𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Ayesha clenched her fists, her heart pounding against her ribs. Everyone was looking at her like she was making a mistake, like she didn't know her own mind.

She took a deep breath, wiping her tears away harshly. No more doubts. No more questions.

"I want to marry Ashish," she said, her voice steady this time. "And I want it."
Dhirendra exhaled sharply, looking at her for a long moment before leaning back against the pillow, exhaustion settling over him.

Parul sighed, exchanging a glance with Aryan, who looked unconvinced but said nothing.

The room was silent for a few beats before Dhirendra finally spoke, his voice resigned.

"If that's what you truly want, Ayesha... then so be it."

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Ayesha... getting married.
The words echoed in my mind, again and again, each time cutting deeper than the last.
She was just having fun? With me?
Or was it something else?

Did she never feel anything for me? Ever?
What about those moments? The stolen glances, the unspoken words, the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn't watching?

My eyes burned. My chest ached.

And I realized-I wanted to cry.
I shouldn't.
I couldn't.

Why the hell was I crying like some heartbroken teenager? This wasn't me. I am Vihaan Singh Rajput. Cold. Rational. Unshakable.
Then why-

Why did it feel like my heart was splitting apart?
I clenched my jaw, gripping my knees tightly, trying to stop the trembling in my fingers.
But the tears burned.

And no matter how much I tried to fight them-
They still fell.

🌷❤

Beginning of Love

What if love ended before it even began?
What if destiny had other plans?

She loves him. He loves her. Then why are they apart? Is it fate, time, or something beyond their control?

Two hearts longing, yet bound by unseen forces. Can love survive when the world stands against it?

To know more, read Beginning of Love.