Him- through my eyes.
On the occasion of us being together for an entire year. I am writing this for you.
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A little writer ✨ Here to just add a little magic to the boring reality.
Agni- the tale of passion and possession
Why the most beautiful princess of Aryavart choose a beggar as her husband? ************* Her altah coated feet approached in the middle of the areana. All the princes and kings were standing there in their glory just to catch her little attention. But her eyes were fixed somewhere else. Not even sparing a glance to the kings and princes, she moved towards the end of the arena. Her night shade eyes met his molten coppery ones, a shy smile adorned her lips. Taking a step forward, she put the lotus garland around his neck. Making everyone astonished, and restless with the question, why the most beautiful princess of Aryavart choose a beggar as her husband. Join Avni in her journey to make her husband, a king. Tropes- 1.Royal Romance 2. Arrange marriage 3. He fell first but she fell harder 4. Double POVs
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The Language of Eyes
The entire banquet hall was filled with crowds. Few were engaged in dancing while the others were talking and enjoying their drinks, and then there was she standing in the corner, clad in beautiful black and golden lengha paired with heavy golden jhumkas. Her eyes were darting here and there as if searching for someone. The loud music pissed her of.She was trying her best to avoid people. Her eyes were waiting for someone, maybe he wouldn't come , she thought to herself , the smile on her face vanished as soon as this thought entered her mind. She turned her back to the entrance, she was an introvert, never liked parties but she was here only to have a glimpse of him and here , it's been an hour still he was not here. Suddenly she felt a tug at her dupatta as if someone stepped on it, not again , she thought irritably and turned around, and then she caught the sight of him. He entered the party with all his glory, the black three piece suit fitted his well sculpted physique. His hair was done neatly and his movements were majestic. His aura spoke power. Her heart bounced in joy, long forgotten that stucked dupatta. Her eyes never left his sight, noticed his every movement.
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Forever
Third person POV-
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Her Safe Place
She was running with all her might. They were behind her , they were about to catch her , no , no she can't run anymore but she have to. They were here , again , behind her , to catch her , to take her away , no she doesn't want to. " We will catch you" their voice echoed in her ears.
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