°• Book 1 in the unexpected marriage series •°
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"They tried to hide their feelings with silence but they forgot that their eyes spoke too..."
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"I'm a mess at times, and there are days when I am a lot to handle", she cried...
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"So you mean to say you're an Agarwal's blood but you aren't an Agarwal heiress because your family has disowned you but you still have more net worth than any of the Agarwal?", Ziya's voice was filled with amusement as she stared at me with wide eyes and then continued to read the article.
After the reception party, there were several articles released related to me. Some were bad, some were good and some were filled with fictional speculations. But what completely caught me off guard was mine and Moksh's dating rumour. Someone wrote that we were already having an affair and were just gaslighting everyone, but it was the least of my concerns so I decided to let it go. Jitne muh utni baatein!
[Translation: As many people, so many talks!]
Currently, the article Ziya was reading was from a renowned magazine that decided to make me the big news, it had everything related to me minus the disowning part.
Everyone thought that the media house was scrapping out all the information related to me, but it was just my amazing PR team doing the job effortlessly and stopping the unwanted rumours from spreading.
I absentmindedly nodded and continued typing on my laptop. It has been a complete month of our marriage, and since I've been a part of this fabulous family.
Everyone has accepted me with open arms, even Radhika Bua and her daughter's presence was bearable since she decided to act a bit cordial with me, at least for the sake of civility since both of them only visited on weekends.
I bonded well with the junior Mehrotras. Ziya, Vihaan and Vivaan, all of them, were fantastic and full of life, especially Vihaan who made sure to make me feel more welcoming by tagging along everywhere I go, following me like a puppy. He was in his rebellious youth era with that Sanskari bad-boy vibes while his younger twin Vivaan was silent, calm and composed.
A nerd and a complete bookworm. He took time to open up but now before going to sleep he would summarise the book he read to me, fascinating about the characters.
Ziya was glorious too, she shared her passion for designing and now had started to use me as her mannequin.
My mother-in-law was a wonderful woman, we chatted a lot and now I had daily Sitar classes with her. Chachi was great, she taught me all the cuisines of everyone's liking and we baked a lot.
There was a ritual strictly followed inside the Mehrotra mansion, a homemade cookie jar. Everyone in the family knew how to cook, men included. So every week someone had to bake cookies for everyone and fill up the jar and vice versa. It all started when Chachi married in the family and the ritual hadn't been broken yet. It was quite amazing and felt like bonding with the family.
