Ananya pov.
I was dressed up in a pink gown with my hair tied up in a low bun, a few strands of hair brushing my face that were left intentionally. The gown was floor length and it was a half meter extra long from behind clearly sweeping the floor. The top hugged my body beautifully it was a tight fit that made my curves visible, and the straps were a little thin so my tattoo was clearly visible. A bracelet adorned my wrist and I fiddled my pendant, it was actually the letter A. And no I was not one of those girls who were obssessed with their names, the A stood for Anahita, my birth mom. I knew she would have been so happy if she was here, but at least I could have something that made me feel that she was with me.
I tried not to ponder over it much but it was difficult to not cry and think about her. Every time I thought about Mom, at least a tear would drop from eye. A kiss on my forehead, followed by a gentle caress broke my train of thoughts.&nb
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Veer's pov. The moment she came downstairs with Ruhi in her pink gown, with her as usual minimal makeup, and fiery brown eyes laid on me, I knew I was doomed to be. She was going to be my wife in just 48 hours, and as much as I was happy about it, I was shit scared. Scared of the feelings that she gave me. Scared of the possibility that she might leave me when she would learn about my past. When she would learn what a real coward I was. How did I let my mother die? I knew that I could see anger, adoration, respect, admiration and lust in her eyes for me, and I would be fine. But today I could see the another feeling enveloping them, I knew it was the sacred word. The territory that I had blacklisted in my life long ago. And no chance in hell i was going to jump into it. So I did the same thing that I always did to the women who were getting deep with me. Act like a douche. Only this woman was not like others, she was different. I cou
Ananya's pov. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes when I saw the prenuptial agreement that Veer sent me. I remember the teasing that I got from Ma that my to be husband has send me something as a gift before marriage. And even though it was hard to believe, I did pay attention to her words and now, damn it hurt like a bitch. I wondered where did I go wrong with him, ever since I agreed to this relationship I have tried to make truce with Veer, but he being the dork he isn't getting the hint. I almost cried when I held those papers in my hands, but I controlled myself. I reminded myself of the promise that I made to Ma and Rudy. I wasn't going to give him ignorance in return of it. I knew the only way to break his walls was by winning his trust. Though we both had trust issues, and I knew that the marriage doesn't work one way, but to make it better, I was going to take the intiative and I knew he would come around. But that looked diffcult to m
Veer's pov Dressed in light pink skirt, with the same blouse and adorned with heavy pearl and diamond jewelry she looked like a queen descending downstairs accompanied with her brothers. Never in my life had I ever seen so beautiful like her, she looked like the epitome of the beauty. I was glad that this ceremony was an intimate ceremony or men would have stared at her like a piece of meat, and I was no different. I would have knelt in front of that goddess of beauty with brain, if she would have told me so. When I recieved her gift, I planned on not wearng if it wasn't for Rudra's continous insistence and him revealing me a fact about my to be wife that how much she despises shopping but just for a gift for me she took 5 hours to shop and carried him everywhere with her. A warmth filled my chest when I realised how much my to be wife wanted me, when I saw the italian phrase written on the back of the brooch. I always thought that these were just mere words until I read them and
Ananya povAnanya’s povVeer was a Richie rich that much I knew even before I met him, but now that I was watching his luxury, with his chartered plane, cars security and mansion I underestimated what Rudy told me. But the more I saw the more I felt proud because I knew that it was all his hard earned money, his grandfather was rich but he was the one who brought their business to the top and made it a big corporation expanding its branches to various fields.After 17 years someone called me Anu, the name that I let only mom called me, not even Rudy called me Anu because he knew it would hurt me, so they all settled on Ana, but Veer. He gave me this name and after so many years of hearing it I felt my heart tug, it hurt at the same time but felt good I didn’t know what to say or react when he told me about his family so I just kept quiet. Listening to him I knew he was not at all fond of them.Sarah was a true a spit fire the moment she
Ananya's pov I had nothing to do since morning when Nani told me that all of my post wedding rituals had been done already and the fact that couldn’t cook, canceled one ritual as well. I felt bad about it but Nani was surprisingly calm and content when she simply told me to boil some milk as a formality. However, Mami and Mamu was a different case, they decided it was right moment to show me where I belonged. They taunted me about my cooking skills and how I would kill Veer hungry. I mean what kind of wife I was who couldn’t cook. Simple reason, I was pyrophobe and my doctor had strictly denied me to do anything related to fire as it was the main reason and it could trigger my panic attack. What surprised me was when Veer said I don’t need to cook as simply for starters, we have cook in our house and secondly he knows how to cook and it was enough for both of us. I swore I was just a second away from squealing like a school girl whose crush had noticed her the first time. Ever sinc
Veer’s pov The thought of Anu thrashing in my arms when she had a nightmare couldn’t leave my mind. It was stuck to my mind like a plague. She slept holding me, her grip so tight as if she was afraid I would fade away. I told her to sleep but I couldn’t sleep myself. The way she spoke and thrashed was heartbreaking. As the time passed her breathing was back to even and her grip got a bit loose, I knew she was asleep. He tears filled eyes and the way she tried to hide her pain away from me was clearly visible. I couldn’t help but wonder about Rudra’s words. What he said was true, but I didn’t pay much attention to it then, but now that I saw her night terror, I couldn’t help but wonder about her past. She had a loving family that couldn’t stay away from her but still lived away from them because of her grandmother. Or was there more to it? Was there another face of Ananya that I didn’t know. All I had ever seen was a strong woman who knew when to speak and how to put her thoughts. Sh
Ananya’s pov. My ballerina music box was the best ever gift that I had ever received in my entire life, the only connection that I had with my mom, the tune that kept my nightmares at bay. I had changed into some nightclothes and Veer was sitting beside me working on his laptop. I was sipping on my hot chocolate and was still looking at the music box. I could see the arts and craft tape that Shori had paste on the box to cover the cracks, it was not the same but it’s tune was still working and there were some cracks that were hidden by the tape. I was listening to the tune on repeat past 30 minutes and was still listening to it still. “It’s not going anywhere Anu, you can keep it and get back to sleep.” Veer said a small smile playing on his lips as he looked at me. I shook my head in a childish manner because it still felt surreal to me that I had my music box with me. “I still can’t believe it, Shori gifted me this.” I said in astonishment still caressing the box like it was mo
Veer’s pov I was warm. Too warm. Smell of lavender and vanilla invaded my nostrils and I opened my eyes and felt my face brushing something soft and smooth as silk. My head was buried inside her neck and her leg was wrapped around me. The sunlight squinted through the dark curtains of my room. 6:30 am. It was too early to wake up in the morning when I didn’t want to work out. Last night I had one of my best sleeps in my life, and something that I had dreamed of came true. Ananya was the perfect aphrodisiac and I couldn’t be luckier. Her sweet cum dripped down her wet pussy like a never ending waterfall and the perfect ‘o’ that she formed with her lips while coming down from her high was a picture that I wanted to hang on my wall. She was the most beautiful woman to me even in her bed hair and there was nothing pure and tainted like her. I looked at her and saw some purple and even dark marks on her neck. I didn’t know how but her skin was softest on her neck and I loved to bite ont