Third Person's POVMr Sumer Singh has left the home so early. Arnav got up and got ready. He came late at night and he didn't eat last night, so now he is hell hungry and hunger makes him woke up early.As he stepped down the stairs, he asked, "Where is Dad?" "He left early in the morning and said that he may be late at night," His mother replied stepping behind him."ohk, " Arnav retorted and marched towards the dining room. He ordered the maid to bring some snacks and a strong coffee. "I will arrange," His mother stopped the maid by her words and she entered the kitchen.She made coffee for both of them and filled two mugs. Placing them in the tray, she headed to the dining room. Arnav was looking a little bit tensed."What happened, Arnav?" She asked Arnav and he shook his head breaking the chain of his thoughts."Nothing, mom," He sighed and grabbed the cup of coffee and started sipping the coffee."Arnav, what do you say about Chitra? I

Third Person's POV"Meet, Sharanya my granddaughter," Mr Sharma introduced Sharanya to the Raizada family. "Hello," Sharanya whispered and greeted. She doesn't like this type of formality. She already knows them and they all know her as they met at the success party."I know her," Ananya asserted happily and smiled at Sharanya."You are looking just like your mother, so beautiful," Ananya blessed her caressing her head and made her seat next to her."Ananya Ji, if Sharanya won't wish to do, I won't force her into this marriage," Mr Sharma requested in a humble tone. For him, his granddaughter is everything, he never forces her and Sharanya's happiness is the motto of his life. He can never put her in trouble.Elders are gossiping, perhaps, Arnav doesn't look at Sharanya for a bit. His heart was pounding seeing her in front of him. He forgot his hatred for a while, seeing her in front of him."Arnav, the decision will be made by both of you, you should

Sharanya's POVBefore anyone would welcome him, he broke the folding and slammed the table hard. That shook the table terrible and my coffee mug crashed into pieces kissing the floor.Everyone got up with shudder and Romil held his shoulders and tried to soothe him, "What happened? Why are you so angry?"He was glaring at me like he is gonna eat me alive without cooking. Shut up! By cooking or not cooking, he will eat me anyhow. I mentally slapped myself swallowing the toughest."Why on the earth my mother chooses him for me? Didn't she find any chocolaty boy for me? A beard and moustache like he is the king of the random kingdom, eeeeiiiii," My subconscious mocked at me.What I was thinking, silly girl. It's just because I hate the man with a beard and moustache and he has."How dare you call my mom? I was in an important meeting and I have to left it incomplete just because of you," He roared breaking the silence. Everyone's gaze was on us only. I felt humili

Sharanya's POV"Stop bothering yourself,"  I yelled at Anna and Remya as they are not allowing me to go back home."I have work for an hour, wait for me, I wanna come with you," Remya pleaded and Anna made puppy eyes to pursue me. Romil has some works so he will come to attend my wedding later, but my stubborn birds wanna come with me and I also want them by my side as there are only a few days. Terence also needs to do some work before leaving Mumbai, as he also wants to come with us. But all of them need some time, at least an hour.Waiting for them will cause me delayed, I have to go but these stubborn are not allowing me to leave without them."Sharanya, just wait for half an hour, I have done with my work. I can't let you go alone as you have messed up with the great ASR," He jerked his hands on his hip as he was more scared than me. After all, he knows his friend better than me."Okay," I raised my hand in surrender sighing hard. I th

Sharanya's POVIt has been a few minutes or maybe more than half an hour passed since I have been waiting for him sitting in the middle of the decorated bed in his room.While talking with Sanchi, I felt a little fresh and I slept in the car, so I felt relieved and less tired than I expected.The room was beautifully decorated for our first night with flowers on the bed, many types of fragmented candles are placed here and there in the room giving it a romantic taste. Every table and boards are filled with beautiful flower bouquets. There are so many roses among them fragmenting the surrounding with their scent. A wide red heart was made with flowed petals on the bed and currently, I'm sitting on it.If he accepts me with his will and this marriage would not be forced one, this night would be the most romantic of our life. But I know that our first night will be everything but will not be a romance filled night.With the sound of the room, door opening, I clutch my