My Perfect Life follows Alia Mehra, a 22-year-old dreamer who longs for her Prince Charming and a flawless life amidst the challenges and dangers that stand in her way. Alia, a quintessential romantic, immerses herself in fairy-tales and romance nov...
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ALIA'S POV
I was sitting in front of mirror getting ready for my marriage. Some were doing my make-up and some were getting my hair done. I was sitting here blushing from my cousins' teasing comments. I couldn't help it but think about my fiancé and soon-to-be husband in few hours. And I will be Mrs. Alia Raj Oberoi.
After my makeup and hair was done, I stood up and went to wear my bridal dress which was chosen by my soon to be mother-in-law. It's a ritual that the bridal dress comes from the in-law's house, mainly chosen by the mother-in-law.
My bridal dress was a brown and golden lehenga choli. It's a plain brown with a little stone work at the bottom of the lehenga and the choli was also plain with little stone work. And the dupatta was also plain with little stone work but it was made of mesh net.
I was standing in front of the mirror looking at myself. Everybody had left the room after making sure that I looked perfect. I was thinking about that day when I went to receive Raj at airport. It's been two weeks to that day.
*flashback*
"But why will my family delay the marriage or even if it gets delayed what will happen that you are that much worried?" I shot back on my feet myself, not understanding his reason for frustration.
"Because I want to make you MINE as soon as possible. Do you get me?" Raj replied, grasping my upper arms, and shaking me a little while bringing me close to him.
This was the second time I was seeing Raj shout at me and that too on the same day. God Ji, yeh kya ho raha hai? (What is this going on?) We were standing so close to each other that if one of us moves even a little bit more, our lips could touch. And I didn't want my first kiss to happen out of anger.
"R-Raj, what are you doing? You are hurting me please leave my hand," I whispered to Raj, stuttering in between.
"I-I am so-sorry. I didn't mean that." Raj immediately sprung back and let go of my arms. Was he bipolar?
I examined my arms. There were red marks forming because how tight he had held it. Yes, it's going to take time to get rid of these bruises.
"I am so sorry, Alia, I never meant to hurt you. It's just that I just don't want to lose you," Raj apologized, pleading at me with his eyes.
"It's ok. But you are not going to lose me Raj. I know my family. They love me very much and respects my decisions. I know they can be very protective over me but it's their way of showing their love. They are not going to say anything to you. Trust me."
"Alia, I wanted to say something to you. I was going to wait till our marriage but I think you should know this. Even if this marriage calls off in future."
