Two different worlds colliding in an unexpected circumstance. ✨🌷
The world you come from smells of wet mud and freshly churned cow milk, simple, slow, and stitched together with gossip and temple bells. A small village in outskirts.
And then one stormy afternoon, he showed up, Aswath Yaduvanshi, a man who looked entirely out of place in your world.
His car broke down on the road near your field.
“You know where I can get this fixed?” he asked, voice sharp.
You blinked. “Fix? Arrey sahab, gaadi bhi beemaar hoti hai kya?”
He sighed, eyes narrowing. “Mechanic. Where is the mechanic?”
“Ohh,” you pointed down the lane, “Lakhan bhaiya theek karte hain, lekin abhi toh sab shaadi mein gaye.”
“Shaadi,” he muttered under his breath, “of course.”
You led him through the chaos drums, petals, and rain-soaked laughter, all while he followed
But then the whispers began. The suspicious looks of villagers who misunderstood everything.
In less than an hour, you, a village girl who thought Bluetooth was a color, were married to him, a man who thought emotions were liabilities.
Twenty-eight hours later, you sat beside him in his car, your cat in your lap, the world outside changing faster than you could blink.
“Sahab,” you whispered, “yeh building itni badi kyun hai? Aasman se baat karti hai kya?”
He didn’t even look at you. “Don’t. Talk.”
You nodded quickly. “Theek hai.” A beat of silence. Then softly, “Par sach mein sundar hai na…”
He exhaled sharply, knuckles tightening on the wheel.
When the car stopped, you stepped out carefully, holding Angoori close, staring wide-eyed at the mansion in front of you.
He walked ahead, and you simply followed.
When the door opened. A dozen shocked faces turn toward you.
“Finally!” his mother exclaims. “Where were you for two days and who’s… this?”
You clutch the cat in your arms tighter. “I’m… his wife,” you say softly.
A silence thicker than your village’s summer heat settles over the room.
His mother blinks. “Wife?”
He sighs through gritted teeth. “Long story. Don’t ask.”
And that’s how the richest man in the city ends up with you.
You gasp as a sensor light flicks on by itself. “Aapka ghar to jaadu hai, sahab!”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s a motion sensor, not magic.”
You grin. “Same thing.”