Aashvi —His Arranged Destiny

This is the first part of this book, this book has mostly soft romance, the book is focused on the beauty of Arranged Marriage where both the people in marriage love and care for each other equality despite the age gap Or cast difference, class difference .

I hope you would like this book ♡

(Mumbai; 8:46 AM)The ring I had brought to ask him to be my life partner—the one I had hidden in my clenched palm, the one I would’ve held out as I bent down and asked, “Mr. Shekhawat, will you marry me?”—slipped from my hand.

It fell to the floor with a soft clink. That tiny sound echoed louder than any scream in my head. I froze. My fingers went numb. And in front of me, lying in bed… was him. Kunal. Naked. And beside him, wrapped in those same sheets where I had imagined building dreams—was another woman.

My heart dropped.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to tear that room apart, demand an explanation, yell until the walls shattered. But my voice—my throat—betrayed me. Not a single word came out. My chest heaved with the storm inside, but I stood there like a statue. Silent. Still.

“Aashvi… let me explain…” he muttered, scrambling to cover himself.

But I didn’t look at him. My eyes were fixed on her. The woman next to him.

Lily.

The same Lily for whom I worked as a body double. The girl I helped launch into the industry. The girl I defended when everyone called her undeserving. Her.

My grip tightened on the bouquet I was holding—the roses I had carefully chosen that morning now crumpled under my fury. Without another word, I turned and ran down the stairs. My ankle twisted midway, but I didn’t stop. The pain didn’t register. Not when my heart was in shambles.

Outside, the skies had opened up. The rain poured mercilessly. Each drop stung my skin, mixing with the tears that had finally begun to fall. I couldn’t see clearly, but instead of darkness, my vision was filled with memories—sharp, cutting memories.

Kunal manipulating me.

Convincing me to work beneath my level.

Pushing Lily forward while calling her just a “friend.”

All of it... a lie.

With a cry of anguish, I threw the bouquet into the gutter and walked aimlessly, soaked in rain and despair. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, wiping the screen with trembling fingers.

The caller ID read: Kanak.

I answered instantly.

“Hello, Aashvi?” Her voice—steady, concerned, familiar—cracked me completely.

“Kanak!” I sobbed. The pain I was trying to bury rose up like a wave, and she understood everything in that one word.

“Stay where you are. I’m coming.”

She always knew where I was—ever since that incident in Bangalore, she had placed a tracker in my phone. “For safety,” she’d said. And thank God she did.

Minutes later, her car stopped beside me. She rushed out, holding a towel. Without a word, she wrapped me in it and pulled me into her arms. I collapsed onto her shoulder, crying like a child. Aayush stepped out, holding an umbrella over us, shielding us from the downpour.

Kanak helped me into the car, sat beside me, and Aayush drove us to her apartment.

The moment we reached, she took me straight to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, letting the water run over my body. But no amount of water could cleanse the betrayal carved deep in my heart.

I changed into the warm clothes she gave me—simple, soft, clean. I had left everything behind in that hellhole apartment. My world had ended there.

Sitting on the couch, sipping the coffee Kanak made, each gulp burned like acid. The warmth didn’t comfort me. It only made the pain sharper.

I finally spoke, my voice trembling:

“Kanak… I saw Kunal. The man I was going to marry… in bed… with another woman.”

Her eyes filled with anger. But she didn’t gasp. She wasn’t shocked. She had known all along.

“Aashvi,” she said slowly, “do you still trust him?”

“No,” I replied without blinking.

“Do you still love him?”

“No!” I slammed the cup down, the ceramic cracking slightly.

She leaned forward, fire in her eyes. “Then destroy him.”

“Destroy?” I whispered.

“Yes,” she said firmly. “Show him his place. On the streets. With Lily. Bata, tabah kar degi na tu use?”

Her words pierced through the fog in my head. And suddenly… I felt something new. Not pain. Not sadness. But rage. Purpose.

Yes, Mr. Shekhawat. You changed me. From someone who loved you, to someone who will make sure you regret every second of betrayal.

My phone rang again.

The screen flashed: Baba.

My stepfather.

We hadn’t spoken in eight years—not since I left home with Kunal to join the modeling industry. But he… he was still the reason I could'nt hate the word “father.”

I answered with a cracked voice. “Baba…”

“Aashu,” he replied gently, his voice unchanged. Warm. Kind.

Tears welled up again. “Is mummy still angry with me?” I asked.

And to my surprise, she took the phone.

“No one’s angry with you, Aashu. Are you okay?” Her voice wavered. They knew something had gone wrong. Maybe the news had reached them. Maybe they knew about the ban.

“Aashvi,” Baba said softly, “come home. We’ve fixed your marriage. You’re to meet the boy’s family. Come back to Delhi.”

Before I could respond, the call dropped. My phone battery died.

I plugged it in calmly and walked to the balcony. My head was spinning. I needed to breathe.

Aayush had left the apartment. As I stood there watching the traffic below, a warm hand touched my shoulder.

Kanak.

She looked at me, searching my face. “What happened after that call?”

“Mummy called,” I replied.

“What? She actually called after all these years, and you’re sad?”

“They’ve fixed my marriage. Asked me to return to Varanasi to meet the family. How can I focus on my career comeback now?”

She sighed, then gently cupped my cheek. “Listen, go see them once. Just hear them out. Maybe they’ll support your career too.”

“You know I’ve never built my career on relationships. I won’t start now,” I said firmly.

“I know, baba. But just meet them once. You need a break anyway. After everything that happened today, a change of air won’t hurt. We’ll handle things here till then.”

Maybe she was right. Maybe a short trip back to Varanasi was what I needed.

(Pov ends)

(Chennai; 11:56 AM – The AA International Headquarters)

The atmosphere inside the office changed in seconds.

Staff members stood straighter. Conversations stopped mid-sentence. Eyes turned toward the entrance.

The tall figure of Ashwath Agnihotri walked in—clad in navy blue formals that hugged his sharp frame like they were made for him. His presence exuded power, precision, and something unspoken that demanded respect.

Behind him were his assistant, Chiraag Mehta, and two clerks.

Chiraag handed him a file as they walked. Ashwath scanned it, his eyes dark and focused.

“Send this model her termination letter. If someone crosses the line, Ashwath Agnihotri knows how to redraw it,” he said, voice like a blade.

“Yes, sir.”

“Chiraag.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Did you get the information on that girl?”

“Yes, sir. But… I still can’t believe you're going to marr—”

Ashwath shot him a glance. “Don’t say it. I’d never force a woman to marry me. Even if my grandfather wants her as my wife. Her consent will always come first.”

He handed Chiraag another file.

It had the details of the girl he was going to meet.

The girl who didn’t know that her broken world was about to collide with his.

-|Chapter end|-

Ok so this is the first part, Kunal was Aashvi's Boyfriend, he had promised Aashvi for marriage but instead she had to act as Lily's Body double so that she can achieve what she wanted, but his lie couldn't stay in darkness for many days as Aashvi discovered it. Kanak her best friend and her manager promises to support her to do come back in the industry as Kunal had already made Aashvi ban so that Lily can grow as a model without competitors against her.

Their are many twists to come in this story, how her father treated her, all her pasts and her life....

Since English is not my first language, so mistakes are bound to happen, please forgive them.

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