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Ruhanika, a quiet introvert with a passion for books and study. She thrives in the world of words, finding solace in...
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After last night, today the entire family had gathered at my house to finalize the wedding dates.
Apparently, both Vihaan and I can't wait to get married soon.
By the time I got home in the evening, my duty was done and thankfully my shift ended earlier than usual. I was drained to the bone, and my research work was still pending I had to work on this too.
After a long refreshing shower, I opened my wardrobe and pulled out a dress. Okay Ruhii, you need to look decent. Not too extra, not too dull.
I settled on a soft beige suit with silver and pastel embroidery along the neckline, sleeves, and hem. The matching dupatta had delicate borders that made it look elegant.
Standing in front of the mirror, I dried my hair properly and pinned back a few strands with a clutcher. My face still looked pale from the day, so I added a little lip tint, blush, and eyeliner.
Better. At least now I look like a living human and not a zombie doctor.
It was already past 8 when I picked up my phone and finally walked downstairs. Each step made my heart thump louder.
Why do I feel like I am going for viva instead of a wedding date discussion?
Okay Ruhanika start revising to distract yourself from this nervousness.
The living room was buzzed with soft chatter, the table in between was crowded with tea cups, water glasses, and snack plates.
Atharv, of course, was glued to his gaming tablet in his room. I peeked through the open door and saw him completely lost, fingers moving faster than my brain during an exam.
"Ruhii, come here," Adhya ma'am called warmly-i mean Adhya mumma.
Quickly adjusting my dupatta, I walked in and sat beside her.
My eyes, traitors as always, immediately searched for Vihaan. He wasn't there.
Where is he?
Then I spotted him near the kitchen, phone pressed to his ear, and the brows furrowed. But the second he ended the call and saw me, his expression softened. He slid his phone into his pocket and walked toward us, gaze fixed straight on me.
And then that smile.
Uff!!! Now my heart has officially skipped into another dimension.
He sat down beside me, and I instinctively shifted, giving him space.
"What took you so long?" he asked in a low voice.
"I was getting ready," I whispered, my throat suddenly dry.
Translation: I was trying not to look like a witch in front of you.
He gave a faint smile and, under the cover of my dupatta, slipped his hand into mine. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, making my pulse sprint like it was in some marathon.
