Antara's pov
Today is my mehendi and sangeet ceremony. The next stage of my destruction. Though I am already destroyed.
I sighed as I looked at the dress kept beside me. This is the dress sent by them or I say him. I will not dare to disobey him again by not wearing this dress.
What ever happened the day before yesterday was enough for me not anymore.
The dress is very beautiful. It is a Dark green floral lehenga with quarter sleeves and a pink net dupatta. It is simple yet so classy.
No matter how much I hate to admit it, this guy has some really good taste in things. The way he dresses up and sends these things I can say that easily that he is a choosy person but what ever he chooses is the best.
"and he chose you. The so called best" My mind mocked me
And I realised what I
