Drishti's POV
(A/N: Readers be like, " finally this idiot got some sense to write Drishti's POV!" Isn't it? Now read! 🙄)
Hmm, RAKSHIT!
Rakshit Means SAVIOUR.
Will he save me?
Not for some time, and forever?
Will he save me from everyone?
Wait!
Will he even treat me the way feeling that I am a human , and not a doll dancing hanging via threads?
Will he feel me?
Will he feel For me?
Or will he also consider me trash?
Will he fill colours in my black and white life?
Or will he just behave like others?
Will he ignore me?
" You think a lot! Go outside! He's waiting to talk to you!"
"What's wrong?"
"Don't worry, he'll treat you like a princess!"
"As long as I remember, My so called dad also had said the same!"
"He isn't your dad!"
"Everyone says the same , and I being a fool , fall for their lies, all the lies and then...."
"It's your marriage day!"
" So? Shall I dance? Shall I sing?"
" As you wish!"
"Shut up!"
"Listen!"
"......"
" I wanna go outside!"
"But I don't! Stay silent!"
" Are you planning to sleep in the wardrobe?"
"No , actually...."
"He's cute by the way!"
"Hmm! He is! My husband afterall!"
"He's handsome too!"
"Ye.. just stop tangling me in your words!"
"....."
I looked in the mirror, took a deep breath and walked out of the wardrobe after changing that heavy gown to a simple white dress. I entered the room.
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His room is big!
SOO big!
Huge!
Huge than mine!
His wardrobe is also big!
SOO big!
Huge!
And I didn't had a wardrobe!
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