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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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
The Raghuvanshi Mansion was sleeping under the warm embrace of midnight silence. The only sound that occasionally broke the stillness was the faint ticking of the antique clock in the hallway. The moonlight streamed softly through the curtains of Abhimanyu and Anika’s room, casting silver shadows across the bed where Anika lay curled up under the blanket, lost in her beauty sleep.
The clock’s hand finally touched 12:00 a.m. the moment when a new day began, the moment when his girl turned a year older.
Abhimanyu stood near the bedside, quietly watching her sleep. Her face was calm, her lips parted slightly, her long lashes resting gently on her cheeks. He smiled faintly there was a softness in his expression that the rest of the world never saw. In the boardroom, he was the powerful businessman Abhimanyu Raghuvanshi. But here, in this dimly lit room, he was just a man hopelessly in love with his wife.
He leaned closer, whispering in her ear, his breath brushing against her skin. “Anika… wake up, sweetheart.”
She groaned softly, turning away, burying her face in the pillow. “Let me sleep, Abhi…” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
He chuckled under his breath. “Not now, baby,” he said, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You can sleep later.”
Anika sighed dramatically but refused to open her eyes. That made him smile even more. He bent closer, his lips touching the shell of her ear. “It’s midnight,” he whispered. “And it’s your day, Mrs. Raghuvanshi.”
Slowly, her lashes fluttered open. Confusion clouded her sleepy eyes for a moment before realization dawned on her. “Abhi… abhi ke time pe jagane ka kya reason hai?” (What’s the reason for waking me up at this hour?)
He didn’t answer her directly. Instead, he gently took her hand, helping her sit up on the bed. “Come with me, before anyone else wishes you,” he said in that soft but commanding tone she could never resist.
“Before anyone else?” she repeated, still half-asleep, her brows knitting together. “Why?”
He smiled mysteriously. “Because I want us to be there… not everyone.”
There was something in his voice something deep, tender, possessive that made her heart skip a beat. She stared at him for a second, then finally nodded and stood up, still barefoot, her hair messy, eyes blinking drowsily.
He held her hand as they walked quietly out of the room. The entire mansion was dark and silent. Even the servants were asleep. He led her down the marble staircase, out through the grand entrance where his black Rolls-Royce waited under the soft glow of the moonlight.
“Abhi… yeh sab kya hai?” she asked, curiosity finally sparking in her sleepy eyes. (Abhi, what is all this?)
“You’ll see,” he replied simply, opening the car door for her. She stepped inside, the soft leather seat cool against her skin. As soon as he sat beside her, the car rolled out of the mansion gates.
