The Girl He Was Paid to Forget
Khushi kapoor
The late morning sun had scattered gold over the overgrown garden, making even the dry leaves glimmer faintly. It was quiet, save for the rhythmic snipping of leaves. Nidhi sat cross-legged near an old hedge, her hands busy tending to a rose plant that had long stopped blooming. A part of her found comfort in these small acts—gentle, repetitive, invisible.
From the stone path behind her, footsteps approached.
Manav didn’t say anything at first. His eyes scanned the garden like it was someone else’s memory—foreign and oddly familiar. When he spotted Nidhi, he hesitated, unsure whether to speak or just turn back. But something about her quiet presence anchored him there.
Before either could say a word, the hush broke.
Khushi kapoor
“There you are!”
A bright voice swept across the garden, too lively for the space. Khushi Kapoor walked in, dressed in pastel florals, her hair perfectly styled, eyes shielded behind designer sunglasses she didn’t need. Her smile was polished, practiced, as she walked toward Manav.
Khushi kapoor was the youngest doughter of the second most powerful corporation of the country and favoured by Arnav as well because of that he has decided to introduce her to his son as his fiance
Make sure that manav believes that they were already together and now going to engage too
Khushi kapoor
“I’ve been looking everywhere, and guess where I find you? In the most unlikely corner of this mansion. How rustic.”
Her eyes flicked toward Nidhi and lingered—just long enough to acknowledge, not long enough to greet.
Manav’s brows furrowed slightly, but he didn’t speak.
Khushi kapoor
Khushi stepped closer, looping her arm lightly through his. “Your father says we have to finalize the engagement date. Imagine! And here I am, chasing after you in the garden like some film heroine.”
There was a laugh in her voice, light and charming, but when her eyes met Nidhi’s again, they cooled.
Khushi kapoor
“Shouldn’t you be inside, dear? I think the guest cutlery needs polishing.”
nidhi shrma
Nidhi stood up slowly, brushing her hands on her kurti. Her face remained unreadable. “I was told to tend to the garden this morning.”
Khushi kapoor
Khushi smiled politely. “Ah, of course. Silly me. Well, do carry on.”
The tone was sweet, but the dismissal was loud.
Nidhi gave a nod and turned to leave.
Manav watched it all—the quiet restraint in Nidhi’s eyes, the way she didn't flinch, didn’t react—and something in his chest tightened. He couldn’t name the emotion, but it didn’t sit easy.
Khushi kapoor
Darling why don't we have lunch together ?
Manav looked back at her with a sharp eyes
manav kapoor
Don't call me that
Khushi kapoor
Oh come on we are lovers!
Khushi kapoor
Ok ok let's have lunch together
they headed towards the dining area
sury ( head maid)
Miss Khushi you are here! We are honoured to have your presence here
In mean time while they were talking manav moved towards Nidhi standing in the corner quietly
manav kapoor
“You shouldn’t let her talk to you like that.”
Nidhi stopped, just for a moment, and without looking back replied,
nidhi shrma
She have right to
Then she walked away.
And Manav, for the first time, realized that silence could feel louder than any words.
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