The illegitimate daughter of a powerful businessman, she was sent to live with her six half-brothers after her father's sudden death.
The boys were born from privilege, pride, and perfectly manicured bloodlines. No one welcomed her. No one cared.
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I couldn't believe my eyes that the girl standing in front of the mirror was me. I feel like a princess wearing this beautiful dress. I move in the room from one corner to another, twirling.
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*KNOCK* *KNOCK*
Giving myself a last look in the mirror, i move forward to open the door, thinking it must be Rudra Bhai to accompany me to the hall where the engagement ceremony is going to take place.
I open the door, grinning. But instead of Rudra, it was Aditya. It's not that i am not happy seeing him. But with Rudra, things happen with ease.
"Where is Rudra Bhai?" I asked, frowning and trying to search for Rudra behind Aditya.
He raised an eyebrow. "Let's go."
"But Rudra Bhai was going to pick me,"
"He is busy welcoming guests with Atharyu Bhai. And if you will ask one more question, then you can walk to the venue yourself."
Turning, he started walking away. Hurriedly closing the door, i followed him.
"The least you could do is walk slowly. I am wearing heels."
But my request went to deaf ears. Instead of walking, i was jogging behind him.
"That's why i prefer Rudra Bhai; he understands," I uttered loudly so that he could hear.
"You could have just walked by yourself. Nobody forced you," He spoke, still not slowing down.
After walking for a while, a beautifully decorated venue comes into my view. Damn, i also want a dreamy wedding like this with Ansh. Biting my lips, I tried to contain the smile threatening on my lips.
There were media at the entrance to capture the high-profile guests. I held Aditya's hand, feeling conscious of the amount of camera flashes.
We lead our way inside. "Mr. Rajput, one photo with your sister, please, Mr. Rajput."
"Look this way, Ms. Rajput,"
"Please pose for the camera."
And then it happened, which I never imagined would happen. Aditya stopped, encircled his arm around my shoulder, and posed in front of the camera.
