Where is bride mr. Mehra his father asked?
There parents are looking down they don't have words to say to them that there daughter run away from her own marriage...
Sorry Raghuvanshi sahab mai aapke hath judta ho mujhe maaf karde .
Ab kuch nhi ho sa...
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The entire house was buzzing with the spirit of Holi. The fragrance of freshly made sweets, the loud laughter of family members, and the beats of festive music filled the air. Colors flew in every direction, staining clothes, faces, and even souls with an irreplaceable joy.
Abhimanyu sat with his family, his plate filled with gujiyas and thandai, savoring the sweet taste of the festival. But his real feast wasn’t the food—it was Anika, sitting beside him, completely unaware of the fire she was igniting within him.
She was laughing, her face glowing under the hues of red and yellow smeared across her cheeks. Her saree, though draped carefully, had slightly slipped from her waist, exposing a sliver of soft skin that had never before met his gaze. Abhimanyu’s eyes darkened.
Anika rarely dressed in a way that revealed much of her body. She was always conscious of her curves, always wrapping herself in a manner that left little room for wandering eyes. But today, amidst the carefree aura of Holi, she had let her guard down—just a little.
And it was enough for Abhimanyu.
His fingers itched to touch, to claim, to drag her into their room and make her aware of just how much he adored every inch of her. His gaze traced the curve of her waist, imagining his hands fitting perfectly there, holding her close—so close that she wouldn't be able to take a single breath without feeling him.
He licked the remnants of sugar from his lips, his thoughts turning sinful.
Just then, Anika turned towards him, her laughter still lingering on her lips. Her eyes caught his—deep, burning, filled with something raw and possessive. Confusion flickered across her face before realization dawned.
He was staring at her waist.
Heat rushed to her cheeks, her body stiffening slightly as she quickly pulled her saree’s pallu over the exposed skin.
Abhimanyu smirked, his lips curling into a teasing, cakey smile as he continued eating, as if he hadn’t just been caught imagining all sorts of wicked things about his wife.
Anika's fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted her saree properly. She knew she wasn’t the kind of woman people called ‘slim’ or ‘perfect.’ She had curves, soft and full, and sometimes, she felt insecure about them. She never let anyone see too much of her body, fearing judgment—even from her own husband.
What she didn’t know was that her husband worshipped her curves.
Before she could say anything, her mother-in-law suddenly walked up to them, her expression playful.
"Arre, tum dono ne gujiya toh nahi kha li? Usmein bhaang mila tha!" she teased, winking at them.
Anika and Abhimanyu froze, their eyes widening as they looked at each other.
