Finally, the morning arrived.
Ram and Tripura, stood at the departure gate with their luggage.
Tripura looked… suspiciously alert — as if her mother or Bhoomi might call and continue their “romance gyaan campaign” at any moment.
The tickets were handed over to them.
Tripura held Ram’s arm, a little excited, a little shy.
Ram looked at her sideways.
“Tipsy… tum theek ho na!? Itni chup kyun ho?”
She swallowed. And faked a smile.
“Nahi—nahi, I’m fine... Bilkul fine. Totally fine. Extra fine!”
Ram smirked.
“Extra?”
Tripura glared.
“Shut up and walk.”
They stepped into the flight tunnel.
While back home, Bhoomi and Tripura’s mom were busy analyzing.
Bhoomi whispered to Sexy,
“Sexy, do you think maa understood ANYTHING we tried to teach?”
Sexy sighed dramatically,
“She ran out of the room making ambulance noises.
God… help us.”
They watched the sky and whispered silent prayers.
But inside the plane?
Ram leaned down to Tripura’s ear and whispered,
“By the way… I for sure know that you’re hiding something from me.”
Tripura stiffened.
Ram grinned.
“Which I’ll make you confess… in Sydney.”
Tripura gasped and slapped his arm.
“RAM!”
Passengers turned to look.
Ram laughed.
And just like that — the Sydney trip officially began.
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Sydney —
The moment they stepped out of the airport, the cold Sydney breeze kissed Tripura’s face.
She inhaled deeply, smiling like a child seeing Disneyland for the first time.
Ram dragged their suitcases behind him like a dutiful assistant, huffing slightly because her bags weighed more than his existence.
Before he could complain, a group of six bodyguards walked up briskly.
“Dr. Tripura, welcome to Sydney,” the lead guard greeted warmly.
Tripura smiled.
“Hello, Leo.”
Ram blinked.
Leo bowed slightly to Ram.
“Sir, we’ve been instructed to take full care of both of you.”
Ram puffed proudly.
“Haan haan. Obviously.”
One bodyguard gently took the luggage from Ram’s hands.
Ram: “Oh. Uh. Thanks…”
Tripura hid a laugh behind her scarf.
They were escorted to a sleek black car — the kind that probably cost more than Ram’s entire monthly business turnover.
The doors were opened for them, luggage neatly stored, and within seconds…
WHOOSH.
The car sped through Sydney’s clean roads, skyscrapers gleaming.
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Layers of Us
FanfictionTripura never wanted to marry him. Ram never wanted to love her. Tradition bound them. Their pasts broke them. ______________________________________ In a world where family dictates destiny, Tripura Nagrajan finds herself trapped in an arranged mar...
