"how you came here?" He ask. Niyati looked much more in control of herself, now. Sitting beside him in a comfortable chair their clasped hand in between them.

He has loudly protested against their sitting arrangement but Niyati, this time holds her stand. "No..I won't. " She told him firmly and dragging the chair sat down by his side. It is important,she can't even form thoughts let alone talk while remaining in such close proximity of his. So sitting where she was, was a much better choice. No matter what the prince charming has to say regarding that.

"Public transport." And giggled aloud looking at his gaze. He rolls his eyes but didn't said anything. Preferring her cheerful self over the gloomy one. "No really, I changed two bus and then a auto, and ta-da..I'm here. Do you know how far this place is from my college?"

"Very funny. "

"I am. " She said proudly. "Everyone say so."

He would very much like to know who these people are, but that can wait. He has to get the answer of his question first. "I meant.." he pulled their hand and the smile get wiped away before a shy expression take place and this, Achintya enjoys very much. "how you come here?"

Because the girl who is afraid to even stands close to him in the fear of being seen by other people, has somehow manages to gather her courage, made up her mind to come to the hospital in the broad day light, the fear of the what other will see now gone.

Grumbling she looked away, didn't she just poured her heart out to him, a moment before. Did he forget that? Or it could be that, Achintya's wound on the shoulder somehow affected his brain somehow. Could be that.

The question of his, reminds her of something more "you are not the first one-" what that woman ment. She is not the first one, means there were others before her who came here, to see him?

It could be his friends. She told herself. But then if it was his friends, why the nurse said those exact words, or it could be, some other girls. Yes, that's it.

That's what she meant.

Something hot, much different than the warmth he usually ignites, bubbles inside her .

"Who came to see you, before me?" He raises his eyebrows at that abrupt question.

"I asked first-"

"ladies first..you know-"

"Your comebacks are getting as good as mine." He smiles. Looking at her with a lazy smirk and she hit him again.

"Stop. " Because if he don't, her brain will not function properly, even here, on a hospital bed,messy hair, white t-shirt and grey joggers he still easily, can outshine even the best dressed one. "Answer my question."

God, when will this man stop affecting her so much.

"Well..let's see. My family, my friends-"

"Which friend exactly?" What the hell is running in her preety head? Her glare has turned sharp, like she is daring him to not say something -

But what?

"Some friends I know-?"

"Which one?"

"What is the matter with you suddenly?" He ask at last. Like the loose cannon she kept firing the questions right back at him without answering any of his- plus, the look of her face,like she ready to pour gasoline on him and set him on the fire, Achintya would much better prefer it not.

"Nothing. I asked you something -"

"Mayank. He is my friend from the college -"

Like a balloon that suddenly has defleated, she shut her mouth, the jittery feeling subsiding bit by bit. So a friend visited him named Mayank, fine..she can work with that. It is completely fine.

"A relative of my friend's heard the guard of your house talking about the name of the hospital - she told me and that's how I know."

Her gaze went to his,found him looking at her with the disbelief on his face.

The girl was total the gone case. What has gotten in her a few seconds back ? He just cannot understand- Niyati acting.. suspicious? It felt more like an interrogation and less like the conversation.

Tugging her forcefully to himself he brings her close, her elbow digging in the mattress, her face hovering above his "what's gotten in you?" And watches red dusting her cheeks. It was subtle, and if she wasn't this close to him he probably would have missed that.

Shyly she ducked her head down mumbling "nothing. Just wanted to..know."

He didn't look convinced but he refrain himself from probing further,she came all the way here to see him, he can give her this much of leniency. Beside, he has ample of the time in his hand later to find out the cause of her sudden change.

"Fine. " He tugs the strand of her hair away from her forehead, finding he likes her more with her hair open then tied in the simple plait.

"I love your smell." He exhales. The coconut on her makes him calm, shut the violent trumpet in his head.

Watches the red spreading on her neck too, and smirked. Fuck, he might not say it- but now he has seen her, his heart in so much peace.

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Time flies by in a bit of the blur.

The lunch trolly that rolled around 1 am came and went away. She served him the hot soup and the lunch from which he feeds her a decent portion of the food. Only stopping when she reminds him that her mother too has sent her the tiffin and she needs to finish that too.

Niyati will never confess it to anyone, anyone, Achintya might be the sweetest person she has ever met. Despite coming from the rich background he held no tell tale signs of it. No tantrums of his wealth or any kind of superiority -atleast not with her.-

He demanded her to open her lunch box and ate two cold chapattis with the sabzi, ordering her to finish the hot meal on her plate. Once the trolley went away, she sat by him her hand in his and they talked about everything and nothing.

He even told her about those men who attacked them yesterday.

When asked what he did to them, he smoothly replied "I promised you, so I didn't killed anyone." Was it supposed to make her relieved, she didn't know.

Right in no time, the watch on the white wall shows that it is past 2 and half and with a jolt she stand up from her seat, rambling how if she won't leave on the time she will miss the 3pm's bus.

"How long will you be in the hospital?" She asked. Standing by the door, her body half turned in his direction. Achintya was not much happy at the aspect that she will be traveling by the public transport, insisted -demanded- that he sent her himself and it take Niyati literally begging him not to "think about yourself . Get well soon so I can see you every morning." that he lay down on the bed.

"Why? You will come to visit me daily?"

"If you say so." She teases. If Niyati tries, she can actually make this work. Atleast for the next day. Her teacher already saw her condition today, so even if she take the leave no problem will arise there. And she can simply inform Shivu dii that she went to the local library and that is why she didn't saw her in the college at all.

It will be a fool proof plan because this part of the city was far away from her home and Niyati was sure there will hardly be anyone who will recognise her here. It will not be a problem, her major concern now solved.

She was used to travelling on her own in Indore, well accommodate in knowing the limits and lines she is not supposed to tip-toe around. Begusarai is becoming familiar to her.

But all of that can wait...

This man..infront of her was her concern at the moment. The way he was looking at her with a deadpan look clearly showed her just how much trust he has in her words.

"What? You think I can't come?"

"Won't it look weird if someone saw you and-"

"They won't. I'm sure this part of the city is not familiar with my family. It is a commercial area, isn't it?" She answered confidentially. Already weighteing her pros and cons.

So she has thought this too. Impressed at her thinking, he beckons her closer with his finger now their hands were not connected anymore. And it was just a heady feeling even for him, how much her face can express. Like an open book it was just so easy to read her with just her eyes.

Red hues blooming on her cheeks,she takes small steps still maintaining the little distance between the bed and her.

"I won't bite." He teases and she glared eyes frowned together. He might not bite but he has weird habbit of holding her hands and not letting them go. It took her immense effort just to get her hands free from his tight grip some moments before.

It was not like Niyati doesn't like it, no, please. But it's just..that..being in such a close proximity with him makes her brain goes haywire. And she..would very much like to not break into a tomato at that moment, because of she won't reach home soon, any plan for tomorrow will be specially toppled over by her own dearest mother.

"Yeah..but I think my hearing is perfect and so I can hear clearly from here whatever you have to say."

"What if it is something I want to say but do? Then you have to come close."

Gulping back the fear -elation- she take a step further, her dainty wrist getting caught up in the tight grip he pulled her near. "I'll be waiting for you."

And with that he pushes her away but not before Niyati saw it- the unmistakable control he was putting in his action, the clenched jaw, the hard eyes. Blinking back the daze that settled on her mind, she turns in her spot and made her way to the door but not before turning back one last time.

He was already looking back at her, this time the rage dancing in his eyes, and with a sharp sound she opened the door and made her way outside.

When will her heart will stop pounding so much in his presence.

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Mithilesh barged in the room, ready to curse the hell out of his brother.

The little shit-

"What is this I'm hearing?"

"How will I know that bhaisahab? I'm here confined in this cabin." His brother answered back lazily. Looking way too comfortable lying in the bed, scrolling his phone.

Clenching his teeth, Mithilesh replied. "You gave order to the doctor so you can stay here for one more day?"

"Oh yes. "

"You don't even like hospital. What's make you suddenly change yourself?" It was not true. Achintya hates the hospital. Or the thought of being confined in one place, being dependent on someone else's order, having no freedom of his.

"Just. " He shrugged, riling up his brother's irritation even more. "I feel weak, you see bhaisahab-"

"Feed that bullshit to the one who believes it. The brother I raised would rather bleed to death then confess he is feeling weak."

Grinning at Mithilesh's words Achintya turned to him, keeping his phone down. He might not confess but yes, Mithilesh was the giant softy from the heart who just not know how to express his thoughts. Even now he was here, at the hospital, after a hectic day at the factory and the godowns to just check on him.

And Achintya might felt guilty over it but his heart was in the cloud 9 to feel anything but happiness, she is coming tomorrow too.

That she cares enough to throw everything aside -fear and hesitation- to come running back to him because she was worried for him. Her confessions, her face contored in the pain, was still playing behind his eyelid every time he closes them.

It was becoming harder and harder to bring her out of his mind.

"Earth to Achintya Babu. " Mithilesh snapped his finger infront of his brother's face to bring him out of whatever trave he has gone into.

People around him are getting useless more and more as the time passes. He had to repeat himself at least thrice before Vijay replied his head and now Achintya was doing the same thing.

Have they both developed the same disease somehow.

"It is just one day-"

"I want to know the reason behind that one day?" He glared and then- something comes up in his mind suddenly, could it be?

"Exactly. Now that you made the connection, will you stop yelling at me?" Replied Achintya. And it was little creepy just how well Achintya was at reading the people.

"So you have turned the VIP room into a broth-"

"BHAISAHAB DON'T -" it happened in second and Mithilesh would have flinched at the loud tone of his brother if only he wasn't surprised. Achintya looked a second away from- punching something, expression hard, and mouth sat in thin light. "Please. "

Which was even weird be because Achintya never say please. No. He order around, demand, but never pleaded. Mithilesh could count handful time he has actually heard that word from his mouth and still some of his fingers will be left aside.

Has his worst fear finally come true, then?

Someone finally managed to claim the beast, chaining it down, making it her.

Because that is, another disaster in making. He knows his brother well, Mithilesh proud himself on that, and so he know that if,if his inkling is true and Achintya really- really is fallen than it could either be the two things ; a disaster or a blessing. There will be no way in between.

Because beast like Achintya are not supposed to be chained to one person, no, his wild rage, undivided possessiveness, his demanding nature and obsessive tendencies combined together could be a real pain to handle.

Not to forget, who is that girl who has managed to take away the heart of his brother. Which family she belongs to? Is she even from a good breed? Mithilesh was aware of the Achintya's high standard but the nagging voice in his head kept reminding him that - love, can change even the mighty beast in the mundane man.

"So you are serious with her?" He asked anyway. It would be much better to hear it directly from him then to make speculation of his own.

"Yes. Completely serious. " Yeah, Mithilesh could see that alright. If the mere mention of her in a wrong way could revokes such a reaction from his ever calm, ever composed,not at all reactive brother, then Achintya really-really is, serious. "Give me some time and soon I'll introduce her to you. "

Widen eyes Mithilesh watched the serene look on Achintya's face, his brother was down, bad.

The path ahead might look hazy but Mithilesh was sure of one thing, of Achintya didn't get this girl of his, he will not stop before putting the world on the fire.

And thus the big responsibility lies on his shoulder now, he will have to see it himself, just who is she, for whom his brother dropped his whoring tendencies and decided to be the family man.

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Vijay stand where he stood yesterday, eying the lift like he was ordering it to open up and conjure up the person he badly wanted to see.

Last night, he finished 3 bottles and still was not able to wipe those wide round eyes away from his mind. Like they have made their home in there.

And so he was back. Not to see her, hell no, Vijay Choudhary was not a weak fellow. Just to confirm whether or not what he saw was right, thus those eyes really were twinkling.

He can't wipe that out.

Lost in his thoughts he zoned out only to come back to the scene when the lift ping aloud, opening and sea of the people come out of it. Ahh, boring.

Except she was there, inside the lift, this time wearing a mustard coloured suit, hair opened behind her back framing her face, a delicious red colour spread on her cheeks that was visible from even here.

It makes his hands itch, wanted to move forward, to squeeze those cheeks, to see how red they really can turn to.

It conjured another image in his head, him clutching those thick tresses in his hands as she lay-

Lost in that delicious thought he didn't noticed the lift closing again, no..no.. he run towards it swiping his long hair away from his forehead and eyes.

The lift has started moving downward, he frantically clicked the second lift just to the left, waited, but it was taking too much of the time- he decided to jogs the stairs.

Except it was too late. She must be gone. Because when he reached at the ground floor, there was no trace of the yellow in the sea of the people and he fucking cursed his destiny.

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"Sundar..what happened to you?" Meena asked for the hundredth time. It was fifth day in the row her son has come to the home drunk out of his wits. And if her husband saw that, he will soon be ready to start one of his lecture again.

She really tried to understand what Sundar was mumbling but it was too hard. Plus the smell of the alcohol and sweat on him was too much to bear.

Patting his head, she brings him to his room, laid him down on the bed gently, removing his shoes, wiped his face clean.

It pained Meena to see her only son in this way. Sundar was a handsome man; tall,fair and all broad shoulders. All in all he can easily beat Achintya behind if only he could work on his personality a little bit.

Her son, who was always good at talking with fists then feat. Whose simple nature could not understand the mind games and politics. A bit impulsive and aggressive but it was fine. Man are supposed to be like that.

A real gold, her son was if only people had the eyes to see it.

And that is why Meena need to marry him to a grand family. A family that will raise the status of her and her son's in front of the people who always overshadowed first her and then her son.

And it needed to be done fast. Before Achintya's marriage atleast. Sundar must get married to a girl who is the best. So well that even if Durga Devi tried to find someone like her, she couldn't.

She will do everything, not stopping at anything to bring the monarchy of that old lady down, to teach her a lesson for Durga Devi, always has done the partiality in between her sons' first then in her daughter-in-laws' and at last with her grandsons'.

Getting her son married to a well respected and known family, is the first step at that.

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"..but Mukesh we can't -"

"Are you saying no to me.. Asha? Huh! What I want huh! It isn't something you can't give-"

"I know, please, do not yell. All I am saying is not now- let's, let's wait untill -"

"Oh..I'm not waiting for anything. It is either you do what I want or you can go to the hell."

Asha cried harder that night, so much so, that she was burning hot the next day and has to be taken to the hospital by her parents.

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Niyati's ears rings loudly with the noise.

She was in the great mood from the morning, Achintya has taken her to a famous temple outside of the city only dropping her back to the college at the time for the Rawat sir's lecture.

It was the most blissful moment of her life. They both ascended the thousand stairs with hand in hand, performed the Pooja in the silent and empty temple, the priest even mistaken them as a couple -that idiot didn't even let her correct him, looking way to smug at the red splotches of her cheeks- lingering at the top for some time discussing every mundane things that comes in their mind.

He was the total sweetheart while doing all these things. Such a charming -strong- man when he stopped at the road side, to help a frail looking man in taking out his bike from the puddle of the mud -the rain has come unexpected last night.- with such a ease.

If that scene makes her goes a little hot under her ears, no one has to know.

But right now, Niyati was growing a different kind of hotness inside her. A fury so hot, that she wanted to beat the hell out of the girl who was hanging by his arm.

Because, the prince charming has to be here, and his little circus of the the fans has to be here too. Fawning and gushing about him in his stripped shirt rolled all the way to his elbow, his stupid sunglasses and his overall kind persona of helping the girl who has fainted at her place after catching the glimpse of his.

What a performance. She knows for sure that the girl was acting, and from the smirk of his he was aware too.

"Niyati..why are you glaring daggers at him?" Reecha ask. Suddenly feeling a bit off seeing the ever calm Niyati looking so angered.

"Nothing, nothing " quickly composing herself, she replies. Reecha do not need to know about the murder plan Niyati was cooking inside her head. "I'm just looking at that girl acting so shameless."

Reecha snorts from besides her. It might be Niyati's first time watching the circus but Reecha has had some experience under her belt. She has seen a scene or two of women fainting or acting to faint, just to catch the attention of the Chaudharys. Achintya and Vijay are mostly the usual target.

Because Mithilesh Chaudhary will rather chug that person off than to hold them and help.

"Let her. I'm sure she is hoping to end up in the bed of-"

Gasping aloud Niyati turns to Reecha "how could you say that? " Because those words should not be said for anyone. Especially not for a girl.

"Please Niyati. I know these girls more than you. I went to school with them, grow up watching half of the people here and so I know..better than you. "

Achintya has taken the girl inside of the building causing the traffic to thin out from the gate and so Reecha drags Niyati outside of the college where they will wait for Shivangi.

"W-what you mean by that?" She tries her best to control the tremor from her tone. To not let the choked feeling come out and ruin the things here. If she suddenly starts crying at the moment because of her overwhelming feelings, what she will tell Reecha.

"Achintya Chaudhary is the biggest womanizer of the whole Begusarai. And the thing is, women take it as the privilege to be with him. They think they have won the noble prize or something after spending a night with him. I have heard he is quite blessed in that department." Reecha added as the after thought oblivious that her comment has made her friend goes still.

"But that is not what I meant. What I meant is, people worship the floor Achintya Chaudhary walks upon. So ofcourse gaining his attention is an accomplishment in itself and if that girl tried to take the matter a bit further than that- who blames her."

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Niyati could catch a sleep that night. Reecha's words ringing loudly in her head.

women take it as the privilege to be with him.

gaining his attention is an accomplishment in itself and if that girl tried to take the matter a bit further than that-

What it all meant. Really, what it all mean?

Niyati couldn't understand. Couldn't understand what to make out of all these. Achintya has always treated her like the gentleman. She hardly had any experience of herself to know how a man is supposed to court a woman, but she has the first seat ticket in most of her friend's love story.

And so she knows, that the way in which Achintya is with her means more than the casual attraction or otherwise. But then, what was that in the college?

It was a noble thing for him to extend a helping hand -wasn't she was swooning over him in the morning about this same thing- but helping is one thing, holding someone in their arms was another even after knowing that person is pretending.

She was sure if the situation was reversed and it was her out there with another man even standing closer to her, Achintya would not have liked it a little bit.

She understands him atleast this much now.

But the thing was, Niyati do not know him that much. Not much to know where is loyalty lies. That if he is even a bit serious about her, compared to how much serious she was about him.

Ofcourse the feelings could not be measured. But Niyati was sure if it can, hers would holds much more value than his.

And so it drop another boulder in her stomach. Her hands going clammy and sweaty even thinking about he must be doing right now.

Could Reecha be right?

It made her rub her eyes stronger than it was necessary to get rid of the moisture from leaking.

She doesn't know. And it was eating her alive from the inside.

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The next day, Niyati and her whole family woke up early to prepare for the day.

The three of them went to the Raghuveer's house at the crack of the dawn to help Roopa in her preparation to greet the potential groom's family.

Radha helping in the kitchen with Roopa to turn their house a MasterChef's kitchen under Manorama's careful eyes, Maithili and Ranveer both busy running around the house assisting whoever need their assistance, Raghuveer has kept the temple closed the today after the morning Pooja to stay at the home to welcome the guest while Shivangi and Niyati getting ready in her room.

Shivangi wore the beautiful rose pink coloured silk saree to honour the ocassion, keeping her hair opened in which Niyati has done a beautiful hairstyle that illuminates her features, wearing the gold necklace of her mother's.

She looked no less than the fairy who descended on the earth and everyone who saw her agreed on that.

Ranveer and Maithili even got awestruck at the beauty and Radha and Roopa both put separate dot on the corner of her neck, wiping their tears.

Manorama on the other hand has quite some words to say "..do not laugh much, do not talk alot, keep your gaze down and speak only when spoken, understood."

It irks everyone very much but no one said anything.

"And you Niyati..go and get dressed yourself. I do not want them to think, you and your family are treated like beggars in our family because of your cloth selection."

Niyati looked down at her simple cotton coloured dark blue churidar, a hand picked by her mother because "it is Shivangi's day and so she deserves to look better than anyone else, no." And Niyati quite agree to that.

She turned to the other two ladies who both looked uncomfortable by the comment. Roopa nods her head, and stomping her feet Niyati made her way to Shivangi's room to change again.

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The Trivedis turns out to be a big family. A grandmother, her three sons, and their children. All in all, a whole zoo, Niyati conclude.

They came in two separate cars, nine people sitting in the living room. Grandmother, her two sons and their wives, Shivam, the potential groom, and his two sisters and a brother.

The good thing was, they were quiet pleasant and good natured people. Funny and joyous too, who didn't let the awkwardness of meeting new people stay longer than few minutes.

Niyati wouldn't lie but she was sure Shivam's eyes actually get stuck to her sister's face the moment she walked in the room and didn't leave untill his brother nudges him.

Catching each other eyes Niyati and Vishal -Shivam's brother - both turned their head away before they end up doing something worst,like laughing at Shivam's silliness.

The elder woman said "I think we should let the girl and the boy to talk in the private." And Niyati looked at uncle who looked at the Manorama, who when requested such boldly could not find any good reason to avoid it, nods her head.

"It is the children who will be tied up with each other, so ofcourse, we should let them get to know each other." Mr Trivedi, Shivam's father said, after Shivangi and Shivam left for the terrace.

Niyati sent after them just for good measure.
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"Hii.." Vishal tap the shoulder of the girl standing by the opposite side of the terrace. He was sent here for the same reason Niyati has come.

"Hello." The girl replied and Vishal holds no ground to make fun of his brother when faced with the beauties of this house. The girl looked vibrant in the sky blue coloured simple saree, hair tied behind by a clutcher from which strands has come free to dance on her fair face, her round eyes , small nose and rosy lips complimenting her oval face so much.

"I'm Vishal." He introduced himself extending his hand which she take for a brief moment, shook it and said. "Niyati."

He already knows that. But it was nice hearing it from her own mouth. "I expect you are here for the same reason I am."

"Yeah. My mother- she is Shivam bhai's aunt sent me."

"Hm." She nods her head and turned away to looking away to whatever she was seeing. Her face calm but her eyes speaking so much. They looked a bit damp or it could be the work of the light but they were beautiful. Like the stars twinkling in them.

"What you do?"

"Oh..I am in college. First year, microbiology." She replied and out of pure politeness ask "and you?"

"I have completed my studies and working under a software company in Patna." Vishal was only a bit disappointed knowing the girl's age. She was nine years younger than him and was still in college.

He knew she was younger but this much- it was quite the feat. Shit, there goes his chance.

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"What have you think about your younger daughter, maa ji?" Sushama asked. She was quite impressed by the family and it's friendly but simple people. She has also noticed the quite obvious intrest her son was showing in the younger daughter of the family.

Which was fair, Niyati, was an eye catching person. Shivangi too and even the other two children. God really blessed the Mishras.

Radha's eyes widen a bit knowing where the potential conversation will turns to, and she was not ready for that. That is why she made Niyati dressed up simple so she won't catch the unnecessary attention, but her mother-in-law really ruined it.

It is now Radha think, could also be Manorama's plan from how pleased she looked at Sushma's inquiry.

"Uh..I didn't understand." Manorama understand it well but she still asked to be sure.

"I meant," Sushma checked her mother-in-law's expression and after finding it cool and neutral she continues "..have you thought of her marriage too?"

"Not yet. No."

"Then..are you thinking about it?"

"I will. If we find suitable match." The atmosphere suddenly turned tense. Raghuveer clutching his jaws at his mother, even knowing very well that the descision of Niyati and Maithili's life could only be taken by Radha, she has started this.

The Trivedi could guess too because Mr Trivedi turned to his brother and they both grimaces along with Mrs Trivedi.

"I'm sorry, if I'm too forward but my son, Vishal will be quite suitable for Niyati. He works in a big company at the Patna, earn very well and is a man of pristine nature." Sushma states.

Turning to her husband to get his support that she notices his expression and clamp her mouth shut.

"Yes. He indeed seems suitable, isn't he Raghuveer?" Manorama asked. It is a good thing, two birds from a single stone. Niyati and Shivangi both going to their own home will drastically helps in reducing her stress.

Except all her dreams shatters just as Raghuveer replies "that requires Radha's opinion."

Extremely thankful to his brother-in-law, Radha dabs her eyes with the corner of the pallu, Roopa patting her shoulder. For a second there, Radha really thought that the decision of taking such a big decision of her daughter's life is taken away from her.

"How..how old is your son?" She asked meekly. Manorama openly glaring at her son and then at her two daughter-in-laws'.

"28, he is older than Shivam." Sushma replied."your daughter will be the eldest daughter-in-law if she came in the house."

"My Niyati is only nineteen." Radha replies stomping on Sushma's dream and for forever' shutting the topic."I am extremely sorry Trivediji..but I'm not ready to wed my daughter this early. I'm so sorry, if I offend you-" Radha joined her hand together.

"No..no.. please do not. "Sushma said standing from her place and coming over to the Radha and clutching her hand. "It is I, who should be sorry. I should have traded in this matter a bit carefully, I am sorry."

"Please do not be-"

"Seems like the apology session will go on long." Mrs Trivedi said at last, breaking the two ladies. "It is fine Radhaji..if all goes well, we will be taking one of your daughter away with us. Let's just hope."

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Shivangi gave her confirmation to Niyati and Maithili. Both of the girls passed this information to their mothers and who passed it to the Raghuveer.

The Trivedi came with the prepration and soon Shivangi and Shivam -even their name was complementing each other- sat on the sofa as Mr and Mrs Trivedi did the shagun.

It was the Raghuveer and Roopa's turn and then both of the family's member hugged each other and went to eat the lunch.

And yet Niyati could easily pin-point the tension coming from the Manorama's side and her uncle's tensed visage.

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Achintya stayed in his jeep looking at the closed door of the house. He has come here along with Lokesh and Vijay for some work to the Singhs' house, her house by fate turns out to be here too.

He fucking waited three hours in the morning for her, and she didn't came. But he was not angry no, because accepting the truth will do nothing but to give wind to his slowly simmering rage burning inside him.

From where he was, the terrace of the Mishras was visible. And there three hours before he saw the glimpse of her -in a fucking saree- with a other man.

And now the door has been opened and the Mishras' are bidding good-bye to their guests. He could see that man from here now, behind his sunglasses his eyes scanned the man, he was shorter in the height, buff, short hair and big glasses on his nose. And while they are supposed to make him look cute, it was ruining his asthetic by a great deal.

He was looking a bit remorseful, answering something in the ear of a tall lanky man whose hairs covered his forehead and when he smiles a dimple formed on his cheeks. He looked like the boy next door sort of, a choclate boy.

Everyone laughing and discussing in between themselves when she came silently from the inside, she has pinned the drapes on her shoulder, her hair now completely free from the clutcher, her radiant smile enough to illuminates the deepest corner of the night.

Fuck, is she even aware of her beauty? Of what it could make the weak man do? That idiot holds no chance infront of her, Achintya wasn't blaming him, no.

What he was doing was- cursing him. Cursing him because he has the audacity to gawk at her while she talked with the choclate boy gesturing something above and when he raises his head he saw her sister standing there and then Niyati whispered something to him and the boy literally turned into goo and she giggles.

And went inside again.

Some moments later, Lokesh and Vijay came from the Singh's house with the man trailing behind them. All of their eyes went to the Mishras'household and Achintya heard Mr Singh saying "...his daughter's engagement must be fixed-"

He starts the engine as Vijay comes to his side "out. I'll drive."

To which he replied "sit the fuck down before I break your empty skull." In a calm tone making Vijay raise his eyes.

What has gotten into this psycho again?

But it would be much better to not poke at the beast shining behind his eyes because, Vijay was in no mood to hear his father's lecture after they both will end up killing each other.

Achintya drove the jeep at the high speed, a safe thing to do before he end up gauging that man's eyes for looking at something of his.
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A longer update again. Look at me,not updating in the months and suddenly we are here.
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Lots of things happened here, because from the last two chapters I felt the story was stuck to one place.
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Likes and comments are appreciated as it is what motivates me. So please show your love.
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Fun fact:- the temple I mentioned is indeed true and is the work of wonder.