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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ABHIMANYU RAGHUVANSHI|POV
Night settles quietly over the house, but my mind isn’t quiet at all.
I should be asleep. I should be resting after an entire day of meetings, responsibilities, birthday wishes, and the emotional chaos of pretending I wasn’t waiting for one call.
Her call.
But now she’s here. She baked a cake for me. She cooked for me. She decorated the whole dining table for me.
And still, even after everything… I can’t get enough of her.
I sit on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, watching her on the other side of the room.
Our bedroom is dim, lit by the soft golden lamp on her dresser. Anika stands in front of the mirror, hair tied up loosely, applying moisturizer to her face and neck… completely lost in her own world.
Her skin glows under the warm light. Her reflection calm, soft, beautiful fills the mirror.
I don’t think she realizes what she does to me.
Every small thing, Her biting her lip while concentrating, Her tucking her hair behind her ear, Her sighing softly when she gets tired…
Everything pulls me toward her.
I can't look away.
She’s rubbing moisturizer slowly into her cheeks when something in me snaps.
I get up from the bed.
I don’t even bother to wear my slippers. My steps are soundless on the carpet.
She notices nothing.
She’s still focused on her reflection, talking to herself in her head.
I reach her. She senses my presence when I’m already standing behind her.
A little gasp escapes her lips when she sees me in the mirror.
“Abhi… you scared me,” she whispers.
I smile lazily.
“Did I?”
She nods, flustered, trying to look away from my gaze in the mirror.
But I capture her waist with my hands before she can.
The moment my fingers touch her waist, she stiffens for half a second… then melts into me like warm wax.
