"I love you, Nyra, and I'll always choose you, no matter what. There's something between us that's inseparable, like we're destined to be together. You're mine, and I'll protect you fiercely."
~Abhay Rajput
As Nyra sat down for the Mehendi ceremony, Tasmia and Sumana carefully applied intricate designs to her hands, their conversation flowing freely.
Tasmia, focused on her task, remarked, "Nyra, your hands are going to look stunning with these designs."
Nyra smiled, feeling the excitement building up for the wedding festivities. "I can't wait to see how it turns out. Thank you both for making it so beautiful."
Sumana, adding her touch to the conversation, chimed in, "It's our pleasure, Nyra. Mehendi ceremonies are always so special."
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Nyra nodded, feeling grateful for her friends' support and the joyous atmosphere surrounding her. "Yes, it's one of my favorite parts of the wedding celebrations."
As the Mehendi designs began to take shape, Nyra couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the upcoming wedding day.
Abhay sat patiently as his mother carefully applied mehendi to his hands, the intricate patterns starting to form.
His mother, focused on her task, remarked with a smile, "You're going to look so handsome with this mehendi, Abhay. It's a tradition that adds such beauty to the occasion."
Abhay chuckled, enjoying the moment shared with his mother. "I never imagined myself getting mehendi, but I have to admit, it's quite relaxing."
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His mother nodded, her hands deftly working on the designs. "It's a part of our culture, and it's lovely to see you embracing it, especially for such an important event."
As the mehendi designs began to take shape on Abhay's hands, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the upcoming wedding festivities. He knew it would be a day filled with joy and celebration, surrounded by loved ones.
The man, standing by the window with his back turned, listened intently as his bodyguard delivered the news. His body tensed slightly at the mention of Nyra Bansal's name, a flicker of intrigue dancing in his eyes. "Nyra Bansal?" he repeated, his voice low and contemplative. "She's getting married, you say? And today is her engagement?"
The bodyguard nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, boss," he confirmed. "We received reliable information about it just now."
A sinister smile spread across the man's face as he turned to face his bodyguard. "Ah, My Nyra darling," he murmured, his tone dripping with a mixture of amusement and malice. "She's getting married, and she didn't invite me? How rude." His smile widened into a chilling grin. "Well then, it seems I'll have to make an appearance. Nyra Bansal, I'm coming."
