"Pehle pyaar ko bhulate bhulate jab dusri baar pyaar aaega to jodne se jada tod ke jaega!"
Trying to suppress the pull they felt, he made rudeness his facade yet her tears twirling everything inside him. The urge in him to protect her only to ruin h...
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In the garden of the Rathore mansion, the air bustled with the scent of fresh flowers and rhythmic beats of the dhol.
Aadarsh sat in the center of a large brass tub, his white kurta now partially transparent hugging his abs and biceps smeared with turmeric as the women applied haldi to his skin with joyous laughter. The playful filling the atmosphere.
Randheer strode out of the house, the darker shade of yellow of his well-fitted kurta complementing his sharp features and tanned skin tone.
A pristine white scarf hanging around his neck, flowing slightly as he walked towards aadarsh, his presence demanding attention without effort.
"Halat dekh rahe ho humari abhi bhi karni hai shaadi?" Aadarsh huffed irritated "Haa jarur tumko to bhaiya bhaiya karengi humare pran lelegi tumhari behen!" Randheer shrugged and Aadarsh chuckled shaking his head in mock exasperation.
(Look at my condition, do you still want me to get married?/ Of course, your sister will keep you calling 'brother brother' and take my life instead.)
"Lelo tum maje apni shaadi ke humari main to abhi waqt hai waise hai kaha humari madam?" Randheer asked his gaze looking for Parthvi while Aadarsh looked at him helpess.
(Enjoy your own wedding, mine still has time, by the way where is my dear fiancé?)
"Rehndo bhai tum hum khud hi dhundh lenge!" Randheer rolled his eyes walking away.
(Forget it, brother. I'll find her myself!)
A gaze was fixed on Randheer as he navigated through the ground but his gaze was fixated only on his Parthvi as her giggles echoed in the ground.
Her golden suit shimmering in the sunlight, her naturally fair skin glowing. Devoid of worries, her face radiated an ethereal charm and innocence.
Her dark curls were braided in a messy braid with a few strands framing her face, enhancing her effortless beauty.
A smirk played on a girl's lips as she approached Randheer. "Hi, I'm Anahita!" she introduced herself with a shy yet hopeful smile adorning her lips.
"Randheer. Do you need something?" he asked, his tone direct and to the point.
"You're too handsome to be so straightforward! That charm, that smile, uff." Anahita released a dreamy sigh.
Parthvi, standing just behind with her hands covered in haldi, narrowed her gaze at the unfolding scene with her lips pressing into a firm line.
"At the very least, we could have a dance together. I saw you yesterday, you're an incredible dancer." Anahita's hand lifted slightly, reaching out to touch his arm but before it could, Randheer took a deliberate step back.
"You saw my dance, my charm and my smile, I hope you also noticed my hand." Randheer extended his hand slightly, revealing his engagement ring adorning his ring finger.
