BOOK 1 OF THE UNEXPECTED SERIES
In a world where tradition clashes with modernity, Vaidehi is a modern-day princess bound by society's rigid expectations.
Saransh, a brooding prince with a shadowed past, one he's not keen to reveal. Despite his nobl...
Hii guys, Ik joote khane wala kaam kiya hai and uske liye really really sorry.
But as most of you know I am a med student and the studies got really intense since I had exams plus we had to give farewell to our senior batch so I was really busy in college. We also have postings in the hospital where we have to see patients so I was just really slumped. And when all this was over my fufa jii died. So yeah, a lot of things were happening and I didn't open my wattpad for like 2.5 months straight.
Lastly, writing this chapter made me so emotional. I hope it is good.
Thankyou for all your patience, I will update frequently from now on.
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We returned to our rooms after dinner with Himanshu's family. The dinner... well, let's just say it felt like a television soap. Now I truly understood that Himanshu and Diya's family was even more dysfunctional than they were. Honestly, it was a miracle the two of them turned out as decent as they did.
I slipped quickly into my night-suit while Saransh headed for a shower. When he emerged, a towel slung dangerously low around his waist, droplets of water trailing down his chest, I found myself shamelessly checking him out. My throat went dry, and I swallowed hard before blurting, "I'm sorry about how my brothers behaved today. They're just really protective of me. I'll talk to them."
Saransh's gaze flicked to mine, calm as always. "No need," he said simply, ruffling his damp hair with another towel. "We already talked."
I blinked. "Really? What did you guys talk about?"
A slow, familiar smirk tugged at his lips. "Nothing much. We were just... bitching about you."
My mouth dropped open. "You were what!?" I snapped, folding my arms across my chest in mock fury.
But the effect backfired spectacularly. Saransh's gaze dropped instantly, his eyes darkening as they lingered far too long on the very curves my arms were now pressing together.
"Oh gosh!" I yelped, heat rushing to my cheeks as I quickly uncrossed my arms and shoved them to my sides, as if caught red-handed.
His smirk deepened. "You should get angry more often," he winked.
"Alright, I'm angry now," I snapped at Saransh and headed straight to bed. I threw the blanket over myself with all the drama I could muster.
Now the thing is—duniya ki har ladki ko naraz hokar yeh dekhna pasand hai ki unka chahne wala unhe aake manata hai yaa nahi. I never got to have the opportunity to have such kind of expectations from anyone.
(Every girl in the world likes to get angry and see whether her loved one pacifies her or not.)
