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Five families, bound by blood and stained by secrets. Eight lives, trapped in the shadows of a past that...
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Malhotra Mansion
Naintara sat at the dressing table, fully dressed in the lehenga she had chosen. The makeup artist had been working on her for the past two hours, but her attention was elsewhere, entirely absorbed in thoughts of him.
The anticipation of finally seeing him had overtaken her mind, heart, and soul. Everything else seemed irrelevant; all that mattered was him.
She had been eagerly waiting for this moment, and now that it was so close, the excitement was overwhelming. Her heart raced with each beat, reflecting the joy of knowing that today she would finally be with Ekansh. Everything had been meticulously planned; she just needed to execute it.
The makeup artist's question about which lipstick shade to use pulled her back to the present. She glanced at the array of lipsticks and selected the first one her eyes landed on.
With the lipstick applied, her makeup was complete. The artist and her assistant left, and she locked the door behind them. Sitting back down, she took in her reflection. The makeup looked good, but the real glow came from the excitement of meeting him.
As the time for their meeting drew nearer, her happiness was tinged with growing anxiety. Despite having a clear plan, a gnawing fear lingered in her chest.
She closed her eyes briefly, and his face appeared in her mind—his lips that had once called her a princess, his eyes that had promised a return, and his smile that had been a balm to her wounds. These thoughts brought a fleeting smile and a sense of calm to her racing heart.
"Haaye, Ekansh, you've driven me crazy," she whispered to herself, blushing. Words couldn't capture the depth of what she felt.
For ten long years, she had waited to meet him. The joy of finally seeing him was a sensation known only to her and her heart.
Naintara shook her head at her own foolishness and rose from the chair. As she moved towards the bed, a sharp knock at the door interrupted her. Even from the knock, she could tell who it was.
The thought of that person instantly soured her mood. She clicked her tongue in frustration and headed towards the door.
When she opened it, there stood her not-so-nice mom—sorry, fake mom, Aunt Kiara Malhotra. Her insincere smile and exaggerated eyelashes made her look even more disingenuous.
"Are you ready?" Kiara asked, as if it weren't obvious. Naintara was dressed in an extravagant lehenga, adorned with diamond jewelry and heavy makeup—enough to make anyone look like a model.
