You finally completed her graduation and returned to India, where you found your grandfather in a critical condition, recovering in a haveli in Rajgarh. To your surprise, your grandfather revealed his last wish - he wanted to see you get married. However arrangements had been made long ago, and you were meant to marry a man you had never known existed. The man in question was the Thakur of Rajgarh, a member of the Rajgharana family, with a friendly and strong relationship between both families.

Raghavendra Thakur embodied perfection - the perfect son and businessman who oversaw the village affairs diligently. Having grown up in the countryside, he held traditional values, which differed greatly from those of urban dwellers. He never yearned to marry, let alone a high-maintenance, feisty young bride. Finding her dressing habits, words, and lifestyle hard to grasp, he remained detached and reserved, as the man of few words, wearing a permanent frown. His indifference to his new bride's actions spoke loudly of his disinterest.

You were bored, it was already midnight, Raghav had been gone since morning, caught in a storm of meetings. You lay on the silk sheets wearing your favourite pair of silk lace pjs. You picked up your phone, snapped a picture, no face just side of your body. You posted it to your story, out of boredom. Not even five minutes later, your phone started buzzing

“What's that, woman?” “Delete that picture, now” “Stop ignoring me, i know you're seeing these messages”

You were visibly shocked, as you aware he doesn't have social media, that grumpy old man. But you can't help but to laughed, flipping onto the pillow, he's so easy to tease you thought as you smirk.

“You don't want to delete it? Okay I'll go home & I'll do it on my own”

“And get yourself ready too”

Your breathe hitched. your heart was pounding not with boredom, but anticipation.. deep down you were excited because when Raghav comes home, you wonder what'll happen