It is late evening till all the guests left and family members can take a rest. Elders retired to their while the youngsters sprawled across the room they can rest their tired asses.
But one person sitting in dim light of moon on the terrace reminiscing the events happened. He is both happy and frustrated, having one step towards his childhood love yet felt forced, wanted this day to be joyful yet it was suffocating, he is still thinking his love was forced to get engaged with him, who will tell him that she herself took steps towards him.
by this time, you guess the person, yes, He is Nanda Vasista...
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