"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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"Both the son's of the family are getting married! Why is everyone acting as if it's a mourning!" Rashmi huffed, turning towards Saransh.
"Event organizer? Here's the playlist, go and play it!" A smirk played on her lips as she handed him a piece of paper. Saransh took a moment to process her words, his jaw tightening in fury.
"Rashmi...." Vyas tried to intervene. "Uncle, professionalism is also a thing, isn't it, Saransh?" Rashmi cut him off, swallowing his anger, Saransh snatched the playlist and walked toward the DJ booth.
The pristine white sherwani slid over Randheer's shoulders, its intricate embroidery glistening under the light yet his face was devoid of emotion as he stood before the mirror, his reflection exuding an aura of power and royalty.
Running a hand through his smooth hair, Randheer let out a soft sigh, suppressing the aching urge to rush to Parthvi's room.
Setting the red scarf over his shoulders, he jerked his sherwani into place his restrain visible in his motions.
"Randheer, I don't need to say anything. Your eyes already testify to your love!" Aadarsh turned him around, carefully placing the turban on his head and adjusting the scarf.
"I don't love her!" Randheer replied, his words a blatant lie. "Shall we go to the wedding pavilion?" Aadarsh simply smiled making randheer divert his gaze.
As Randheer and Aadarsh walked out together, every pair of eyes turned toward them, their presence alone commanding power and authority.
Each step Randheer took toward the pavilion a desperation to prove himself that he doesn't love parthvi built in his chest.
Adbhut Anupama Atulit Var Vadhu Sakal Vishv Main Gauri Shiva Hai Adbhut Anupama Atulit Var Vadhu Sakal Vishv Main Gauri Shiva Hai
Draped in a royal red lehenga, Parthvi's fair complexion glowed under its deep hues. Adorned in heavy jewelry, she looked nothing short of a queen.
The delicate clink of Parthvi and Chaya's bangles and anklets echoed through the silent hall as they walked down with Madhuri and Rashmi, a wave of nervousness gripped Parthvi's chest as she stole a glance at her family but none of them met her eyes.
Tears welled in Parthvi's big, kohl-rimmed eyes her vulnerability threatening to spill as her gaze locked onto Randheer's icy, unreadable gaze.
The intensity in his stare sent a shiver down her spine, heat creeping up her back as she moved closer to him.
Vedanshi, standing in the corner, longed to join but Veer's stern gaze held her back, making her feel helplessly vulnerable. Rashmi strode toward her confidently, grabbing her hand before pulling her toward the center, beside Chaya.
