Dhushyanth Reddy and Sita Cherukuri, on the surface, their similarities are endless; they are both the first Dhushyanth Reddy and Sita Cherukuri, on the surface, their similarities are endless; they are both the first-borns of affluent, wealthy, political fa One of my fav authors updated today, so I thought I might too.
Check out Royally Trapped by meethii and you'll know what I mean! I step out of her hold, silently, and look at my father, who's wearing a happy grin. Like you made this happen , I think to myself sourly, about how my parents manipulated this situation to seem like I had a choice in this matter.
At least my mother was honest about the lack of choice, my father was simply happy to make me believe I had a choice— what a politician move. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at her and let them know, "I'm going to go back to Bangalore tomorrow.
Oh my fucking god. Have they always been so pretentious? She glances at my father, who remains smiling, before she shrugs and answers, "because you'll have to move in with Dhushyanth after the wedding. Isn't it best that you pack your things? Why are they acting like I'm thrilled to marry Dhushyanth?
Or like I want to marry him at all? What the actual fuck? I look at my family for a moment, assessing my surroundings. Are they actually making it seem like I agreed to marry Dhushyanth because I actually want to? My father looks stumped by the question, as though it were stupid of me to ask at all. Stop holding yourself back because of the things that happen around you. My father merely shakes his head. But you should know that I think you're meant for great things. My engagement to Dhushyanth is a small ceremony with a Pooja, and an exchange of gifts between our families, held in the most expensive hotel in Hyderabad.
