•Shaurya × Sonali•
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What Sonali Mehra never imagined was to have a man sitting in front of her who was supposed to nod his head for an 'I do' for proceeding further with the proposal of marriage, shaking his h...
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Sonali was trying everything she could from her side to give their relationship as much importance as it needed. Be it in front of family members, outsiders or even among themselves. She hasn't been a sticky glue in private or public for a matter of fact, she has been keeping a safe space between them but that hasn't stopped her from leaving any chance of annoying him or passing jibes every once in a while over little things.
She wasn't sure if she did it for her own amusement or she just wanted to have an interaction with him. She liked to believe in the former reason.
Being rejected thrice and the additional contributions of the deal as well as her own issues were already too much for her to even think about getting involved in something as soul consuming as romance willingly with the man who'd outright told her he's not interested in her as a person.
As human beings perhaps there was just so much one could restrain themselves from having expectations because there was still a little light of hope in her heart for having a normal life one day. Sonali had chosen to keep this hope locked up in a cage.
Instead of trying to meld things between herself and Shaurya she'd rather not involve him into the matter that didn't look as promising as she'd expected it to. She'd been trying to arrange a meeting with Govind Khandelwal and every time the coins kept turning opposite of what she's betting on.
She brushed off the nonexistent crease from her dress as she got out of the car near the entrance of the exhibition hall. Rishabh gestured her to go in while he drove to the parking area. She gave a perfunctory nod and pressed her lips together, taking in a deep breath.
An art exhibition, something she wasn't that interested or knowledgeable in at all and yet this was the only place she was able to get intel about the gathering of several bigots today.
Sonali had worn a dramatically draped on the top half white flowy dress that sat like a corset over her waist, the sleeves flared up until a little above her wrist that was adorned with a simple rose gold bracelet.
Her hair was left open in wavy curls, the neck adorned a thin rose gold chain with a key shaped pendant and there were matching studs shining on her ears. While her dress ended a few inches above her ankle with a mild flare to it, she seemed taller than usual in the black spool heels.
Her hold on the simple black Saint Laurent clutch tightened whilst she walked into the chilly premises. She immediately regretted not bringing a jacket simultaneously as she made her way further in and found most people carrying one. Luckily her dress wasn't that thin and had longer sleeves.
As composed as she seemed on the surface in the process of slowly walking around and looking at artistic pieces, acting as if she could tell what meaning they held.
