(A/N - Changed my mind and decided to do the marriage chapter as chapter 13 which is the next one. A very short update today as I wanted to give something but I didn't get enough time. Sorryyy) Also this isn't a target but please please please vote and comment.
(PS - Listening to Nazm Nazm from Bareilly ki Barfi, Subhanallah and Kabira from YJHD and it sounds SO GOOD with the chapter. I mean the context doesn't match but out of all the songs I'm listening to right now, these sound just 🤌🏻)
... Kritika was searching around desperately hoping to be able to find what she needed but soon that changed into a frantic search as she kept on pacing around the room. "Yuhaan ji have you seen my book?" He only raised his eyebrow in question while still staring at his laptop screen. "Areey that book I was reading a few days ago." "Oh that? I burnt it in the fireplace." "YOU WHAT?" Her eyes widened as screamed loudly, slightly making Yuhaan flinch.
He had never heard her scream, she was always this soft sweet girl who dealt with everyone's tantrums and kept her problems to herself, in Yuhaan's eyes atleast.
She stood their staring at Yuhaan for atleast 5 mins in shock before coming back to life. How dare this man burn my book? There was fire in her eyes and a crack in her heart yet she kept quiet. She body slouched as she picked another one of her books and sadly walked back to bed covering her lower half with the duvet she sadly yet softly spoke "Hum aapko kabhi maaf nahi karenge" "Humne maafi mangi bhi nahi hai." She just slouched down further in the duvet. Removing her bookmark she started reading the book but terribly failed as her mind kept drifting off to the burnt book. Her burnt book boyfriend.
(I'll never forgive you)
(I never asked for forgiveness)
-- -- -- Evening - A few hours before the marriage -- -- --
Sleep have enveloped Dhwani the moment she laid in bed and the moment her head hit the pillow. A while passed and she felt a soft hand on her temple as if caressing her forehead and her head, a quite rough hand. She heard a gentle voice calling her name trying to wake her up. She wanted to do anything but wake up so she turned around trying to push away whoever was waking her up instead she ended up facing Shikhar himself who was trying to wake her up.
As she turned she nuzzled further into his chest as a unknown red hue spread across Shikhar's cheeks and ear. He froze for a second before coming back to his senses. He gently caressed her hair once more in another attempt to wake her up.
Dhwani's eyes slowly fluttered open at the disturbance. She lightly looked up see a gorgeous face looking back at her with dreamy eyes. She looked at him a frown replaced her sleepy expression. "Shikhar ji, itni jaldi uth kar kya kar rahe hain? So jaaiye aur hame bhi sone dijiye." With that she pushed him back on the bed and rested her head on his chest. Closing her eyes once more to go back to sleep.
(Shikhar Ji, why are you awake so early? Sleep and let me sleep too.)
Shikhar started feeling something he never had before. He froze. Surprised at what she just did. He came back to his senses again before a small smile rose on his face looking at his queen. "Dhwani Wake up. Shaadi ka time ho raha hai." Her fluttered open once again as she stared into her eyes. She took a deep breath and without a word walked away to change and freshen up. But he didn't mind, he just kept staring at the beauty in front of him.
(Dhwani Wake up. Its time for the wedding.)
-- -- -- A while ago in Kiara's room -- -- --
Kiara's eyes slowly opened by a few soft knocks on her door. She grunted but still sleepily opened the door. There stood Kritika with a soft smile. "Tum abhi tak so hi rahi ho? Kiara tumhara make up karna hai tumhe tyaar karna hai, thodi der main makeup artists aate hi honge." Realization hit Kiara as she realized it was her wedding day. Kritika slowly pushed open door. "Tum naha ke aajao hum baaki tyaari karte hain." Kiara just softly smiled and nodded at her Kritika before walking towards the bathroom.
(You're still sleeping? Kiara we have to do your make, get you ready and the makeup artist are going to come soon.)
(You go take a shower and I'll arrange the rest)
Soon Kiara walked out a pair of shorts and a crop top since she knew her wedding lehenga was very heavy. She gently sat on the seat in front of the dressing table just as the markup artists knocked on her door. She looked at Kritika, who was sitting on her bed, from the mirror and found a small smile as she reciprocated the smile back. Kritika softly nodded before getting up and opening the door. She looked out the door and opened the door wider as a gesture to invite them in but an expression of shock and a frown replaced the smile.
As she kept staring out the door Kiara asked "Kya hua Bhabhi? Let them come inside na." Instead of replying to her though, Kritika just conversed with the person outside. "Aap yahan kya kar rahe hain?" And a second after the question was asked a deep voice filled the room. A voice that kiara could never forget. "Arey? She's my fiancee. Aaj to hamari shaadi bhi ho rahi hai. Apni biwi se nahi mil sakta kya?" He said with a mischievous voice. A stern expression took over Kritika's face. "Nahi! Abhimanyu abhi make-up artists aate hi honge, hamare pas time nahi hai. Thodi der main shaadi ho rahi tab mil lena."
(What happened Bhabhi? Let them come in.)
(What are you doing here?)
(Arey? Shes my fiancee. Today is even our wedding day. Can I not meet my own wife?)
(No! Abhimanyu the make-up artists must be coming, we don't have time. Your wedding is in a while, you can meet her then.)
Kiara got up and walked towards the door knowing he won't leave before meeting her. "Bhabhi let him come inside. I'm sure it'll only take a while. Right?" She asked directing the question towards Abhimanyu. He just nodded with a sly smile. Kritika sighed before opened the door wider to let him in. He took long strides before reaching Kiara.
He looked at Kritika over his shoulder and Kritika took it as a signal to wait for him. As she closed the door behind her while walking outside, Abhimanyu looked back at Kiara staring deep into her eyes however this time, he didn't find a scared, delicate Kiara instead he found a strong one. One that didn't hesitate to stare right back into his eyes no matter how delicate.
The stare lasted a minute or two before she spoke. "Hamari aankhon ko ghoorne ke liye aapne hame disturb kara." He smirked in response "Tumhe reminder dene ke liye aaya tha. Mujhse kuch expect mat karna kyunki kuch fyada nahi hoga. I'm not going to change and remember that I am just marrying you out of pressure and out of profit. Trust me I am least interested in anything related to you." She scoffed before he continued.
(Have you disturbed us just to stare in my eyes?)
(I came to give you a reminder. Don't expect anything from me, you won't get anything. I'm not going to change and remember that I am just marrying you out of pressure and out of profit. Trust me I am least interested in anything related to you.)
"I don't want anything to do with you. Ever. And I hope you realize that before you turn like Kritika and Dhwani bhabhi." A slick smile on his face "See you soon love." Without giving her a chance to reply, he turned on his heel walking back to the door.
A while later the door opened revealing Kritika with a few people behind her. As they started her make-up up, the door burst open without a knock or any signal revealing....
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So sorry for the short update. I'm really trying. I hope you enjoyedd. See you soon <3
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Love,
- Aarvi
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