardust, she looked ethereal. The intricate patterns of her ensemble, each stitch woven with care, cascaded gracefully over her as if embracing her in a regal embrace. Her jewelry-heavy jhumkas swaying gently, a maang tikka resting delicately on her forehead, and bangles chiming with every hesitant movement-only enhanced her enchanting aura.
Her makeup, subtle yet captivating, highlighted the natural glow of her skin. Kohl-lined eyes held a depth of unspoken emotions, her lips painted a soft blush of anticipation. She gazed at herself in the mirror, her fingers lightly brushing the elaborate necklace resting against her collarbone, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth rising within her.
