Shanaya's frustration grew as she finished reading the article, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. With great effort, she managed to suppress the urge to let out an expletive-laden outburst. Instead, she flung her phone onto the desk and ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. How on earth had the media discovered their secret orphanage visit?A sudden realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. "Prakash, that bastard!" she shrieked, her voice filled with anger as she thought of the orphanage's manager. There was no doubt in her mind that he was the culprit behind the leaked information. He had been the only one present when Dhruv affectionately called her 'darling'.In the days that followed, Shanaya had witnessed the media frenzy surrounding her and Dhruv, with countless articles speculating on their relationship. However, this particular article felt like a violation. The visits to the Little Angels Orphanage had been a sacred and well-guarded part
Shanaya impatiently brushed her hair for what felt like the hundredth time, frustration etched on her face. The morning had already proven to be a series of regrets, as she realized her mistake of not booking a salon appointment for such a special occasion. With an exasperated sigh, she gathered her unruly curls into a messy bun, hoping it would at least pass as effortlessly chic. Securing the bun with a few jeweled pins, she braced herself to face the mirror once more."Fuck!" she exclaimed, her frustration boiling over as she threw her hairbrush against the wall in a burst of emotion. "I hate this."Her eyes briefly flicked to the clock hanging on the wall, widening in panic as she noticed the time slipping away. "We're late," she whispered to herself, a sense of urgency flooding her movements. Hastily, she gathered her dupatta, draping it elegantly on one side to complete her traditional ensemble.The sound of footsteps echoing through the hallway caught her attention, followed by
Dhruv remained seated on the edge of the bed, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You go ahead," he replied, his voice carrying a mixture of anticipation and a touch of mystery. "I'll catch up with you in a moment."Intrigued, Shanaya retraced her steps and walked back to where Dhruv was seated. Her patience wearing thin, she couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"Dhruv's hands delicately retrieved a long red velvet box from the pockets of his baby pink kurta, his breath audibly hitching in his chest. Locking his intense gaze with hers, he quietly murmured, "I got something for you."As the suspense built up, Shanaya resumed her position beside him, her curiosity mounting. The box remained closed until she was seated next to Dhruv once again. He finally opened the box, revealing a pair of stunning golden anklets that shimmered under the gentle light.The sight of the intricately designed anklets left Shanaya momentarily speechless, her breath hitching in her throat. Thei
The front yard of the Kapoor's Villa underwent a breathtaking transformation, becoming a mesmerizing setting for the joyous engagement ceremony. The creative vision of Kirti and Shanaya, with a little assistance from the guys, brought this enchanting venue to life.As guests arrived, their eyes were immediately drawn to a captivating sight. A sloping rooftop, elegantly supported by sturdy white pillars positioned at the corners, stood as a focal point of the space. The pillars, adorned with shimmery curtains, added a touch of sophistication, while delicate pink roses entwined around them, infusing the air with a sweet floral fragrance. Cascading from the slanting rooftop were graceful strands of purple wisteria, their blossoms swaying lazily in the gentle breeze, adding a whimsical charm to the ambiance.Positioned atop a raised platform, three circular structures adorned with an abundance of resplendent roses awaited the couple. Nestled beneath these floral arrangements was a charmin
As Suhala gracefully slipped away into the crowd, Kabir seamlessly took her place beside Shanaya once again. When she turned to meet his eyes, she noticed the same bewilderment mirrored in his expression that resonated within her own thoughts."What on earth just happened?" he whispered urgently, echoing Shanaya's own confusion. "I'm at a loss here. That was Anjali Bhatt, daughter of the famous actor Kartik Bhatt. She recently made her Bollywood debut. What is Dhruv doing with her?"Anjali exuded a captivating beauty that was hard to ignore. Her flowing black hair cascaded down her backless blouse, and her hazel eyes shimmered in the dimly lit venue. Clad in a sea green saree adorned with diamonds, her pallu gracefully draped along her arm, she captivated the attention of many.Shanaya discreetly stole a glance at the budding actress, briefly taking in her stunning features, before refocusing her attention on Kabir. She needed a diversion from the tumultuous thoughts surrounding Dhruv
Shanaya only needed to glance at him once before concluding how bad of an idea this was. “No,” she whispered, lifting a finger at him to stop him from moving any closer. “This is risky.”She saw confusion flicker across his eyes, the smirk on his face fading. But before Dhruv could respond, she stepped out of the corner into clear vision of the crowd. To her relief, he did not follow her, nor did he call out her name. The tiny bells in her anklets jingled as she paced across the venue to the other end where Harish stood with his back to her. To her relief, Dhruv didn't follow her, nor did he call out her name in protest. The delicate jingle of her anklets filled the air as she briskly paced across the venue, her destination set on reaching Harish, who stood with his back turned to her. The rapid pounding of her heart matched the rhythm of her hurried footsteps, fueled by the realization of the mistake she had narrowly averted. The presence of paparazzi loomed in every corner of the e
Dhruv hadn’t seen that coming. But he should have expected it. After all, what would he and Shanaya do alone in a dark room where he has her pressed against a wall? For a moment his whole body tensed the moment her lips touched his — as if it was a new sensation all together. Like they hadn’t been doing that for the last few days. Recovering soon enough, he kissed her back, throwing out all concern of what would happen if anyone opened the door he had just slammed shut. Her touch on his body was deliberate. She knew just how to turn him on.But something was different about the way Shanaya was kissing him. Almost as if she was angry at him. Her nails dug into his back as she deepened the kiss, pulling him close enough to cover all the distance between them. A moan left his lips when she grabbed his arm, and turned him around. Dhruv realized that now he was the one against the wall. When he opened his eyes, he could barely see anything but he sensed Shanaya glaring at him. “Were yo
Shanaya silently stepped out of the guest room and slowly closed the door behind her so as to not alert anyone who might be closeby. When she turned, a gasp left her mouth as her eyes landed on the man who had been sobbing. Ahail sat leaning against the wall, his head buried in his folded knees as he cried. In the middle of the corridor. In the Kapoor’s villa. Immediately she was by her brother’s side on her knees. “Oh, Ahail,” she began, her hand gently touching his arm. “What happened?” Her voice was shaky, barely audible to her own ears. Seeing Ahail in that state struck a chord in her heart. She knew she was going to start crying any moment. Shanaya heard him inhale heavily, almost as if it hurt him to even breathe. When he slowly raised his head to meet her face, she found herself looking into bloodshot eyes. Snot ran down his nose. The sleeves of his kurta were soaked with his tears and he was visibly shaking. ‘How long has he been here?’ She wondered, quietly wrapping h