Shivaay took his glasses off and registered the grandeur of the Advani's abode. The intricate accolade in the entrance was definitely a sculptor's dream, he was able to feel the alacrity of Omkara. The age old mansion was reinvigorated to blend in with the modern decor norms, it was newfangled primeval, as if it stood to bridge in two eras. As he acknowledged the allurement of the house, he couldn't help but sigh in dismay. His wife was going to be an annoying spoilt brat of a princess, with whom he would have to compromise himself.

It had been almost fifteen minutes but there was no sign of his future wife. He was able to sense that she was not in the house as the other Advani ladies either looked worried out the door, or were calling someone. Probably went to the parlor, Shivaay sneered. And here he was, who postponed his meeting just to meet her. You had to choose her highness Grandpa!

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