Vikrant stared at his ex-best friend's face in shock. He couldn't have heard him correctly, right? "Unfortunately, Divya beat you to it." Vikrant said. "Why are you telling me this?" "I can't... I can't do this anymore. I've not been able to sleep or study. I want things to go back to the way they were." Raj replied. "I came here to ask for your forgiveness, Vikrant." He dropped to his knees. "Please forgive me." Tears sprang to Vikrant's eyes as he stared at his former best friend on his knees. He'd cherished his friendship with Raj and he'd even thought of him as his brother from another mother, but he'd been the only one with the clear conscience in that relationship. He was eternally grateful to Kaly for exposing Divya and whose betrayal made him see Raj for who he really was. He was starting a new chapter in his life. He was a father and soon to be husband to the most wonderful girl in the world. He didn't want to bring his past into his future so he had to sever all ties w
They were married. She was his wife but Vikrant still felt very nervous as he stood at the altar waiting for Sarita to walk in. Her father had not been very happy after they told him that they intended to wed in the church after their traditional wedding but he'd given his consent, agreeing to walk her down the aisle. He straightened his jacket, checked his cuffs as the pianist began to play the wedding march song and almost wiped the sweat off his brows but he caught himself and silently cleared his throat. His breath hitched in his throat as the doors opened and Kaly walked in holding a small bouquet of peonies, followed by the ring bearer; Michael's cousin Sean and the flower girl and finally his bride appeared with her father. The walk to the altar took forever but he didn't mind as all he thought of was how gorgeous she was in the embroidered tulle wedding dress with a sweetheart neckline that she was wearing. He thought that he was a very lucky bastard because she was his to h
Samishka Singh stood in front of the buffet table wondering what to eat. There were different assorted dishes and desserts laid out for the guests to choose from but she was finding it hard to pick a specific dish. It was her youngest cousin Vikrant Suryavanshi's wedding and anyone who was somebody in Cardenia was in attendance. She snorted as she vaguely remembered that two years ago, Vikrant Suryavanshi would never have expected to find himself a married man before he turned twenty or worse be a father to two adorable gorgeous boys. But here he was, two years later, happily married to her little sister Kalyani's best friend Sarita Madhav. Now known as Sarita Suryavanshi. "Love... Look what you made him do." She muttered. They'd had an Indian wedding and this one was a church wedding. "Are you going to stare at the canapés all day or take a bite from them?" An amused male voice questioned beside her. Sam turned to face the newcomer and her breath hitched in her throat when she saw
"Hey hey Fam!" Kalyani Singh sang as she let herself into her best friend's house. It had been raining cats and dogs earlier this morning but it was only drizzling lightly now. She shook off the water in her hair and took off her rubber boots, placing them by the door. She made her way to the sitting room and met her friend Sarita's seven year old brother Abhimaan, staring at the blank screen of the TV looking sad. He looked as if his favorite pet fish just died and he wasn't going to get a replacement."What's up, Maan?" She dropped down on the sofa beside him with a wide smile on her face then ruffled his hair. He hated it when she did that but he didn't even flinch now."I don't want to go to school today, but Papa says I have to." Maan replied with a frown on his face. "It's not a must."Kalyani sighed. "Same here, Maan." She patted his shoulder. She didn't like school herself but she knew she couldn't live off her parents hard earned money either. "I don't want to go either but
The bus pulled up at the curb and the doors swished open and they all alighted from the bus and made their way into the school premises."Isn't that your Raj?" Kaly jerked her head in the direction of the head cheerleader and her cohorts hanging around Rajveer Chaturvedi who was the second most handsome boy in school."He's not my Raj." Sarita countered. "But you want him to be." Kaly stated.Sarita sighed and looked at Raj. He looked very handsome in his black suit pants, white shirt and red and gold tie and wished it was her, he had his arm around her waist like that but she knew that wishes weren't horses and beggars couldn't ride."Yes, I want him to be, but he's not." Sarita replied to her friend's earlier statement. "He's... Divya's.""He must be blind or something." Kaly muttered. "I mean, it's like Prince Charming in Cinderella leaving her behind and going for one of her sisters. Absolute madness."Sarita smiled despite herself. It was a very interesting theory but Cinderella
"Kalyani!" Sarita chided, looking horrified as well. "His ego is bigger than the earth itself, so someone's gotta put him in his place." Kaly huffed looking nonchalant. "I don't understand you sometimes, Kaly. Just a while ago, you were drooling all over his expensive shoes and now this?" Sarita looked confused. "We're just like that." Kaly shrugged carelessly. "Now wait for it." She moved close to Sarita as Vikrant stalked towards them. All Sarita could see was a drop dead gorgeous boy with blue eyes sauntering towards them. His hair was as black as night and reached his shirt collar which meant that it was long enough and needed to be cut, but Sarita thought that it made him look like an ancient warrior coming back from war... victorious. Although, the look in his eyes right now bordered on irritation and mild amusement. "I'm going to spank your ass one of these days, Yaya." His low voice watched over Sarita like rain after a long time of drought. "You're becoming very naught
Sarita woke up later that morning and realized that despite her scream, her parents didn't wake up to find out what was going on and then she remembered that they were heavy sleepers. Even if the earth was shaking, they'd never wake up. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She rotated her arms and felt the pain which made her frown. "Very funny." She muttered under her breath. She'd probably overworked her arms during gym class yesterday and the pain wasn't due to the yanking her arms had been subjected to in her dream. After her shower, she put on her uniform sans jacket since it seemed as if it was going to be a hot day and sat at her reading table to read for the history pop quiz she knew they'd have that day because the history teacher Mr Bradley was predictable like that. She tried hard to read but she couldn't concentrate as her mind decided to take a trip down memory lane which was early this morning about the dream. She found it absurd that Vikran
Sarita gasped. "That is very very bad." She reprimanded him. "I was looking for her password." He said. "It's nice to finally meet you, Anushka." He held out his hand to her. Sarita stared at his hand in awe then she looked at his face before she shook his hand shyly. She gasped when she felt a tingling sensation run up her arm and she quickly withdrew her hand from his. "Um... It's nice finally meeting you too, Vikrant Suryavanshi." She smiled. "I'll call you Anu from now on, okay? It's Anu for me and only me." He informed her. "Um... Okay." Sarita blushed harder, if it were possible. "You can call me Mayank. Only my dad calls me Mayank, seeing as he's also Vikrant. I don't want you to call me what others call me." He told her. "If you call me Vikrant, I won't answer you." "Why not? It's your name, is it not?" She angled her head to study his face. "Yes, but I don't want you to call me Vikrant." He reiterated. "Like we're friends?" She wondered. "Yes." He nodded. "Okay."