Weddings are supposed to smell like roses and sandalwood. They’re supposed to be warm, loud, and golden.
But this one?
This one smelled like smoke.
The kind that creeps into your lungs and doesn’t leave.
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“Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?” His voice dropped—dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn’t know the answer— But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn’t loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him—dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. “Ishika,” he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. “Do. You. Regret. It?” I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn’t regret it. I couldn’t. If I had, I wouldn’t still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn’t still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn’t still be aching for more. “We wouldn’t have kissed that long…” I whispered, finally turning to look at him, “…and still not wanted to stop… if I regretted it.” My voice trembled. He stopped breathing. Literally. His chest pressed to mine, unmoving, as if my confession turned his whole world upside down. “If I regretted it, Veer…” I whispered, “…I wouldn’t be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again.” And that's it— I felt the pull.
In a time when radios played Lata's songs and letters carried feelings deeper than words ever could, she met him— on the first day of college, that was twenty years after India got independence. He wasn’t a freedom fighter, but he freed something in her. A smile. A feeling. A love she never dared to name. He loved sitars when the world had moved to guitars. He loved books, children, music... and she? She loved him. Quietly. Completely. From behind the veil of silence every sanskaari girl was taught to wear at that time. He was the boy every girl admired. She was the girl that quite girl who changed herself, bit by bit, just to be noticed. While he chased dreams and disappeared into the world, she stayed behind— with ink-stained fingers and a heart that beat only for him. She doesn't know where he is now. But she remembers the way he looked at her once, like she mattered. And now, decades later, all she has are her memories… and a diary that was never about her. It was always about Him.
"I can give you grandchild without marriage too mom" Mira said after listening to her mom's useless reason making everyone shock. Yeah???? "I...I mean adop...adoption you know" Mira stuttered but nervously smiled "Don't you love someone?" Janvi asked with pity in her eyes for her daughter. "Ab Is GenZ vale jamane me Dev Anand ya Sharukh Khan milna mushkeel ho geya hai!" Mira Said dramatically "You are way too filmy, ese toh koi nhi milega!" Neha told her with a knowing look. "Then I am happy single!" She told her. "Beta You Are Getting Old!????????" Janvi said to which Akhil choked on his food on other hand Mira's eyes widen in shock and Neha laughed loudly holding her stomach. Bezzati ???? *** She suddenly bumped into someone which made her lose her balance, she waited to touch the ground which never happened, someone hold her right hand and saved her. Mira opened her eyes and was surprised to find a familiar yet unfamiliar face infront of her, she was mesmerized by him. His face was calm, he had light beard, his brown eyes were hidden behind his frameless specs, he was looking descent yet hot in the black kurta with rolled sleeves, her eyes fell on his hand which was holding hers just to get more attracted by his veiny arm. She looked into his eyes again which were already looking at her making her heartbeat run like a rollercoaster. For Mira, everything stopped and the only song was playing in her mind. Tum bhi ho... main bhi Hoon Paas aao toh keh doon Aakhir kyun pal mein yun Diwaana main ho gaya Tumhe jo maine dekha Jo hosh tha woh toh gaya
Here are the bonus chapters for Raghuvanshi's daughter-in-law. Hope You Will Enjoy. 🫶🏻
"Aditya, I—" "Just say yes or no." His voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. There was no warmth left, only the hard edge of authority. Shivalika didn't say anything. She knew if she replied with only Yes or No then he won't let her explain, so it is better to stay silent then bringing up more Misunderstandings. But Her silence was enough for him. "I know everything." His voice cracked like a whip. "The lies, the betrayal... You really thought I wouldn't find out?" Her eyes drifted to the papers in his hand—papers that would change everything. Her heart plummeted, face draining of color. She had never imagined the truth would come out like this. "D-DNA report..." Her voice trembled. Her family, who had been glaring with suspicion, was now frozen in shock. The betrayal was too much. His heart, once shattered, was now broken beyond repair. He had trusted her, believed her—foolishly. But she had betrayed him. Not once, but twice. She had left him without a word, and now, after all these years, she had hidden the truth about his daughter. "You hid it from me..." His voice was thick with disbelief, eyes wide in disbelief. "For eight years." His words were venomous. "I have a seven-year-old daughter, and I never knew she existed. I thought my child was dead! And you... you didn't think I had the right to know?" His voice broke into a whisper, one laced with pain. "You broke the already broken heart. I should've known. I shouldn't have trusted you after what you did to me eight years ago." His gaze darkened as he looked at her, disgust curling his lips. For the first time, Shivalika saw hatred for her in his eyes, and it pierced her soul. But she knew she deserved it—every ounce of his anger, every bit of his hate. She had broken him all over again. "You're a lawyer, right?" His voice was low but carried a dangerous weight. "You fight for human rights, but you robbed me of mine. You took away my rights as a father." "Ms. Chauhan..." His voice dropped, chillingly calm now, but every word dripped with venom. "You will regret hiding this from me. You've seen my love, used my ignorance, and now... now you will see my Hate." His words were cold and sharp, each one a knife to her heart. "I didn't hate you when you left me. But today, today you've given me a reason to." His face twisted in a storm of fury, betrayal, and something darker. There would be no forgiveness. No return. "You messed with the wrong man." His words were a warning, clear and deadly. "I'll make your life and your family's life a living hell. This was all because of our family rivalry right? I never interfered in it before... but now, I'll show You what a Real Rivalry looks like." Each word hit like a hammer, filled with venom, rage, and the promise of Vengeance. Shivalika's breath caught. She knew he wasn't bluffing. He would stop at nothing to make her regret everything she had done. The man who had once been the hero of someone's story had now become the villain of his own. His Love turned into Vengeance. -----×××-----
"What’s your name?” He asked her in a straight cold tone. Akshita and all the employees stared at him as if he was a GHOST, but he kept looking at her with an emotionless face. “Ask her for her name”, he ordered the girl, his voice indicating danger. “Wh…What is…is your name Miss?” the girl asked Akshita, stuttering out of fear. “Ak...Akshita” she replied, looking anywhere but at him, blinking her eyes to stop her tears. Fortunately, she was successful. What kind of woman would like it when her husband asks for her name, 4 months after their marriage! That too in front of all those people who know about their relationship? “Full Name” He commands. “Akshita Raghuvanshi”, she replies again. The girl’s eyes widened in realization. “I said FULL. NAME.” He ordered furiously, stressing on the last two words. “Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi” she replied again, this time looking down. The name itself gives shivers. “Mrs. Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi” He states every word clearly, looking at Akshita. She snaps her head towards him in an instant, shock and confusion evident in her expressions. Her full name, from his mouth, created a domination aura around the place. It gave her butterflies, his name with hers, as one.
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