"Excuse me?" baffled, seated on the blue couch, Shanaya looked at the handsome Vihaan, standing in front of her with his arms locked, his eyes on her, and his face depicting no expressions.   "Excused", with the same posture, he spoke in a business manner. Annoyed, Shanaya took a long breath and tried to mock him by being as polite as she can" What do you mean by the statement that we have to keep it a secret?", meanwhile passing a mild smile.   Getting away from her, Vihaan reached to the end of the room, opened some drawer and pick out the wine bottle. Ignoring her protesting looks, he picks out two wine glasses and moved toward her.   Trying her best not to show her disgust, Shanaya withdraws her eyes from Vihaan's appearing image and tried to distract her by appreciating the beauty of his room.   Vihaan had a hint of her distast

The Hall of the Rathore Mansion was not in usual. Instead of being silent, it was full of helpers, moving here and there, fulfilling some requests and obeying some orders. In the middle of the Hall, seated on the couch were Mr and Mrs Rathore's.   Standing on the top of the stair that led to the first floor, Vansh descend down, meanwhile eating an apple and touched the feet of four of them to get the blessing of "Long live" in return.    Sitting on the armrest of the couch of his aunt, Mrs Shakti, Vansh enquired with puzzled expressions " What's the chaos?"   "The one waking up at 10 in the morning won't be able to understand it." hearing the sarcasm from his Dad, Vansh laughed and answered him "Dad, come on. I promised uncle and Bro to join them in the office after a month. Can't I live freely for this month?"  

The D day arrived and, the Hall of the Rathore's Mansion was different from usual days. Gone were the sofas and chairs, and were instead replaced by the sets of semicircle shaped dining table and five chairs covered with blue satin cloth.    On each dining table, along with the cutlery set, was placed scented napkins and in the middle of the table lay a white wicker basket with white daisies.    The idea to have the semicircle shaped table was Shanaya's as she wanted every person present in the hall to have the view of the stage, where Avni and Anubhav were to exchange the ring, without troubling themself.    The stage was at the far end of the hall and decorated with hanging glass globes with various flowers petals in them.   The theme of the day was blue and white and, the path from the entrance to the stage covered by white curtains and, chandeliers along, with white flowers enhanci

"Shana, wake up, it's almost noon" patting Shanaya on her shoulder, Riya in her mustard yellow net gown with a full sleeve top moved toward the mirror and adjusted her light brown curly hair. Picking up the blue accessory box, she opened it to reveal the emerald in square shape and wearing it stood up.   Scowling at sleeping figure of Shanaya, she spoke loudly" Wake up sleeping beauty. Dee's Haldi ceremony is going to start soon!".   "Let me sleep Ri, I slept late." murmuring in her deep sleep, Shanaya covers her face with her duvet and doze off.   "I did not tell you to work late. Wake up Shana before Dee came enquiring for you" busy in choosing among the perfumes, Riya warned her for the last time.   The effect it had on Shanaya was worth noticing. With her eyes closed, she sat up on her lap and

The silence freezing the washroom was more horrible than some harsh words to Shanaya at that moment. Looking at Vihaan, who, was looking at her with no expressions and yet full of expressions was terrifying her.    She back away a little when she saw Vihaan closing the distance between them and stop breathing when he caged her in his signature style.   "I will ask again, Who is Saar?" with determination and a sense of ownership in his voice, Vihaan tried his best to ask as calmly as possible, his eyes gazing her right side neck fully in view of him due to Shanaya's act of turning her face toward her left.   But, he felt it hard to be calm. Not, after witnessing someone's name on her skin.   He heard his mind taunting" It's none of your business. She can do whatever she wants. She can choose to write anyone's name on her skin. Who are you to ask her?" but, h