I am Yours... FF last updt @18 - Page 2

Created

Last reply

Replies

100

Views

26.3k

Users

8

Likes

105

Frequent Posters

storywriter098 thumbnail
Group Promotion 1 Thumbnail
Posted: 7 years ago
#11

Anant's gaze burned through Navya. She immediately felt embarrassed and looked away. He continued to watch her. He sensed that someone was behind him, but couldn't break his gaze away from Navya. Even though she was traditional, there was something mesmerizing about her.

A hand crept from behind Anant into his view. "Hi Jija-ji! I'm Payal, your future sister-in-law." Said a petite and very confident girl. She looked a few years younger than navya and held her hand out, waiting for him to shake it.1

"Hi. I'm anant." Anant replied coolly. The girl beamed with happiness as she eagerly shook his hand. Anant couldn't help but smile at her. Optimism simply radiated from her.

Anant noticed Navya stiffen in front of him. Her eyes grew slightly wider and she mumbled something to her sister. Anant smirked at Navya's disapproval. At least Payal was polite enough to actually shake his hand.

Anant continued to watch Navya. She was pretty in her own way. She had beautiful white skin and captivating eyes. He especially admired her long, black hair that reached all the way down to her waist.

"Navya," said, interrupting the banter between the two sisters, "I need to speak with you." He continued.

Navya turned her attention away from Payal and towards Anant. Anant glanced at Payal.

"Alone." He said.

Payal smiled, understanding that this was her cue to leave. She eyed the crowd and spotted her father. She instantly walked off in his direction.

A slight frown appeared on Navya's face. If Anant wanted to talk to her alone, it must be about something serious.

"Follow me." Anant said, abruptly turning around and walking off.

Navya hesitated for a moment before silently following him. He maneuvered them through the thick crowd into a hallway. He stalked through the lengthy hallway and stopped in front a closed door at the very end of the hallway. He opened it and stood aside, waiting for Navya to enter. Navya again hesitated before stepping into the room. Anant followed and closed the door.

He turned to Navya, "Navya, I need your help." He said.

"Of course, what kind of help?" asked Navya.

anant turned and walked towards the door. He locked it. navya froze. He slowly walked back to her, this standing much closer. navya took a step back trying to put some distance between them, but anant took a step forward as she moved back.

"Do you want to marry me?" asked Anant suddenly. His eyes pierced through her. Navya couldn't bring herself to look away though. She was unsure whether to tell him how excited she was to marry him.

"Navya, please, I need you to reject me." Anant almost pleaded. "We can't get married."

Navya was shocked. She felt tear forming in her eyes. She tried to blink away, but she couldn't. Even though she had just met anant, she felt like he just broke her heart. She stepped back and turned away from him so that he couldn't see her tears. Why?" she managed to say despite her tears.

"I'm not ready to get married. I can't get out this marriage unless you reject me." Explained Anant.

He walked closer to Priya, her back still turned towards him. He grabbed her hand and turned her around. He was surprised to see her in tears. He cupped her cheek and gently wiped away her tears.

"Navya," he whispered, "It's not you. I'm just not ready to get married."

Navya looked up at Anant. How could someone so caring be so heartless? He should've known that breaking an alliance would bring shame to both of their families. She couldn't bear to disappoint her father. However, it wouldn't be fair to her or Anant to agree to a marriage that they weren't ready for. 1

"Navya," Anant said, breaking her train of thought, "Will you help me?"

Navya bit her lip and looked back up at Anant. She nodded slightly before walking towards the door. Anant smiled before following her out. The two walked silently through the hallways back to the party. Navya could hear Anant's footsteps behind her but didn't dare look back at him. She heard his footsteps dissipate as they walked closer to the room where the party was. She entered and immediately spotted her father. She glanced behind her, noticing that Anant was no long there.

Navya walked through the crowd to her father. She grabbed his arm and leaned in close to his ear.

"Baba. I need to talk to you. It's important." Navya nearly yelled so her father could hear her over the noise from the party.

"Yes! Of course." He excused himself from the small crowd he was talking with and turned to Navya, waiting her to continue.

Navya glanced around at all the people near them. "I need to talk to you privately." She said, pulling her father's arm away from the crowd. She made her way towards the door, when her father stopped her.

"We can't leave the party, dear. Come this way." He led her to a nearly empty corner in the room, where the crowd thinned out. It was much quieter and much more private.

"What is it my dear? Did you like Anant?" he father asked with a huge grin.

"No." Navya said in almost a whisper.

Her father's smile faded. Navya looked down. "I don't wish to marry him, Baba." She said quietly.

"Why not?" He father asked incredulously. She noticed a hint of anger in his voice.

Navya mustered up enough courage to look up at her father. His eyes were angry, though he was trying to keep calm. He did not want to make a scene in front of so many people. Her gaze traveled past her father and met Anant's. He was standing far enough away so that he wouldn't be noticed, but close enough to remain within earshot. He was talking to some businessmen, but every few seconds, he would glance in Navya's direction.

"He...he was rude and arrogant. I do not wish to have a husband who doesn't respect me." Navya lied. Anant was sweet and caring in her opinion, but she needed an excuse to not marry him.

Navya glanced at Anant, who had a hurt expression on his face. He had heard what she said about him. He quickly plastered a fake smile on his face as soon as one of the businessmen started speaking to him. He turned his attention back to whatever conversation he was having.

"Navya, you must compromise. Anant is a nice boy from a great family. He will keep you happy." Her father tried to reason with her.

Navya knew she would have to make a scene if she wanted to get Anant out of this marriage.

"No!" she yelled. "I will NOT marry him!" she exclaimed.

A few people stopped their conversations and eyed Navya. She looked straight at Anant, who was staring at her with apparent shock on his face. Navya looked back at her father, who was absolutely furious.

"Navya, you will not make a scene here." He said sternly.

Navya said nothing. She merely looked at her father with a blank expression. Many of the people who had turned their attention to the father-daughter duo lost interested once they realized that no more drama was to follow navya's little outburst.

Anant stepped forward. navya caught his eye and shook her head, warning him not to get involved. He ignored her and stepped beside her.

"Is everything alright?" he asked her father.

"Yes! Everything is great!" navya's father lied.

"I heard what she said. If she's not happy with this alliance, we don't have to..." Anant trailed off.

"No! No no. She's very happy. She will marry you. There's no need to worry." navya's father assured Anant.

Anant and Navya looked at each other. Navya's father suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her aside.

"You will get married to Anant or you will be dead to me. If you even think about refusing this marriage again, I will assume that I only have one daughter instead of two." navya's father hissed at her. 12

Navya froze. She was completely in shock. Tears began to fall. She couldn't do a thing to stop them. Her father had never spoken to her like that. He was going to disown her if she didn't marry anant. How could he?

"Baba, I can't ma-" Navya started to whisper.

"Navya," Anant suddenly interrupted her.

Even though Navya's father dragged her aside, anant heard every word. He himself was shocked at the ultimatum navya's father presented to her. He eyes were glued to navya's father. He looked incredulously at the demon before him, a demon that could rival even someone as malicious as his own father.

"We'll get married," said Anant firmly.

Navya's father smiled. His anger disappeared almost instantly.

"Great! I'll see that the announcement is made at the end of the night." Said navya's father. He looked back at navya, who was still crying. His expression softened, but he did not attempt to comfort her. He stalked away back into the crowd towards anant's father.

Anant saw Navya's father whisper something to his father. His father looked up at him and smiled. He patted Deepak, Navya's father, on the back and they toasted excitedly. Anant's jaw clenched. What kind of fathers celebrated their children's unhappiness?

Anant turned back to navya. She continued to cry. Some people around them began to stare at her, curious at what was the matter. Anant grabbed Navya's arm and led her out of the room where the party was being held. Once they were in the hallway, Navya stopped.

"How could he say that to me?" she asked in barely a whisper, "Why is he being so adamant about this marriage?"

"Navya, you don't know, do you?" Anant asked unsurely.

Navya gave him a questioning look, and then shook her head. Tears continued to stream down her face, but she was calmer now. Anant stepped closer to hear, lifting a hand to wipe away her tears. navya stepped back and lifted the end of her sari to wipe her tears.

"Come with me." Anant said, seizing her hand and pulling her towards the exit.

Once outside, Anant took navya around the back to where the cars were parked. He spotted his limousine. His driver was not present. Anant reached into his pocket and took out a spare set of keys. He unlocked the limo and opened the back seat door. He took out a file that was lying on the seat and handed it to navya.

"What is this?" asked navya, opening the file and looking through the papers. Inside were business projections and figures that made no sense to her. She could decipher, however, that the projections showed quite a large profit in the near future.

"This alliance, our marriage is to strengthen our father's mergers." Said Anant resolutely.

"What? Our marriage...a business deal?" asked Navya incredulously.

Tears formed in Navya's eyes again. She began to cry. anant felt guilty. She had been crying nearly all night. First, his plan had made her cry. Then, her father made her cry. Now, he had made her cry once again. 5

"Navya," he whispered. He desperately wanted to calm her down.

"This...This can't be happening. How can he do this?" Navya questioned. She was crying harder now.

Anant walked up to Navya. He wanted to envelope her in a hug, but something inside of him told him it wouldn't be appropriate. He had never made a girl cry before. Even though this wasn't entirely his fault, he felt that some of the blame belonged to him.

"I'm sorry, Navya." Said anant quietly. What was going on? Anant Bajpai was apologizing?! He was apologizing for something that wasn't even his fault.

"It's not your f-fault." Navya said through her tears. She began to wipe away those tears.

"We should go back inside." Suggested Anant.

Navya nodded and followed him back inside.

"Didi! Where have you been? Baba has been calling you? He wants you on stage now." Payal called as soon as Navya stepped foot into party.

Payal glanced at Anant, who entered right behind Navya.

"Jija-ji, you too. Uncle wants you on stage." Payal said. She took navya's hand and pulled her towards to front. Anant followed.

NAVANT28 thumbnail
Group Promotion 1 Thumbnail
Posted: 7 years ago
#12
Nice update..eagerly waiting for anya marriage..pls continue soon..
storywriter098 thumbnail
Group Promotion 1 Thumbnail
Posted: 7 years ago
#13

Navya sat still as her family members finished adorning her in bridal wear. She opted for a deep maroon lehenga influenced by the Mughal style. It had long, transparent sleeves, and the blouse was long and asymmetric. Navya preferred the more conservative design over the traditional midriff bearing blouse. The skirt was so long it touched the floor. Every part of her outfit was heavily embroidered in intricate and elaborate designs. Her lehenga was slightly more glamorous than she intended, but Navya knew that anything less would be unacceptable at her high profile wedding. 1

Navya watched as her sister and her cousins giggled while gossiping about some of the guests that were expected. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Heavily made up, wearing expensive and extravagant jewelry, dressed in an elaborate outfit, Navya did not feel like herself. She preferred simplicity, but simplicity just didn't seem like a part of Anant's world. His life seemed exotic in a way. He lived in hustling and bustling New York City in America. Navya was sure he's seen his fair share of excitement in his life and enjoyed an extravagant lifestyle complete with all the bells and whistles. Such a life was foreign to her.

There was a light knock on the door. The amiable giggling suddenly ceased as all the girls' heads turned towards the door. Payal stood up and answered it. Navya's mother emerged draped in a dark blue sari. A wide smile was spread across her face, but her eyes were sad.

"Navya! My daughter! You are so beautiful." She said as she made her way across the room to Navya. She grabbed both her henna covered hands and squeezed them affectionately.

"Ma...I," Navya hesitated. She eyed the girls standing behind her mother. They were secretly listening in.

"Girls I need to speak with Navya before she gets married. Alone." Navya's mother announced. Payal ushered the girls out of the room before closing the doors, giving Navya and their mother some much needed privacy.

"Ma," Navya started again.

"Navya, I know you are worried." Her mother interrupted. "It's a natural feeling, to be happy and sad at the same time. Happy you are starting a new life, but sad that you must leave your old life behind. Every bride feels this way." Her mother comforted her.

"I don't know how I feel." Admitted Navya quietly.

"Do not worry, Navya." Her mother soothed her.

"Ma, what is it like to be married? Is it that much different from life before marriage?" asked Navya.

"Being married is a different type of feeling. You have a new sense of duty towards your husband. You have so many more responsibilities. The real change occurs once you fall in love." Her mother replied. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"Love? Ma, we don't love each other. We don't even know each other." Navya said. She looked down, saddened at the thought of a loveless marriage.

"Navya, you may not love each other now, but you will one day. You will learn to love each other...one day." Her mother replied. With this, she stood up and walked towards the door. She quietly exited, leaving Navya to dwell in her thoughts. 6

_____________________________________________________________________________

Anant adjusted his turban, his fingers fumbling as he struggled to pull himself together. He was completely out of it. He looked in the mirror, looking over himself one last time before heading off to his wedding venue. He wore a cream colored sherwani with intricate designs splashed down the chest and slightly simpler designs found throughout. He wore a maroon ascot that matched the hue of the designs even though the rest of his outfit was closer to blood red. He smirked at his appearance. He didn't look half bad. He smiled once more at his reflection before sauntering out of his room. He met his father halfway down the hallway. His father stopped him and turned to face him. He gently placed his hand on Anant's shoulder and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Anant, today you will make be proud. By agreeing to this union, you are proving that you truly are my son." Anant's father beamed as his patted Anant's back.

Anant stayed quiet. His father began walking down the hall, moving his arm around Anant's shoulder. They walked in silence until they reach the stairs. Anant's father stopped and turned to face Anant once again.

"My son, I must tell you. Married life...is different. It is something you will love at times and something you will loathe. You must improve yourself for the sake of your wife. Control your wayward behavior," he paused, "Or at least do a damn good job of hiding it."

Anant chuckled. His father was one to give him advice on being faithful to his wife. He continued to walk down the stairs, choosing not to reply to his father's advice.

Soon everyone reached the wedding hall. Anant gaped in awe at the lavishness of the wedding. There were bright and colorful decorations throughout. Strings of marigold hung off the wide columns that supported the structure. Luxurious fountains were installed in the front lawn. Lights were strewn just about any place they could fit. Anant felt proud that this was his wedding.

He and the rest of his baraat (wedding party) walked inside. Before setting foot inside, they all were greeted by Navya's parents and family members. Anant looked at the smiling faces of his future family members. He took a deep breath as he stepped forward.

There was no going back now.

______________________________________________________________________________

Anant and Navya's wedding had been the talk of the town. All of Mumbai's elite had been in attendance. For everyone else, their wedding was an extravagant event, a never ending party filled with fun and excitement. For Anant and Navya, their wedding was the beginning of a lifelong burden that they would be forced to carry for the rest of their lives. Even if they somehow lived in harmony, they would always remember that their relationship was nothing but a business deal.

Everything went by quickly. Anant and Navya obliged to every ceremony that was expected of them. Anant cringed as he watched Navya tearfully bid goodbye to her family. He felt that he was to blame for Navya's tears. After all, he was the one who was taking her thousands of miles away to New York.

Immediately after the wedding, Anant and navya boarded an airplane heading for New York City. Navya waved at her mother, father, and Payal, who had come with them to the airport. Navya hadn't said a word to her father. She wished to properly say goodbye to him, but couldn't muster enough courage to even approach him. Anant had shared a short goodbye with his father, who chose not to see the couple off at the airport, at the wedding hall. +

Navya sat down in the window seat next to Anant. She turned herself away from him and focused on the scenery outside the window. She fixed her gaze at view outside. She was leaving her beloved country, a country she had loved all her life. She would miss India. She would miss her family. She would miss her old life. The plane began to move. Navya continued to stare out the window until the landscape of India became too distant to see anymore. Once Navya's vision was filled with white, fluffy clouds floating about, she pushed the shade down obstructing the view of the clouds. She sat back in her seat and sighed.

Anant watched her the entire time. His heart sank as she pushed the shade down over the window. She was leaving the country she knew and love forever because of him. She was forced to leave everything and everyone behind because of him... The plane landed in New York late at night. Navya fell asleep halfway through the flight and stayed asleep until the plane bounced against the tarmac before jerking to a halt. She looked over at Anant, who seemed like he hadn't slept at all on the flight. He looked just as tired as she felt. The voice of the pilot roared through the intercom thanking the passengers for choosing that airline. Many of the passengers began to unbuckle their seatbelts and stood to gather their carryon luggage. Anant stayed seated.

3

Navya unbuckled her seatbelt, but stayed seated. She was seated in the window seat, so she couldn't move until Anant stood up. She just waited. She watched as the other passengers crowded into the aisle, waiting to leave. Navya turned to look out the window. She had never been to America before. The sight outside wasn't impressive, just a few planes that had landed. She was excited nonetheless. She turned back to Anant and noticed that people had already begun to exit the airplane.

"Anant." Navya said trying to get Anant's attention. He was still buckled in.

Anant turned to look at Navya.

"Aren't we getting off?" she continued.

"Yeah. Just a minute." He unbuckled his seatbelt but didn't stand up.

After the majority of the passengers exited the plane, Anant stood up and proceeded to exit. Navya followed. Once they got through the grueling immigration process, they left the airport and stood outside waiting with all their luggage for a taxi. Navya absorbed the sights around her. She was in America! She felt as excited as a child in a candy store. Even though the night's darkness made it difficult to see, Navya believed New York City was beautiful.

A taxi finally pulled up. Anant instructed Navya to sit inside while he helped the driver load the luggage in the trunk. Navya was eager to see the sights through the window of the taxi as it pulled away from the airport, but fatigue got the best of her. She nestled into the seat and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.

"Navya." Navya heard someone whisper her name. Her eyes fluttered open. She noticed the taxi had stopped. They must have arrived at anant's house. She was clutching on to Anant's arm. As soon as she noticed, she immediately backed away. Anant got out of the taxi and walked around to the other side. He opened navya's door and held out his hand. She took it as she exited the taxi.

"This is my house, well our house." Said Anant gesturing to the mansion in front of them.

navya mouth fell open. She was used to the mansions in India, but anant's mansion was on a whole different scale. He led her through the front door. The house was dark, and Anant didn't bother turning on any lights. The main entrance itself took Navya's breath away. She took in the sight before her. High ceilings, marbled floors, a grand staircase greeted navya as she stepped inside. Anant led her up the grand staircase. He was too tired to give her an official tour of his house. It could wait until tomorrow.

"Usually, I don't have maids and butlers live here. I tend to like my privacy, and I'm hardly ever home. But I called them in before we left India, so they could prepare the house." Anant explained as several of his butlers lifted Navya's luggage up the stairs and down the hall.

"Prepare the house?" questioned Navya.

"Yeah. Clean the house and make sure everything was ready for you." Answered Anant. He led her down the hall.

Navya wondered what he meant, but didn't question him any further. She followed Anant to a bedroom at the end of a long but dark hallway. Anant opened the door and gestured for her to enter. The room was larger than her room at home and had the largest bed Navya had ever seen in her life. Everything anyone could ever need was in the bedroom. There was a seating area towards that side, complete with a couch. A plasma screen TV hung from the wall. An expansive walk-in closet and a rather impressive en suite bathroom could be found behind two of the three doors in the bedroom. The third door led out to a terrace. Navya noticed the bedroom had been specially decorated to look like a honeymoon suite. Roses and even marigolds hung from the walls and the bed. Anant had given his staff specific instructions not to spread rose petals on the bed. He didn't want navya to get the wrong idea. He carefully watched navya's expression. She seemed elated

"This is beautiful. This room is amazing." Said navya, still gazing at the flowers that adorned the room.

"I'm glad you like it. All your luggage has been placed in the closet. Rest tonight. Unpack tomorrow." Replied Anant.

He turned to leave, but he paused at the door.

"Navya," he started, "I'm sorry."

Navya looked at him, puzzled by his apology.

"What for?" she asked hesitantly.

"This marriage, the merger, making you come here, just...everything." Anant looked away. He had felt guilty about their marriage throughout the entire flight to New York. He knew navya was a good person and wished he could've met her under different circumstances. They could've become great friends

"It's not your fault." navya said quietly.

anant nodded. He was too tired to continue on with the conversation. He turned to leave

"Anant," navya spoke up, "You're leaving?

"Navya, this is your room. Mine is on the other side of the house." He said before walking out the door, closing it behind him.

Navya looked around the room again. She was married. She was in the United States. And she was alone. Truthfully, she had worried about the living arrangements, but she vocalized her concerns. She and Anant were practically strangers. Living in the same room as a stranger did not sit well with her. She was happy Anant was considerate enough to let her have her own bedroom. She would make sure to thank him in the morning, but right now, all she wanted to do was sleep

The next morning Navya woke up early. The jet lag still hadn't worn off. She wasn't able to stay asleep long. She took a long, hot shower before making her way to the closet where all her luggage was. She rummaged through the largest bag, unpacking as she searched. Finally, her eyes fell on what she was searching for, her new red sari. It made from a comfortable, light fabric and had embroidery throughout. She believed that wearing red, the color of a bride, would be appropriate for her first official day as a wife

Navya quietly tiptoed down the stairs. She was planning to surprise Anant with breakfast and didn't want to ruin it by waking him up. She found the kitchen, which was not hard to miss. It was enormous after all. She set to work. After three hours of hard work, breakfast was ready. She was not sure how Anant slept through the sounds from the stove and the clatter she couldn't help making in the kitchen, but she was glad he did. She finished setting the table right as an elderly Indian woman entered through the back door

Navya was shocked the see her. The elderly woman hummed silently to herself as she unlocked the door and entered. Navya had a notion to flee the kitchen and run straight up to Anant and warn him about an intruder in his house, but she knew that an intruder wouldn't have a key to open the back door. The elderly woman was so shocked when she saw Navya she nearly dropped the box she was holding.

"Who are you?" asked the elderly lady, placing the box on the kitchen counter.

"I should ask you the same thing." Replied Navya.

"I'm the head maid here, Kamla. I usually arrive around this time. The chef should be here soon to prepare breakfast. Who are you?" The lady eyed the table where the breakfast navya had already prepared was.

"I'm Anant's wife, Navya. I'm sorry. I didn't know. I already made breakfast." Replied Navya.

Kamla's eyes widened. She moved forward and folded her hands.

"Namaste, ma'am. I didn't realize you would be awake this early. Anant sir told us he would be bringing his wife home with him from India. I'm sorry." She continued to apologize profusely for addressing Navya so rudely.

"Kamlaji, please. It's alright." Navya interjected.

Kamla was silent. She took a step back and waited for orders.

"Umm...could you contact the rest of the staff and give them the day off?" navya asked hesitantly. She wasn't sure she had the authority to control Anant's staff. She hoped Anant wouldn't mind.

"Yes ma'am. Are you sure?" Kamla asked.

"Yes. Thank you." Navya replied.

"Yes ma'am." Said Kamla before turning to leave. navya liked Kamla. She was a sweet lady.

Navya waited for anant to wake up. She thought about heading back upstairs to wake Anant up. She didn't want the food to get cold. She decided it would be best to wake him up now. She walked out of the kitchen. As soon as she rounded the corner, Anant appeared.

"Good morning." He said to her with a bright smile.

"Good morning." navya replied. "I made breakfast to thank you for my room."

"It's okay, navya. I just want you to be as comfortable as possible." Said Anant as he walked over to the table. navya followed behind him.

"Oh." Was all Anant said once he saw what navya had made. Indian food. Anant hated Indian food for breakfast.

"You don't like it. I can make something else." navya swiftly turned back towards the kitchen, disappointed in herself.

Anant grabbed Navya's wrist. 4

"It's okay. True. I don't like Indian food for breakfast, but it looks great and I can't wait to eat it." He took a seat and started spooning the food on to his plate.

"Won't you join me?" Anant asked, pointing to the seat beside him. Navya sat down and placed a few items on her plate. She observed as Anant ate.

"Damn! This is great." Anant smiled.

"I'm glad you like it." Navya replied. She couldn't help but blush a little. "But I promise I won't make any more Indian food for breakfast." She added with a smile.

"Thank you." Anant said, looking relieved.

"Anant...I um...I" navya faltered.

"What is it navya?" Anant asked.

"I gave your staff the day off today." Said navya, looking down. Please don't be mad, she thought to herself.

"Really?" anant was surprised. "Well whatever you want. I don't really mind, but since you gave the chef the day off, you're going to have to make lunch and dinner for me." Replied Anant with a smirk.


Edited by storywriter098 - 7 years ago
ganganavya thumbnail
Anniversary 13 Thumbnail Group Promotion 3 Thumbnail
Posted: 7 years ago
#14
Awww my lovely newly wedded couple. Love u both
NeetikaRana757 thumbnail
Anniversary 10 Thumbnail Group Promotion 2 Thumbnail
Posted: 7 years ago
#15
Such a sweet update cont soon
NAVANT28 thumbnail
Group Promotion 1 Thumbnail
Posted: 7 years ago
#16
most cutest couple;but waiting to see them as most romentic couple... so pls update ...
storywriter098 thumbnail
Group Promotion 1 Thumbnail
Posted: 7 years ago
#17

Originally posted by: NAVANT28

most cutest couple;but waiting to see them as most romentic couple... so pls update ...

yaa sure will updt tommorow
storywriter098 thumbnail
Group Promotion 1 Thumbnail
Posted: 7 years ago
#18

Navya, let's talk." anant suggested.

navya gave Anant a questioning look. He walked over to the sofa, where navya was seated. He sat down beside her and took her hand in his.

"We're married," he said, stroking the wedding ring that adorned navya's finger, "and we don't even know each other, so let's talk."

"Okay. Let's talk." navya answered with a smile. She was genuinely curious about her husband. She only knew basic details about Anant, only what was required to be known to fix their alliance. She wished to know his views and his opinions, his likes and dislikes, and more about his past, but didn't feel it was right to raise any questions. She felt relieved when Anant suggested that they talk to get to know each other better.

"So what was your life like in India before we got married?" asked Anant.

"I woke up in the morning and made everyone breakfast. I usually visited the temple before going to class. I'd come home and study and spend time with Ma and Payal. And that's it." Replied Navya.

"Wow. You cooked. No wonder." Said anant, referring to Navya's large breakfast spread. Navya's lifestyle perplexed Anant. She was the daughter of such a renowned and wealthy businessman, but lived such a simple life. His lavish lifestyle was full of luxury. Navya was completely his opposite.

"What did you study?" Anant continued with the questions.

"Politics and Sanskrit," answered Navya. Navya began to fiddle with the end of her sari. She was becoming impatient. She wondered when Anant would give her a chance to ask him questions.

"And any boyfriends?" Anant continued.

Navya looked down. She was not expecting Anant to ask about her love life. She was raised with a traditional background. Though her father was a forward thinking man, he never made an effort to establish rules about dating or boys. Navya, however, always believed that dating was unnecessary in a society dominated by arranged marriages. There was a boy in one of her classes that she had fancied. She'd even befriended him, but never let the relationship go any further than that. She decided it best to withhold this information from Anant.

"No. I never had any boyfriends." Answered navya quietly. Anant was unexpectedly relieved. Before navya answered his question, Anant felt a creeping sense of jealousy overcoming him. He knew he shouldn't have any inhibitions about navya's past, but he couldn't help but feel possessive over her. The thought of her being with another man in her past didn't sit well with him. Anant smiled to himself, knowing that Navya was his and only his. 3

"And you? Any girlfriends?" asked Navya.

Anant's smiled immediately faded. He should've known that his question would come back to bite him. He hesitated for a moment. Should he tell navya about his promiscuous ways or the dozens of girls that have walked into and out of his life? He couldn't tell her he hadn't had any girlfriends. That would be an outright lie. However, he couldn't exactly tell her the truth.

"Yes," Anant replied, "I've had girlfriends before."

He watched navya's expression. She looked visibly saddened by his response but did a good job at trying to conceal her dismay. He was surprised she didn't push any further, prompting him to explain his past relationships "Oh." Was all she said. navya promptly stood up and made her way to the staircase. Anant was shocked at her sudden departure. Without a second thought, he followed behind her. She had already made it back to her bedroom, but hadn't closed her door. Anant stepped inside. navya sat on her bed, her back towards Anant.

"Navya? Are you alright?" Asked Anant slowing walking closer to the bed.

"I'm fine." Answered navya without even bothering to turn around.

"You asked, and I was honest." Explained Anant

"No. I know. I'm not upset." navya still wouldn't turn around. Part of her knew that someone like Anant would have past girlfriends though she had hoped otherwise. She wondered how Anant's girlfriends were, if he preferred pretty girls or smart ones or modern ones. She couldn't help but feel insecure. Maybe just maybe she wasn't quite good enough for Anant.

"Navya." Anant sat beside her on the bed. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing." She replied. She couldn't tell Anant about her insecurities. She didn't want him to see her as weak.

Anant sighed. He decided it would be best to change to subject.

"Tomorrow we have to attend a party in the evening. It's a business dinner. I've scheduled an appointment for you at one of New York's finest spas. You might want to buy a new dress, some shoes, jewelry, whatever you need." Anant said.

This time navya did turn around. She seemed puzzled.

"A spa appointment? Why?" she asked.

"To get ready for the party. They have all types of beauty treatments. Waxing, facials, massages, whatever else women need to be beautiful." Anant grinned. He hoped navya would enjoy a little relaxation.

"Thank you." navya replied. "Most husbands wouldn't send their wives to a spa unless it was a special occasion. I get to go during a regular day."

"You're welcome, Navya." Anant said.

anant and navya continued with their questions, careful not to touch on any controversial subjects or uncomfortable topics. Once the day was done, they each were familiar with each of one another's likes and dislike. They felt like they'd known each other for ages even though, in reality, they'd only known each other for a few days.

"Well, I think I'd better retire for the night. I've got an early morning tomorrow." Stated Anant. "Oh and navya, you don't need to make breakfast anymore. We have a chef and maids. You don't need to do anything anymore. In fact, I'd prefer that you don't." he said as he walked towards the door.

"But what should I do all day?" asked Navya.

"Anything you want. Take up a new hobby, relax, go out. Just don't clean anything or cook. No wife of mine should be doing any household chores." anant replied. He shot Navya a wide smile, showing that he was being sincere.

"Alright." Navya replied. She wasn't entirely sure why anant didn't want her doing any chores, but she didn't question it. Navya's mother had always told her that she would need to know how to prepare a variety of meals, how to raise children properly, and how to keep a house neat in order to stay in her husband's good graces, but here Anant was telling her that none of the above was necessary.

"And here." Said Anant, holding out a platinum credit card. "It's yours for whatever you need."

Navya took the card. It had his name on it. She smiled. Anant Bajpai. And she was now Navya Bajpai. Mrs.Anant Bajpai. Navya liked the sound of that.

"Goodnight!" Anant called from the hallway. He had left before she had a chance to thank him again.

The next day, Anant woke up early. He had a lot of work to catch up on and decided to go to his office early. He was relieved to find that navya had heeded his advice and slept in, instead of waking up to prepare breakfast for him. A smile crept on anant's face as her remembered the amazing breakfast spread she had prepared the morning before. He hated Indian food for breakfast, but he would eat anything navya made without a complaint. Maybe he was wrong to ban her from cooking.

navya woke up a few hours after Anant had left. Her mind drifted to her impending spa appointment. Needless to say, she was excited. Clad in a simple, blue salwar kameez, she made her way down the stairs. Kamla hurried up to her.

"Ma'am, Sir left these for you." She stated. She held out several papers with information about the spa including the time of the appointment and the address. navya looked through them, paying special attention to the various treatments and services offered. Most of them seemed unnecessary to navya. Why do women go through such lengths to feel beautiful?

"Would you like some breakfast? I'll have the chef prepare whatever you'd like." Offered Kamla.

"No. It's fine." navya replied, most of her attention still focused on the papers in her hand.

"Yes ma'am. The driver is waiting whenever you're ready to go." Said Kamla.

"Oh okay," navya walked towards the door. She was surprised to see a black limousine waiting for her in the driveway.

"Is this really necessary? I limo just to take me to the spa..." navya turned to Kamla.

"Sir's orders. The driver was instructed to take you wherever you want to go to the spa, boutiques, wherever." Kamla answered.

navya sighed as she stepped towards the driver, who was holding open her door. She sat inside after quickly thanking him. He drove her to the spa first, where navya encountered some rather eccentric women who gushed over how great it must be to be young and newly married. After hours of tweezing and waxing and other forms of meticulous primping, navya was glad to be back in the comforts of the limousine.

"Ma'am, where to now?" asked the driver.

"Oh...um...I need to go shopping, I think." navya said. She explained how one of the eccentric women she met in the spa, who happened to be Indian, told her about a boutique that sold designer saris. She couldn't quite remember where it was, but once she told him the name, the driver immediately recognized it.

navya shopped for a few hours. She enjoyed being out on the streets of New York City alone. Since she had often braved the streets of Mumbai by herself, the streets of New York seemed like child's play compared to the chaos that occurred in India. She took pleasure in her new sense of independence and the amount of freedom Anant allowed her.

After a long day of shopping and primping, Navya heaved a great sigh of relief as she entered Anant's mansion. The day had been hectic, and the actual event is yet to come. Navya hurried upstairs to her bedroom. She had two hours before Anant was expected to be back. She eyed the sari she had just purchased. She spent abundant amount of time sifting through the many designer saris the boutique had before she finally found this one. It was perfect in every way. It was a light shade of pink with the heavier embroidery than anything else in the store. The blouse had lace sleeves that reached the elbow and a sweetheart neckline. The sari itself had a modern design, unlike anything navya had worn in India. It was snug from her hips to her knees showing off her curves. There were pleats right below the knee causing the sari to flare slightly at the bottom. The saleslady had referred it as a "mermaid style" sari and told her that the style was more popular in the foreign market rather than the Indian one.

It didn't take long for navya to get ready. She had gotten her hair and makeup done already and simply needed a few touch ups. Her hair was done up in a sophisticated up-do. Her evening-appropriate makeup was heavier than what she was used to, but she was confident Anant would approve. navya hadn't bought any new accessories or shoes as Anant had suggested, deciding to wear ones she had brought with her from India. She felt guilty about her excessive use of Anant's credit card. The sari hadn't been cheap and neither was her little visit to the spa and not to mention the pricey lunch she had had before coming home. She thought it wise not to waste any more of anant's money.

navya scrutinized herself in the mirror. She definitely looked like Anant's wife. She was sure that she could compete with the rest of the glamorous wives of the wealthy businessmen of New York. navya's phone began to ring. Breaking her gaze away from the mirrior, navya searched for her phone. She quickly answered it after locating it.

"Hello."

"navya, it's Anant." Anant's voice sounded distracted as if his concentration were elsewhere rather than on this conversation. "Listen, I'm running late. Have the driver bring you to my office and we'll leave together from here. Okay?"

"Sure." navya replied.

"Are you ready?" asked Anant, still sounding distracted.

"I am. I'll leave right now." She answered promptly.

"Great. See you in a bit." Anant quickly hung up before she could reply. navya dismissed it. He must have been really busy.

The driver informed navya that Anant's office was about half an hour away and that the party venue was a swanky hotel just a few minutes away from his office. The limo stopped in front of an entirely too tall skyscraper. The driver held open the door as navya stepped out of the limo, careful not to get tangled in her sari. He followed her inside and informed the lady at the front desk that "the boss's wife" was here to meet him. navya was led up to the top floor by a slightly disgruntled middle aged secretary, who tried her best to put on a polite faade in an effort to please her boss's wife.

navya knocked on the door and waited for a reply before entering. She saw anant seated at a large desk intensely staring at a computer screen. He was dressed in a very fancy tuxedo. His neat appearance seemed out of place sitting behind the untidy desk, which had papers strewn all about.

"Anant." Navya attempted to get his attention.

"Navya, just give me a minute. We'll leave a little while." Anant said quickly. His eyes never left the computer screen. Navya took this moment to look around his office. It was rather larger with a huge window that contained quite the view of New York City. There was seating area off to the side. navya felt the urge to wait on the very comfortable looking sofa while Anant finished up his work, but couldn't tear her eyes away from the window. She gaped at the city lights, complete in awe of their beauty.

She turned her attention back to Anant. He had stopped staring into the computer screen and was now looking down while shifting through some papers. His eyes flickered up. He briefly glanced at navya before turning back to his papers. Suddenly, Anant looked up again. His eyes slowly traveled the length of navya's body. navya felt shy under his gaze. As soon as Anant's eyes reached navya's face, he stood up and made his way from around the desk in one swift movement. He rapidly walked up the navya. His expression stayed stern the entire time. navya instinctively took a step back. anant looked her over one more time.

"What the hell are you wearing?" anger was apparent in his voice. 8

"I..." Navya was shocked. She was at a loss for words. This was not the reaction she was expecting.

"I told you to buy a dress. An evening gown, navya, not a sari! This is a very important party. I needed you to look perfect." Anant yelled. He did nothing to hide his anger. 4

navya felt tears forming in her eyes. She looked down, ashamed with herself for angering Anant. 1

"This isn't India, you know. You can't just walk around the city in a sari like it's normal. Maybe you should update your wardrobe, adopt a more Westernized look. You are my wife, Navya. You have an image to live up to. So far, you've failed." He was no longer shouting at her, but the maliciousness of his tone was all too apparent.

navya thought back to all the hours she spent getting ready, all the time in the spa, all of the time she spent finding what she thought was the perfect outfit. Suddenly her confidence was reduced to nothing. She thought Anant would be elated by her transformation from a Plain Jane into a glamour queen, but sadly that wasn't the case. She no longer felt that she could compete with the wives of all of the other businessmen. She no longer felt that she was worthy standing in the same room as Anant let alone accompanying him to an elegant party.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't think th-" navya started.

"That's right. You didn't think. Dammit navya!" Anant interrupted exasperatedly. 2

A single tear escaped navya's left eye. She lifted her hand to wipe it away before Anant could notice. Too late.

"Don't. Don't you dare start crying." He said harshly. "We need to leave otherwise we'll be late."7

Navya wiped away the tear and made every attempt to prevent herself from crying any further. Anant walked out of his office and proceeded down the hallway without even waiting for navya. navya took a deep breath and silently followed behind Anant. She climbed into the back of the limo and settled down next to Anant. He had what seemed like a permanent scowl etched onto his face. navya couldn't bring herself to look at Anant. An uncomfortable silence fell between them as the limo drove towards the hotel. This was going to be one hell of a party.

Navya gawked at the exterior of the five star hotel that stood before her. The limo driver held the door open waiting for her to exit, but navya was too caught up in the luxurious sight before her.

"navya. Come on." anant waited for her at the entrance of the hotel.

Navya exited the limo and joined Anant. She took a deep breath before following Anant inside. The lobby of the hotel was unlike anything navya had seen before. The dcor was pure Victorian that couldn't be found in India. She mindlessly followed behind Anant, as she gaped at her surroundings with immense fascination. anant paused in front on the entrance of the grand ballroom.

"Navya, I don't know if you've ever been in this type of setting before. Just do whatever everyone else is doing. If they laugh, you laugh. If they're drinking, you drink. Be polite even if someone says something stupid. Fake it if you have to. If the other wives aren't contributing to the conversation, you shouldn't either. And please navya, just get through this for me." Anant warned. He seemed just as nervous as she was.

"Don't worry. I'll be fine." navya said with a smile. 2

Anant gave Navya small smile before taking her hand in his. He led her through the double doors. As soon as they entered, many of the people turned their attention towards them. navya knew anant was well-known in the business community, but she didn't know that he was this well-known. Anant squeezed her hand letting her know that everything would be okay. He led her over to a rather large group of men and their wives. They were an older crowd, much older than Anant and navya.

"Anant! How are you? It's been a while." A tall man with graying hair stepped forward and engulfed Anant in a hug.

"Hey Steve. I'd like you to introduce you to my wife, Navya." Replied Anant.

"Wife? You went off and got married without even telling us?" Steve said incredulously.

The others looked in, surprised expressions planted on their faces. navya wondered if these were Anant's friends or simply his colleagues. Steve seemed like the friendliest of the bunch, while the others seemed less sociable.

"Anyways, it's nice to meet you Navya." Continued Steve, gently shaking navya's hand.

He turned back to the group.

"This is Walter and Elaine McDonald. That's Greg and Megan Robinson. David and Elizabeth Oliver. Miguel and Maria Vazquez. And this gorgeous red head is my wife, Kate. And the couple walking up right now is Nikhil and Neha Sachdev."Steve finished introducing all of the people, pointing to each one as he introduced them. navya noticed that the Robinsons were the youngest couple of the group besides navya and anant. The Sachdevs, the only other Indians here, seemed like they were in their early thirties, still younger than the majority of the people present.

"Navya, darling, your outfit is simply divine." Elizabeth Oliver commented.

"Thank you." Replied Navya quietly, unsure whether or not her compliment was really sincere.

The men fell into a comfortable chatter as the women simply watched on, taking a sip of champagne every now and then. None of them said anything. navya, remembering what Anant had told her before, also remained silent. navya gazed at Neha. She was just a little older than her, but she looked as if she could be navya's age because she was so stunning. She opted for a bright red evening gown that flown regally down to the floor. Neha noticed Navya watching her and walked over towards her. "Hi Navya!" Neha said quietly. "God your sari is exquisite. I wish I could handle wearing one."

1

"Thank you. Your dress is very beautiful." Replied Navya.

Neha opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a man who had joined the group.

"Hey Anant! How was India?" A vibrant blonde haired man hugged Anant, careful not to spill the drink in his hand.

"It was great, Chris! I'd like you to meet my wife, Navya." Anant gestured over to Navya.

"My my it's a pleasure to meet you." Chris looked at Navya, a goofy smile playing at his lips. Navya smiled back.

"Nikhil! We have to dance!" exclaimed Neha, grabbing Nikhil's hand and dragging him to the dance floor as the orchestra began playing its first song.

Many of the couples followed suit. Anant continued chatting with some of the men, ignoring Navya. Navya watched as the other couples danced. Many of them looked so in love. They gazed passionately into each other's eyes as they swayed to the music. She looked over to Neha and Nikhil. Nikhil looked flustered as he looked down at his feet, while Neha stifled her laughter. She watched as Anant continued on with his conversation, wondering if he would ever ask her to dance. 2

"Anant, would you mind if I asked your wife for a dance?" asked Chris, suddenly appearing by Navya's side.

Anant's expression hardened. He stared at navya for a moment before speaking.

"No. I don't mind." He said coldly.

"Great! May I have this dance?" Christ asked, holding out his hand. 6

Navya looked at Anant again. He continued to stare at her, a blank expression remained on his face. Navya placed her hand in Chris's and followed him out to the dance floor. Anant watched as her silhouette vanished into the crowd.

Chris placed one hand on Navya's waist and took her hand in his other hand. He pulled her close and began moving to the music.

"So, how long have you known Anant?" he asked, attempting to start a conversation.

"A few days." Navya answered.

Christ looked at her in disbelief.

"We had an arranged marriage in India." Navya added quietly.

"Oh...that makes sense. I didn't think Anant was the type to just settle down." Chris replied.

Navya became puzzled. Why wouldn't Anant be the type to settle down? She decided to keep her curiosity to herself.

"So you aren't in love with him?" Chris suddenly asked.

Navya lowered her gaze. She respected Anant, but she wasn't sure if she loved him just yet. She shook her head in response to Chris's question.

"Lucky bas***d." Said Chris under his breath.

Navya's eyes grew wide. She was stunned at what Christ just said about Anant... "No no! I just meant that he's lucky to end up with a wife as pretty as you without even trying." Explained Chris.

Navya giggled. Chris was sweet. They continued to dance until the song ended. Navya turned to leave as the orchestrated stopped playing, but Christ grabbed her wrist.

"One more song?" he requested. She was happy to oblige. She was enjoying Chris's company. navya started looking around the room for Anant as the next song started, but she didn't see him anywhere.

"Navya, you're so beautiful." Chris nearly whispered. He was watching her intensely as they danced.

"Thank you, Chris." navya replied.

"Anant should appreciate you more. He didn't even ask you to dance, which was extremely fortunate for me." Mused Chris.

"Umm...I...he..." navya didn't know how to reply to that.

"Shhh." Chris placed a finger over navya's lips. "I can tell you know how to make a man happy." He pulled her closer as they danced. navya felt uncomfortable in his arms. She felt his hand that was resting on her waist travel to her back, caressing the bare skin between her blouse and her sari.

"Chris." She started pulling away from him, but he tightened her grip. 6

Navya stopped struggling for a moment and waited for Chris to loosen his grip. He continued to caress her making her feel even more uncomfortable. She broke away from him and hurried off the dance floor. Her eyes searched for anant. She didn't see him anywhere in the crowd. She began searching the crowd for Neha's bright red dress, deciding that it would be easier to spot red rather than trying to distinguish Anant's black tuxedo from the sea of the black tuxedos surrounding her. She couldn't locate Neha either.

navya felt suffocated. She needed some air. She needed to get away from Chris, who she was sure was searching for her. She rushed to the double doors. Before she could exit, she spotted Anant and his group huddled in the corner. Anant was engrossed in a conversation with someone she didn't recognized. He seemed irritated. navya quickly strode over to his side.

"Your marketing scheme is all wrong. You're trying to appeal to the wrong audience. Switch advertisers, spend a little, and you'll evade bankruptcy. It's as simple as that." Anant said, his voice raising a little.

"It's simple when you have the means that you have." Replied the man he was talking with, frowning.

"Anant." navya tried to get his attention.

"Well if you knew how to control your resources properly, then you'd have the means too." Anant said, frustration evident in his voice.

"Anant." Navya said a little more loudly this time.

"Excuse me." Anant said. He turned to Navya, putting some distance between himself and the rest of the group to give them more privacy.

"So how is the party going?" he asked, taking a sip from his drink.

"Can we leave?" Navya blurted out.

"Leave? Why? Did something happen?" Anant seemed a little worried.

"No...I just don't feel well." Navya didn't want Anant to know what Chris had done. She didn't want to get in the way of their friendship or professional life.

"Didn't you have fun dancing with Chris?" asked Anant.

"Hey navya. Where did you run off to?" Speak of the devil. Chris appeared behind Anant.

"She doesn't feel well." Anant answered for her.

"Well that's too bad. I was hoping to persuade her into another dance. Come on, Navya. I'll take care of you." Chris said, his eyes bore into Navya. She looked away.

anant looked at Chris and then back to navya. She visibly seemed uncomfortable around him. Chris had done something to upset her. Anant was sure of it.

"You can't leave now. The evening is young." Continued Chris optimistically.

"He's right, Navya. We can't leave now." Anant said.

Navya looked at anant. Her eyes pleading with him.

"Will dance with me?" he asked with a smirk.

"What?" Christ said with a shocked expression.1

"What's the matter, Chris? Can't a man dance with his own wife?" Anant said with a hint of spite. He wasted no time in grabbing navyaa's hand and pulling her to the dance floor.

He placed her hands around his neck and placed his own around her waist. She wouldn't look at him. Her attention was on the ground. Anant continued to dance with navya in silence. He found himself admiring her beauty. This was the first time he'd seen her this closely.

"So are you going to tell me what's wrong?" he finally asked.

Navya looked up at him. She hesitated before answering.

"Nothing. I just don't feel well." She stuck to her story.

"Come on Navya. Tell me what's really wrong. Did Chris do something?" Anant replied.

"No." navya looked away before answering. Anant was confident that she was hiding something.

"What did he do?" Anant asked through gritted teeth. He couldn't figure out why he was angry. He just was.

"He...He didn't...It's just that dancing with another man seemed wrong." She said. navya stated the first excuse that came to mind. Her excuse wasn't completely untrue.

Anant's expressions softened. He suddenly felt bad for not asking navya to dance earlier.

"Don't worry. I won't let another man dance with you, navya. You're all mine." Anant stated. He gazed deeply into Navya's eyes as he spoke. She blushed and instinctively lowered her gaze.

The song came to an end, but Anant didn't want to stop dancing with navya. He pulled her slightly closer to him as the next song started, indicating that he wanted to continue dancing. navya didn't object. They continued dancing and talking for what seemed like hours. Anant forgot about all of the business deals and offers he'd planned on lobbying for this evening. Instead, he focused all of his attention on navya.

The party came to an end. anant was secretly relieved. The evening had been too long. He was anxious to go home and relax. He bid farewell to all of his colleagues. Chris approached Anant as he was exiting the hotel.

"That was some party, huh. I'd never been so bored in my life." Christ commented.

"Yeah. The crowd was a lot older than what you're probably used to." Anant replied. He glanced at navya, noticing how uncomfortable she became as soon as Chris appeared.

"The highlight of my evening was dancing with your wife." Christ said, eyeing navya.

Anant took a step to the side, obstructing Chris's view of navya.

"Yeah mine too." Agreed Anant.

Anant's limo rounded the corner and stopped in front of the hotel. He protectively placed his arm around navya as they walked up to the limo. After helping her into the limo, he turned back to Chris.

"I hope you enjoyed dancing with my wife tonight because you'll never touch her again." Anant growled before walking around to the other side of the limo.

Chis watched on in shock as Anant's limo pulled away from the hotel.

Anant didn't know it, but navya had heard what he said. She smiled to herself as she reflected upon the events of the evening. Anant had yelled at her, ignored her at the beginning of the party, danced with her until the end of the party, and now he was threatening the man that misbehaved with her. She was pleased but thoroughly confused. At times, it seemed like Anant disliked her. Other times, it seemed like they were friends. And sometimes, he treated her like his wife. These were the times navya enjoyed most.

Edited by storywriter098 - 7 years ago
ganganavya thumbnail
Anniversary 13 Thumbnail Group Promotion 3 Thumbnail
Posted: 7 years ago
#19
Superb update loved to the core. Anya dance was amazing. Thanks a lot for long update
NAVANT28 thumbnail
Group Promotion 1 Thumbnail
Posted: 7 years ago
#20
mind blowing update!! thanks dear for a long update...
Edited by NAVANT28 - 7 years ago
Top