Amaira's pov ✨️
I was distributing prashad , to everyone and suddenly i looked at my right , a man of certainly my age , was right beside me my hands stopped as I looked at him and never took my eyes off , he is straight out of my fictional books , not like real men for one moment I thought may be I am dreaming , but no the eyes they were like holding some story , that maybe even they don't know , I always yearned for this type of love which makes me forget my own existence , and I never thought that I was going to experience this at here right at this moment , perfect jawline , black hairs , black orbs eyes , and charming dimple smile that was way more perfect than the word perfect itself , he was screaming , charm , grace and perfection , which was not seems real to me , hey krishn kya ho raha h ye mhujhe , he was wearing bl- no shyam rang kurta , and I was so mesmerized that , I can't even describe what I m feeling right now
I was busy staring at him , that's when I heard: RADHE RADHE MOHTARMA
I WAS NOW BACK TO EARTH , MY HEART FORGOT ALL ITS WORK JUST AT THIS MOMENT ,
AMAIRA: RADHE RADHE ,pr,.,prashad
KRITIK : ji dhanywad smiles
PANDIT JI : aree kritik beta mandir me ye kala rang kyu pehna h upshagun hota h ,
Before he could say something
AMAIRA : pandit ji upshagun kaise , jab krishn khud iss rang ke hain to , upshagun kaise hua , isse pavitra rang to koi ho hi nahi sakta
YE KALA NAHI SHYAM RANG HAI
and kritik was just admiring and thinking that what on earth he was here may be
SHREE JI IS PLANNING A PREM IN GENERATION OF LOVE
This is prologue of my story , if interested please read it once , you will not , regret it, it's a multicouple book with different Tropes, and medical romance