Sharanya's POV
"Sharu... Sharu....."
"Sharanya..... come fast, my princess.." I heard my grandpa's loud shouting for me.
He is knocking the door continuously. I check the time on my phone, it's 5.30 am. I hid my face with a pillow.
"Daaa....da..jjjiiiii...." I reared in anger.
"Today is your result, Sharu.. Get up quickly. You have a lot of work, beta (child)". I heard Dadaji's excited voice.
"Dadaji, it will be declared at 10.00. It's still 5.30. Let me sleep." I irritated.
"I know beta, but you have to go to the temple. You have a lot to do, please get up." Dadaji argued.
"Okay, I'm coming." I rolled my eyes, as I know he won't go until I wake up.
I got up from my bed and stepped to open the door. I found always the smiley face of my Dadaji. He is Dadaji of the whole village. Everyone called him Dadaji. It means he doesn't so old fashion type but genius in each work. Of course, wears Dhoti Kurta, but wearing doesn't reveal your talent. You need to grasp new things and arrivals. My Dadaji is a superman.
I hugged him directly, after opening the door. He is shocked with a sudden hug.
"I'm old now, don't attack like this," Dadaji said with a laugh.
"Good morning, Dadaji," I said and broke the hug.
"Good morning, get ready, we are going to temple to pray the lord Krishna for your good result," Dadaji said and patted my back.
"Ohh, come on Dadaji, you know, I'm the topper, none can beat me," I said proudly.
"I know but I'm worried sometimes for you." He caressed my cheeks.
"Okk, I'm coming in 5 minutes." I thumbed up and went to the bathroom.
I had a quick shower and out ready. I wore Saree today, as I'm going to the temple. But today, my engineering's final result is going to be declared. Dadaji loves when I wear saree. I wear saree on some occasions or festivals. Today is more special day for my Dadu, as today he turned 80, I know but want to give him a surprise.
I wear my Mom's saree. I don't purchase saree, I have only hers, which I love the most. For my Dadaji, I'm everything, his son, his daughter, his granddaughter.
Dadaji is the one whom I know from birth. He loves me, cares me. He is my ideal person. He is a retired army man and owner of 3000 acres land. Handling all his farming land himself.
At the age of 80, he is strong and powerful. He is the head man in our village. Many years ago, the girls are not allowed to go to school, but my grandpa changes the rule and fought with elders of the village for girls' education. Dadaji donated his land for constructing schools, high schools. He spent all his savings and income in constructing schools, hospitals and hostels.
My Dadaji is a warrior also at the border and also in the country. A soldier is never on a holiday, this comes true about my Dadaji. He is retired from the post of Lieutenant General, but not retired from his duties.
"The Lieutenant general, "Vashishth Sharma."
I'm proud of my Dadaji.
"Sharanya, it's 6.30." Again shouted. He is so particular in time. The whole village is running on his time, except me.
"Coming, 5 minutes," I shouted and put on my heels. Then run on the downstairs.
"Slowly." He said with the tension of falling me.
"Let's go," I said while twinkling my hands with Dadaji.
"Today's generation, I can't reach ever, not ashamed of hugging. At least take care of my respect in the village. What will people think when they will see me, hanging hands in hand with you." He pouted dramatically.
"Oo... oo.... o.. Still your not habitual of it. Be habitual Dadaji." I said and stepped out of our big house. People called our house, "Haweli." Means Palace.
I sat on the driving seat of our open jeep. Dadaji taught me, how to drive. I got my driving license when I turned 18. Dadaji never makes different between boys and girls. That's why I'm all-rounder, and perfect in each thing, except the matter of time.
"Drive slowly." He ordered me before starting the jeep.
"Okay, well think about it." I shrugged and got a death glare from him.
After 10 minutes, we reached the temple. During these 10 minutes, I heard more than a hundred time, "Go Slow, it's an order." "Drive slow."
We joined the prayer, which is going on in the temple by the priest. I touch the feet of Lord Krishna. After worshipping God, we met other villagers with Dadaji and returned to the home. All the way, as usual, Dadaji is lecturing and me, ignoring.
"I think, now it's the time of thinking about your wedding," Dadaji said in his heavy tone while entering the house.
"What's too early?" I said quickly as this matter is annoying me. Dadaji knows that very well.
I sat on the sofa and our head maid, Laxmi served us water. I took a glass and took a sip.
"Sharanya... " Dadaji said Seriously.
"Not again about marriage." I pouted in a complaining tone.
"Listen. It's important. I don't want to send you far from me. But... " Dadaji said and stopped at the middle of his sentence.
"Dadaji.. you are confusing me," I said with irritation.
"Sharu, Your mother had chosen a guy for you, from your childhood," Dadaji said with hesitation and I'm stucked at his words.
During my 21 years of life, he never told me a single word about my parents. I opened my eyes in his arms and I found only him in place of mother and father.
"Sharanya, your father wants to see you with his friend's son. When your father, Bipin Sharma took his last breath, your mother Kalyani Sharma, promised him to fulfil his wish." Dadaji is telling me but the mind is stucked at the point of mother and father.
"Sumer Singh Raizada, and his wife Ananya Singh Raizada. Your parents' best friends. Their son, named Arnav Singh Raizada, the CEO of ASR Group Industries. They are in the list of top ten billionaires of India." Dadaji said but his eyes are looking painful.
I can't speak a single word as someone muted me by remote.
"I'm not forcing you in this marriage. Arnav also lost his father a few months ago. His mother Ananya called me, and ask me about you. They are willing to keep their promise. But... " Dadaji said nervously. I have never seen him nervous ago. He is always sure and stunned at his every word.
"But, as Sumer died a few months ago, they don't want to organize a grand wedding." Dadaji hesitated.
"Dadaji, do you wish that I should marry that guy?" I asked and knelt at his legs.
"Beta, I'm not forcing you, You can take your own decisions for your life. I never stopped you and will never stop. You have full freedom to do everything. Today they are coming at lunch. Meet that guy and discuss with him. Later take your decision, marry him or not." Dadaji said.
"Okay but if he is atrichous, or maybe fat. What should I do?" I tried to make fun and I got success. Dadaji laughed loudly with me.
"But he has to moustache and like me also the beard, and body must be like a Lieutenant general, or at least must be like a soldier," Dadaji said with pride.
"I don't like a man with the moustache and beard." I pouted.
"So you don't like me." Dadaji pouted.
"I'm not going to marry you. This criterion is only for my future husband." I said with teasing smile on my face.
"Do as you like. No one is here to stop you." Dadaji cupped my face.
I smiled at him.
Third person's POVSix months ago...Today is Arnav's mother's birthday. He was rude and arrogant. Rarely speak a word. His gaze was enough to elaborate on his desire.He maintained the distance from girls or women. His entry froze the employees. His chocolate brown eyes, white delicate skin and perfectly shaped Beard make him hot enough to wet any lady. Having a sharp nose and beautiful eyes he is the most handsome man of a woman's dream.He always sees the woman tries to reduce him and flirts with him, to who he never responded. His only killing grimace was enough to push them away. He doesn't like when the woman surrenders herself to him, and with his bad luck, he always met the girls who are ready to sleep with for just his status and money. He is fed up with this kind of ladies. Now he strongly believes that girls or women need only money and status. But today his fate has decided something else for him.He has best frie
Third Person's POV"I will be there, tomorrow," Sharanya hung up the call with a broad smile."What happened? You are smiling crazy?" Dadaji asked her."Dadaji, I'm invited by a construction group for making plans of their new constructions," She chirped happily and hugged her Dadaji."I have told you many times, don't attack me like that I'm getting old now," He complained."Okay, okay, I'm sorry. But I have to leave tomorrow," She informed and sadness covered their faces."It's not good, you are not used to waking up early, my lazy bird. You should go today and reach there before the evening," Dadaji warned her."Dadaji... please," She made a puppy face but she knows, it won't work on him."Laxmi, pack up her bags right now" He ordered without glancing at her."Take care of yourself. I'm going to complain against your hostel for not providing good and healthy food that causes my daughter food poisoning," Dadaji warne
Third Person's POVThere were hurriedly movements of the employees. It was showing some kind of fears. They were showing themselves busy with their work."What happened?" A girl asked her senior."Chairman sir will be here within a couple of minutes," He informed and dug his head into his laptop.She also scared and buried her face in the file.SSR, Sumer Singh Raizada, the chairman of the ASR group of industries, stunning personality and adorable look. He is quite professional as well as kind to the people and staff."Good afternoon, sir," One by one staff was greeting him, he was nodding and smiling and also replying them with a whisper of good noon."Good noon, Sir," Danil followed him and greeted."Good noon, how's going on... without me?" SSR asked with a smile."Well going sir," Danil chirped."Didn't my prince kick out anyone in the last two weeks?" He chuckled asking Danil. He grabbed the knot to unlock
Third Person's POVSharanya ran out of the cabin of SSR. Her speed was broken because of the buzzing of her phone. She pulled out the phone and hoisted it to ear."Hello..." She said in a low tone as she could speak clearly."Where the hell are you?" Remya barked from the other side of the phone."Just on the way. I'll be there," Sharanya replied and hung up the call, she was not ready to hear a lecture from Remya.She was placing her phone in the pocket and collided to a hard wall.She was going to fall but his long arms prevent her from falling.She closed her eyes, as she was feeling that her hips are going to thud on the floor.She felt that she was held by someone, she couldn't feel pain, she opened her one eyes to reckon. She found herself in his arms. His orange eyes were stucked at her without blinking. Sharanya trembled and startle to stand on her feet. She shuttered, "I'm sorry."She gazed on th
Third Person's POVHe smiled, she felt relaxed. She thought, "Should I think that he had forgiven me for using such a bad word for him?"Sharanya bit her lower lips and paid the bill of the books and asked him for her bag. He didn't want to give her but he handed.Her heart was still racing because of being with him. she is followed by him. Her mind argued, "Is he really excessively much jerk? As people say.""Sharanya, he is treating you well from the very first day, you should not think that he is arrogant or jerk," Her mind scolded her. She was in her thoughts and missed the step of the stairs. He again held her to prevent from falling."Thanks," She whispered nervously."Are you habitual of falling or missing the steps?" He asked in a normal tone but she certainly scared of his voice."No, I'm sorry," She apologised and littered with the hopes that he won't listen to me, "Why are you with me? Your presence makes me uncom
Third Person's POVNext day in the morning..."Good morning, Mom," Arnav pulled his chair and sat to have breakfast while asking about his father."I don't know," She replied rudely."Bhai, they fought last night," Sanchi said in a teasing tone and winked at him."Ohh, really," Arnav chuckled and grabbed a mug of coffee. He took a sip and asked, "What was the reason behind the fight?""Do you really want to know?" Sanchi asked to confirm. He nodded as he was enjoying his coffee."Regarding your marriage," Sanchi winked at him and he coughed hard hearing the group of words 'Your Marriage.""Calmly," His mother rubbed his back and he glared at his mother and Sanchi turn by turn.He finished his coffee and got up from the chair. "Arnav, you didn't eat anything," Ananya yelled but he whirled and excited from the dining room replying her, "I have done.""This boy is crazy, always stays a far from the marriage," Ana
Third Person's POVIt has been two days, she didn't attend lectures. She didn't sleep properly for two nights. She was yawning badly, stretching her arms lazily."Sharanya, you will fall a sick, babe, take rest for tonight, at least," Remya pulled a laptop from her hands and shut down it ignoring her protest."You are right, she is stubborn and the third grade stubborn, arrogant is that ASR," Anna cursed him."He paid me for this work," Sharanya pouted."You didn't go to him and asked for a job or money, he offered you... No... No... He forced you to do this work and also paid forcefully," Anna hollered at her."Okay, whatever, everything is the same," Sharanya grabbed the water bottle and drank water."As he had already paid me, I have to return through my work," Sharanya gulped and conceded.Girls jumped into their beds respectively. Remya started chatting on her phone. Anna shook her head seeing her.
Third Person's POV"What the hell he thinks about himself?" Sharanya threw her phone on the bed."What happened now? Why are you revealing your anger on the poor phone?" Anna gawked at her fuming in anger."This ASR offered me a job after completion of college. He wants me to join his office, I have just received a mail from Danil," Sharanya sighed and her face turned saddened."Awww, my poor child..." Remya entered in the room dramatically."Remya, shut up, "Sharanya frowned at her and she giggled."By the way, ASR has thrown a party tonight. Both of you are invited to the party," Remya chuckled."What? No way, I'm not going to attend at any cost," Sharanya jumped out of the bed and headed to the bathroom.His phone rang as Anna shouted, "Your phone.""I know, I'm not deaf," Sharanya asserted dramatically and rolled her eyes angrily."Hello," She slid up to receive and greeted with fake happiness in