(#1 Unwanted Series)
||Arranged Marriage Romance||
"Open it." She said in her commanding tone, as my hand made towards her 𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 to open it, taking it off I kept it on the couch but soon I felt a leg on my chest that pressed my back on...
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The smell of lavender and rose filled in my nostrils while I was sitting on His bed in His room. Kavya and Janvi just left somewhat 2 minutes ago settling me on the bed which was covered with white bedsheets and lots of rose petals on it, the room was decorated in a white and red combination of flowers on the basic Grey interiors, the bed was covered in red and pastel pink curtains while I sat in the centre of the bed with my lengha spread on it
I stood up from the bed slowly and started looking all over the bedroom it look erotic as it would be because they decorated according first night. I walked towards the switch board and switched off the dim lights replacing it with bright one's, and moved towards the dressing table taking a look of my bridal look which was looking elegant the pastel pink colour suited me and jewels matched with the outfit perfectly
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Samriddhi's Bridal Look
Being a bride is really tiring, a sigh left my mouth as I started to take out the dupatta off my head which was practically stitched with my head. I turned to look at the door when I heard it open only to see Ayushman getting in all changed he was in Black sweat pants and Grey T-shirt
The moment felt like it stopped as he came in and stood at the entrance closing the door and looking right through my eyes, he avoids the eye contact and moved to the bed before cleaning all the rose petals off the bed and keeping his phone on charge as I continued my work but
"Can- you help me with these?" He looks at me which his both eyebrows raised and nodded before coming and standing right behind of me, my hands were still struggling with the dupatta on my head and my eyes fixed on the mirror
"You'll ripp that" he said before getting a hold of my hand staring at me through the mirror.
"But my head feels very heavy and those pins are continuously poking in my head!" I heard him chuckle but his face was still straight, he holds my shoulder and pulled out the stool of the dressing making me sit on it facing the mirror
