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Chapter 6- surprises 🎀

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Author's POV:

Nirved stepped off the plane in Europe, aware that his secret agents had already tracked down his childhood love, Anvi Mehta.

Not only had they found her, but they had also made contact, and Anvi had recognised Nirved, sparking a mix of emotions and memories.

He has been wandering the streets, lost in thought, when suddenly, he hears a faint whisper - "Nirved?" He turns around, and his eyes lock onto a figure that transports him back to his childhood memories.

Anvi, his childhood love, stands before him, her eyes brimming with tears.

She takes a step forward, and then another, until she is running towards him, her arms open wide.

Nirved's heart skips a beat as she flings herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

"Nirved, is that really you?" she sobs, her voice shaking with emotion.

Nirved holds her tight, feeling the rush of memories flood back.

As they hug, Anvi's tears soak his shoulder, and he feels her body tremble with each sob.

Anvi is pouring out her heart, telling Nirved about the struggles she has faced after her parents' tragic death in a car accident.

She had been forced to live on the streets, until a kind owner of orphanage took her in and gave her a chance to study and rise above her circumstances.

As she speaks, her voice cracks with emotion, "I'm trying to find you, Nirved, I really am. But I couldn't... and when I finally made a life for myself, I think you've moved on."

Nirved's heart aches as he listens to her words, and he knows he has to tell her the truth.

He is explaining how he has been searching for her, how his family has tried to arrange his marriage, and how he has been forced into a union that is never truly his.

Anvi listens, her eyes welling up with tears, and when Nirved finishes speaking, she looks up at him with a desperate plea in her eyes.

"Nirved, will you marry me?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nirved's heart skips a beat.
He feels the weight of his past, present, and future converging in that single moment.

Tears stream down his face as he nods, his voice choked with emotion. "Yes, Anvi, yes!" He pulls her into a tight hug, feeling like he is finally home.

They seal their love with a kiss, and their tears of sorrow turn into tears of joy.

They decided that Without telling anyone, not even their families, they will get married in a quiet ceremony in Europe.

As they step into their new life together, Anvi takes Nirved to her beautiful home in Europe, a place she had worked hard to achieve after becoming a successful Chartered Accountant.

The house is nestled in a picturesque location, surrounded by vibrant flowers that bloom in every direction.

The serene atmosphere and stunning views create a sense of tranquility, a perfect setting for their new beginning.

As they step inside, they take some time to freshen up, and then spend the day getting to know each other all over again.

They share stories of their past, laughter, and tears, rekindling the flame that had brought them together years ago.

The warmth of their love is palpable as they hug each other tightly, feeling grateful for a second chance.

As the evening unfolds, Nirved and Anvi find themselves lost in each other's eyes, the warmth of their love radiating like a gentle flame.

They sit together on the couch, hands intertwined, watching the stars twinkle to life through the large windows of Anvi's beautiful home.

Anvi gets up and puts on some soft music, and Nirved can't help but smile as she sways to the rhythm, her eyes locked on his. She walks over to him, and he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

They dance slowly, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony, the music whispering sweet nothing in their ears.

As the last notes of the song fade away, Nirved leans in, his lips brushing against Anvi's forehead, sending shivers down her spine. He trails soft kisses along her cheekbones, her nose, and finally, her lips. The world around them melts away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a moment of pure bliss.

They share a tender, lingering kiss, their hearts beating as one.

The room is bathed in a soft, golden light, and the scent of flowers wafts through the air, adding to the romance of the moment.

As they break apart for a moment, Nirved whispers, "I'm so grateful to have found you again, Anvi.

I promise to love and cherish you, every day, for the rest of my life." Anvi's eyes well up with tears as she smiles, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you, Nirved. Forever and always."

With hearts full of love, they drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, the stars shining brightly above them, a celestial witness to their love.

Meanwhile in India,

Rashita's life was indeed peaceful and fulfilling.
She loved her job and her new friends, who had welcomed her with open arms.

Her colleagues adored her, and she quickly became the office kid.
Uncle and Aunty were like family to her, offering guidance and support whenever she needed it.

As she worked alongside Siddharth, she found herself looking forward to their interactions.
They would often discuss projects and share ideas, and Rashita appreciated Siddharth's insight and expertise.

The dinner parties and outings with her colleagues were always a highlight of her week.
She enjoyed the camaraderie and laughter, and felt grateful to have found such a wonderful group of friends.

As A day begins,

As she woke up, Rashita began her day with a yoga session, feeling the calmness and serenity flow through her body.

Afterward, she stepped into the shower, letting the cool water wash away the remnants of sleep.

Refreshing herself, she got dressed in a beautiful pink saree, its delicate hue complementing her radiant complexion.

She accessorized with elegant earrings and bangles, which jingled softly as she moved.

Rashita headed to the temple, her footsteps light and her heart filled with devotion.
As she arrived, she noticed that her aunt was nowhere to be seen, having apparently gone out somewhere.

Undeterred, Rashita continued on her way, her eyes fixed on the temple ahead.

Rashita walked towards the temple, her beautiful saree flowing behind her like a river of silk.

Her bangles jingled softly as she moved, and her earrings sparkled in the morning light.

She had carefully hidden the sindur, a symbol of her marital status, beneath her saree, a habit she had developed over time.

As she entered the temple, the wind carried the sweet scent of flowers and incense, and her payal (anklets) made a melodious sound with each step.

Her bangles chimed in harmony, creating a symphony of sounds that seemed to match the rhythm of her heartbeat.

Her long hair flowed behind her like a dark waterfall, and her eyes shone with devotion as she approached the deity.

Meanwhile Siddharth, who had never been to a temple before, stood waiting for Rashita since a house, his eyes scanning the crowd for a glimpse of her.

And then, he saw her - a vision of beauty and serenity, her eyes closed in prayer.

He was struck by her elegance and poise, and his gaze lingered on her, drinking in the beauty of the moment.

As Rashita placed the basket of flowers before the deity and bowed her head in reverence, Siddharth felt a sense of wonder and awe wash over him.

As Rashita finished her prayers, she slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze met Siddharth.

For a moment, they just looked at each other, the world around them melting away. Siddharth's eyes held a mix of surprise and admiration, while Rashita's eyes sparkled with a hint of shyness.

Rashita's cheeks flushed slightly as she realised Siddharth had been watching her.

She quickly looked away, trying to compose herself, while Siddharth couldn't help but smile.

He walked towards her, his footsteps quiet on the temple floor.

"Good morning, Rashita you are here?," Siddharth said, his voice low and gentle. "You weren't in the office for the past two days, and I was worried."

Rashita turned to him, her eyes still shining with devotion. " Good morning sir, sir I think it was Weekend...!," she replied, her voice soft.

Siddharth nodded understandingly. " Ah! You are right, I just forgot. By the way You look so beautiful," he added, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Rashita's cheeks flushed deeper, and she looked down, her hair falling like a curtain around her face. "Thank you sir..," she murmured.

As they stood there, the temple's peaceful atmosphere enveloped them, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered except the two of them, standing together in this sacred space.

As Pandit ji performed the arti, the temple was filled with the warm glow of diyas and the sweet scent of incense.

Rashita's eyes shone with devotion as she watched the ceremony, her hands clasped together in reverence.

When she instructed Siddharth to participate and take the arti, he hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do..

But with Rashita's gentle encouragement, he followed her lead, his fingers brushing against hers as they took the arti together.

After the ceremony, Rashita turned to him with a curious expression and asked, "Aap itni subah wahan kya kar rahe the sir?" (What were you doing there so early in the morning, sir?) .

Siddharth looked at her with a mix of embarrassment and hesitation, his eyes darting away before returning to hers.

"I was just out for a morning walk and came by mistake," he replied, his voice low and sheepish.

Rashita nodded understandingly, a small smile playing on her lips.

"It's okay, you're welcome to join me for some tea or breakfast at my place," she said, her voice warm and inviting.

Siddharth agreed, and they walked together to her home, the morning sunlight casting a golden glow over the streets.

As they entered her home, Rashita asked if he would like to eat something, but Siddharth mentioned he had to leave for the office soon.

Rashita suggested they go together, and Siddharth agreed, realising he needed his formal office attire.

Rashita handed him the clothes he had left at her place the previous night, and Siddharth's eyes lit up with surprise and gratitude as he smiled at her.

Rashita went to the kitchen and cooked a delicious meal, the aroma of spices and fresh herbs filling the air.

She served the food, and they sat down to eat together, enjoying each other's company and the warm, comforting food.

After lunch, they both went to change into formal attire - Rashita into an elegant office outfit and Siddharth into his crisp, professional clothes.

As they emerged from their respective rooms, ready to face the day ahead, Siddharth couldn't help but notice how beautiful Rashita looked in her professional attire.

Her hair was styled neatly, and her eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence. "You look lovely," he murmured.

Rashita smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly, and they headed out together, ready to tackle the challenges of the day.

As Siddharth called up the driver to take the car, Siddharth said, he will drive.

They are going to the office which just 15min far from there. Rashita sits beside him and they talk and laugh.

Siddharth felt a sense of comfort and camaraderie with Rashita that he hadn't experienced before.

As the sun rose over the city, Siddharth and Rashita arrived at the office, ready to tackle the challenges of the day.

They went to their respective cabins, immersed themselves in their work, and began to tackle the pressing issues that had been piling up.

However, Siddharth soon noticed that the company's performance was declining, and he felt a sense of tension and concern.

He knew that something had to be done to turn things around, and fast.

With a determined look on his face, Siddharth decided to call a meeting with his team to discuss the issue and come up with a plan to improve the company's performance.

He sent out a company-wide email, and soon, everyone gathered in the conference room, eager to hear Siddharth's plan.

Siddharth stood at the front of the room, his eyes scanning the sea of expectant faces.

"Friends, I'm sure you're all aware of the current state of our company," he began. "We're facing some tough challenges, and we need to work together to overcome them. I know we can do it, but it will require hard work and dedication from each and every one of us."

The team listened intently as Siddharth outlined his plan, emphasizing the need for everyone to pull together and work towards a common goal.

The room was filled with a sense of determination and purpose, and everyone left the meeting feeling motivated and inspired.

As the hours passed, the office became increasingly busy, with employees working diligently to meet the challenges that lay ahead.

Lunch breaks were skipped, and the usual chatter and laughter were replaced by the sound of keyboards clacking and papers shuffling.

Rashita and Siddharth were deeply engrossed in their work, their focus solely on finding solutions to the company's problems.

The clock struck 12 AM, and most of the employees had already left for the day, but Rashita and Siddharth were still there, fuelled by coffee and determination.

As the night wore on, Siddharth turned to Rashita and suggested, "It's very late. Let me drop you home."

Rashita nodded gratefully, stretching her tired limbs and rubbing her eyes.

They packed up their things and left the office together, the cool night air and a welcome respite from the stuffy office.

As they reached Rashita's home, she realised with a sinking feeling that she had left her keys in the office.

To make matters worse, her uncle and aunt were not there, and she had no way of getting into her house.

Rashita's face fell as she felt a wave of tension wash over her.

Siddharth, noticing her distress, offered, "You can come to my place. It's not safe for you to be out here alone at this hour."

Rashita hesitated for a moment, weighing her options.
With no other choice, she nodded in agreement, and Siddharth drove her to his mansion.

As they reached the mansion, the door automatically swung open, revealing a grand entrance.

Rashita's eyes widened as she stepped out of the car and took in the breathtaking view of the beautiful mansion in front of her.

The sprawling gardens, the intricate architecture, and the warm lighting all combined to create a sense of luxury and elegance.

Siddharth explained that they were alone in the house, as his mother had gone on a pilgrimage, or "tirtha yatra," and wouldn't be returning for a while.

Rashita nodded understandingly, and they walked into the mansion together.

As they entered the beautiful hallway, Rashita's eyes grew wide with wonder.

The high ceilings, the ornate chandeliers, and the beautifully decorated walls all seemed to take her breath away.

She murmured " ye ghar ha yea bhool bhulaiya!"

Siddharth led her to a beautifully appointed guest room, where he told her to freshen up and relax.

Rashita gratefully accepted and went inside, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.

Meanwhile, Siddharth headed to the kitchen, knowing that they both were hungry since lunchtime.

He started cooking a delicious meal, his hands moving with ease as he expertly prepared the dishes.

As the aroma of the food wafted through the air, Rashita emerged from the guest room, feeling refreshed.

As she made her way downstairs, she was taken aback by the sight of Siddharth cooking in the kitchen.

She hadn't expected him to be such a skilled cook.
Siddharth served the food on the dining table, and Rashita's eyes widened as she took in the spread before her.

She took a bite of the food, and her eyes lit up with surprise and delight.

"Siddharth sir...... Aap sach mai bawarchi ha!" she exclaimed. Siddharth looked at her with shock and his one eyebrow rose, as he said correcting her " Not bawarchi! It's food Reacher! " he said, as they sat down to enjoy the meal together.

As they sat down to eat, Rashita couldn't help but notice the effort Siddharth had put into cooking the meal.

The food was not only delicious but also beautifully presented.

She took another bite, savoring the flavors and textures.

"Bawarchi to ha aap!," she murmured with a smile . Siddharth said " kya......."

Siddharth look at her. "Repeat it Rashita!,"
Rashita look at him and said with hesitation " Mera matlab aap bhout acha cooking karta ha!".
Siddharth eyes nerrow as he looks at her and Rashita tries to avoid eye contact with him, As they both laugh.

they continued to eat, the conversation flowed easily, and Rashita found herself feeling more and more comfortable around Siddharth.

She realised that she had misjudged him earlier, and that there was more to him than met the eye.

After they finished eating, Siddharth suggested they move to the living room, where they could relax and continue their conversation.

Rashita agreed, and they settled into the plush couches, feeling a sense of contentment washing over them.

As they sat there, Rashita couldn't help but notice the way the soft lighting highlighted Siddharth's features, making him look even more handsome.

She felt a flutter in her chest, and quickly looked away, trying to shake off the feeling.

Siddharth, on the other hand, was enjoying the company, and the easy conversation they were having.

He realised that he was having a great time, and that Rashita was someone he could really talk to.

As the night wore on, they found themselves lost in conversation, laughing and joking together like old friends.

The tension and formality of their earlier interactions seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of warmth and camaraderie.

As the clock struck 2 AM, Rashita realised that it was getting late.
"We should probably get some rest," she said, feeling a sense of reluctance.

Siddharth nodded, understanding. "Of course, you can sleep in the guest room ," he said. "I'll show you the way."

Rashita smiled, feeling grateful for his kindness. "Thank you, Siddharth," she said, as they stood up to head to the guest room.

As they walked, Rashita couldn't help but feel a sense of connection with Siddharth that she hadn't felt before.

She realised that there was more to him than she had initially thought, and that she was enjoying his company immensely.

As they both get sleep.

Meanwhile......
Nirved and Anvi strolled hand-in-hand through the charming streets of Europe, their excitement and happiness palpable as they prepared for their wedding the next day.

The Western-style ceremony would be a grand affair, with their agents, bodyguards, and close friends in attendance.

As they wandered through the shopping mall, they indulged in retail therapy, picking out outfits and accessories for the big day.

Their laughter and playful banter filled the air, and passersby couldn't help but smile at the couple's infectious joy.

After a morning of shopping, they decided to grab lunch at a quaint restaurant in the area.

Over delicious food, they shared stories, giggled, and stole glances at each other, their love and adoration for each other evident in every moment.

The afternoon was spent exploring the picturesque streets, taking in the local culture, and enjoying each other's company.

As the sun began to set, they reluctantly parted ways to get some rest, eager to face the excitement of their wedding day ahead.

The anticipation and love they shared were palpable, and their happiness was contagious, spreading to everyone around them.

Tomorrow would be a day to remember, and they were thrilled to embark on this new chapter in their lives together.

To be continue....

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