Aaryaman Singh Chauhan

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Our male lead

Aaryaman Singh Chauhan

Has a happy family. 

A loving mother, a caring father and a lovely sister. 

But is that all? 

I guess no.


He was the one who fell for for Aarohi.

Not because of her looks. Not because of her intelligence. 

Then for what?

These things about her attracted him.

He admired her for being a beauty with brain. 

But what made him fall in love was something else.

What can it be?


It was her unfiltered, real self.

After almost a year of being friends, they started to be more frank with each other. This was when he first saw Aarohi, being so broken, so sad, so lonely. 

Something happened in his heart and brain.

At first he thought that maybe he pitied her or maybe he was empathetic towards her. 

But that was not the case, if it was so, then he wouldn't have got angry on people who he didn't even know. For what? For being the reason of her broken self.

He admired her even more when he knew how she was always so strong despite of all the negativity in her life. 

But he wanted to give her a shoulder, a shoulder to cry on. He knew it must not have been easy for her to carry this baggage alone. He wanted to be someone who would stand by her side, support her.

This was just the beginning, a bud. 

Soon this feeling, this bud turned into a flower. 

He shared things he never shared with anyone with her. 

They both became each other's secret keepers. They would share their POV about things which happened in their lives. They begin to be an indispensable part of each other's lives. 

For him she was God's gift. 

They never knew when this flower turned into a garden. 

You know just as much as girls dream and fantasize about their future, boys do too. 

And for him, she was always the one in his dreams, his fantasies.

To build a home for her, with her. 

To get her every single things she laid her hand on.

To give her all the happiness in the world. 

To have a little family of his own, with her. 

The most beautiful of all these dreams was the one where she was dressed in a heavy red lehenga looking like an Angel who came to Earth, walking towards him, with mehandi in her hands, the mehendi which had his name. She came to him and he felt as if all the gods got together to bless him.

But...

These are all for future. 

You know his present...

What about his past?

Ever wondered, why he was staying in a boarding school when his home was in the same city, about an hour drive away?

Everything happens for a reason.

There must have been a reason for it.

What can it be?

Guess!

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We will uncover the truth in next chapter.



The next chapter, tomorrow's update might be a bit short. 

Still, it will be interesting.


Stay tuned!


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Topic for discussion: 

Guys, rakshabandhan kab mna rhe ho?

30 August or 31 August???


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