Burning Hearts

70. 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤

Chapter-70

Parul's POV

The sky is almost, almost, close to my hand. It feels like I can touch it, have it but the reality is....

It's so fucking far away from me. Just like my freedom.

Although I am standing on top of the hill or should I say Shiva's secret haven!! So close yet so far.

He brought me here and for whatever reasons, it is working. My mood isn't that bad but it is nevertheless.

Soon before I woke up, my grandparents were there, and I was so happy seeing them. It's been two months since I saw them.

And to be honest, after Shiva left, I, actually slept on a happy note.

He was the reason.

And I wasn't expecting a surprise which ended up in shock.

So, our marriage is only a week away and the celebrations start tonight at Arasu Mansion.

I'm least interested in taking part in these celebrations and festivities.

Ugh.

Every local news channel will be broadcasting about our wedding.

The royal heir Shiva Raj Aras is finally hitched!

The grandson of the great CM is getting married soon...!

By tomorrow, every newspaper will write about it too.

When my Ammamma informed me about Shiva's family coming to Rao's residence to discuss marriage, I was honestly shocked.

I didn't expect him to be so eager to get married to me.

He was there, the whole night, not whole but still...he didn't mention anything about the marriage discussion or anything else.

Stupid.

Not him, me. I am stupid.

Last night was pure bliss. We didn't do anything. Only if cuddling and numerous kisses aren't considered as 'anything'.

When I texted him, I was expecting him to come home and lash out at me or worse, bless me with a slap or two. After all, I said so many things to him and he has zero patience.

But what happened was entirely different.

He brought me a bouquet of red roses. Dark red roses. And Shiva made the bouquet himself. There was a little note attached to it.

Mohabbat ki aas ko Izhar karta hu...
( I express my hope for love)

I've always said it, he is really good with words.

I hadn't seen the bouquet when I woke up and started crying. And honestly, I didn't expect him to go on his knees and say whatever he said. When he touched my feet, I felt sad, for him and me as well.

No matter how badly he has hurt me, I cannot deny the fact that he loves me, truly. When I saw tears in his eyes, I couldn't process what was happening. It felt straight out of a movie.

Shiva is an egoistic, prideful man. He cares a lot about his pride and for a man to get on his knees and do what he did was beyond describable for me. He never fails to make me feel special.

I have no words to describe him and his love for me.

It's really sad, the situation is.

I hadn't noticed the bouquet until we had the midnight snack.