What the character she imagined as her husband is actually the opposite, which man he hates more.
Does she have the ability to change her fate? Or she changes her husband? Will she end up in loving him or he will end up in loving her?
This is a str...
He touched her shoulder, a man touch made her shudder at the moment and saw him advanced to her with a smirk. She looked at him confused and shocked.
"Do you feel like Caught in Tiger's hand?" He asked as his hand unabashedly wandering all over her hips.
Shit!!!
Pragya felt like dried in the rays of sunlight, what was better to be burned or buried. Both are hell, she can't able to go out either enter his room. Begrudgingly she asked, "Shall we go to your home?"
"Hey, tell it's Our home", Abhi corrected as he added, "Sure"
"Beta. Why can't you stay at least one day?" Raghav suggested, seeing them all set to leave. "Oh no need. Will you leave tomorrow? Then we would try to come send off you" Abhi told arrogantly, indirectly telling him don't come to his home. Pragya felt sad for his dad, to hear words from him. But all was his decision to get a arrogant Rich Son in law, let him have.
"Pragu" Sarla called out her sweetly as she moved to the car window. "I am going Chachi maa" Pragya said deliberately. Yes. If it was her mother, true mother she would never made this happen for her. She is Chachi maa right. So it was.
"What Chachi?" Sarla said panicking hearing her, she never rose her like Chachi. "Yes. Chachi" Pragya said firmly before the car starts.
"So sad", Abhi said pitiful after some moments of driving.
It was 30 kilometres away from the city, an isolated place. The car entered the green painted large walls surrounded safely in midst, the pathway was neatly kept. Side of inside the road, the lawn are beautifully managed, green and still fresh. As the Car halted before the large Door, Khakhi Uniform worn watchman came running to open the door saluting for his Master.
The center of the garden was adorned with water fountains keep sprinting the lower small pool surrounded by it. She stepped out of the car to see Most elegant palace like bungalow before her eyes. Magnificent door was completed made of with teak, still shining. Abhi pressed the Bell, Pragya hovered her eyes all over studying the place. The walls are made of full stylish marbles, and the floors are glowing with tiles fixed. As the glass fixed in between showed her refelction.
The door flung open as Servants with suited uniform came forward to welcome their new Madam. An old lady came with her hand holding out Aarti Plate. She smiled at them moving Aarti plate before them in oscillation then putting kumkum on Abhi forehead. "What is this Dadi?" Abhi put on grimace look.
"It's traditional puttar. I just want you both to stay together as Root and Sand always holding together. Supporting each other and have more kids" She wished as her eyes formed tears.
"My mom passed away giving birth to me handing me to her" He said to Pragya devoid of emotion. He introduced everyone to her, and took her upstairs.
After introduction she followed him quietly, the stairs lead to again two individual side stairs on right side and left side. He took right side stair, while her eyes roamed on the Paintings decored on the walls. Some adorable. Some Impressive. Some clueless. Seeing her deep in thoughts he asked, "What was you thinking?"
No reply..
"Hey. What's you thinking" he repeated.
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No reply. She ignored his questions and kept walking. He pulled her hands abruptly to his hold making her land on his chest. "If I ask anything tell me" He said rudely as she nodded in obligation.
