|| Indian Arrange marriage romance ||
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They were tied together by a thread, we name as marriage but she wasn't ready.
Aadhya Malhotra, Being betrayed by the love of her life on her wedding day, she had to marry...
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Aadhya looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing an off shoulder white ball gown which had a slit till her thighs. It was exactly what she believed. Less is more.
Wearing the minimal jewelry and leaving her hairs open with little curls, she was looking elegant, satisfied with her looks.
"Isn't it too much for a birthday party?" She ended up asking Kirti, who was Dhruv's wife as well and a fashion designer. If she wanted, she would have wore one of her old gowns and not the customized one.
"Aadhya, you're wife of Aayansh Rajvanshi and today is his birthday. You should be standing out from everyone." Kirti assured her as they walked down the stairs.
"I had to ask your sister-in-law about your likes and dislikes for a gown." Aadhya smiled.
"And I loved it. I'm gonna come to you everytime now."
"Your most welcome." Laughing while talking here and there, the two ladies walked to the backyard which was converted into the venue for the the party. The only thing she was glad about was that it was a private party and no media was allowed inside the venue, making it easy for her to not face the weird and uneasy questions about her wedding day.
She was looking around the decor and some familiar faces but when she looked beside her, it was Aayansh instead of Kirti, who was already looking at her.
She is fucking beautiful!! Aayansh muttered to himself as he looked at her, from head to toe.
The white color complement her skin well. His hands were itching to touch her skin, her nude lips, he wanted to taste them. As much of the pervert he sounded right now, he couldn't help but to check her out.
The fucking sexy collar bone and the little cleavage visible wasn't doing any justice to him but he had to look away. He shouldn't make her uncomfortable with his stares but at the same time All he wanted to do was to leave this party right there with her.
"I'll go and meet Maa and Papa." Aadhya pointed at her parents feeling shy under his gaze.
He stood there and stared at her until Dhruv came to him.
"Your wife is damn beautiful." Dhruv teased Aayansh as he kept his arm over his shoulder.
"I'm more than sure that you have your own." Aayansh rolled his eyes. Even if he knew that Dhruv was joking around, he couldn't help but glare at his best friend.
