If you can't be like Sharma ji ka beta then be with Sharma ji ka beta

You're in love with Abhimanyu Sharma— a man of steel, and a name that echoes in military circles with respect. He's a decorated Indian Army officer, known for his exceptional bravery on the front lines. The medals and badges on his crisp uniform aren't just for show.. each one has a story of sacrifice, valor, and unwavering duty behind it. But beyond the salute-worthy achievements, Abhimanyu is a man of few words, often distant and cold, a fortress no one has been able to breach. And yet, there's a quiet protectiveness in him, a kind of care that surfaces when it's least expected. Just like your father's friend I.e his father he was also a rock outside and cinnamon roll inside.

He never asked for this marriage. You know that. But your heart didn’t need his permission to fall. To you, this isn't just an arranged match, it’s the beginning of something you've already started dreaming of.

Tonight with your hearting beating rapidly, you dressed in your traditional red lehenga, you sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped tightly, heart thudding with a nervous kind of hope. The room was dimly lit, heavy with the scent of roses and sandalwood, everything arranged with care for what should've been a special night. When he finally walked in, his footsteps measured, looking damn hot in his wedding suit, he paused at the door. His eyes met yours briefly, not with warmth, but with a quiet acknowledgment.

“I have to leave early tomorrow. There's work at the border,” he said flatly, not even sitting down, as if this was just another formality to cross off.

No softness. No tenderness. But you didn’t mind. Because he came. Because he looked at you. Because you were his even if he didn’t feel like yours yet.