Dr Meera Saravana has been on the run for the last ten years due to a fatal misunderstanding. She ends up in New York, hoping that maybe this time everything will work out. But that's turning out to be impossible the more she gets involved with the...
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I was dreaming.
How did I know? Because I couldn't move my body.
I was looking at myself in the mirror, dressed in a Snow White dress with a soft veil tucked into my hair. Diamonds on my neck and sapphires in my hair, they were my something new and something blue.
The only thing I borrowed was the knife in my hand.
"Take it," Kiran my oldest brother pushed the knife into my hands. "Consider this my gift for your wedding."
I said nothing, blankly staring at him.
Out of all of my siblings, he looked the most like my father. The same angular jaw, the same dark eyes, and the same sharp nose.
"Say something, dammit!" He hissed at me. "Scream, cry, or make a bloody scene. Something so that I know you're alive."
I had a lot of things I could say but the moment the words landed on my tongue, my mouth refused to open. Perhaps it was fear...or maybe I saw no point trying to speak.
I was to be married to a man a hated that was chosen by my father. All the things I worked for were for nothing.
I had finished Med School and was looking forward to joining a residency. I wanted surgery because it was exciting.
And now...here I was.
How else was I suppose to feel? Happy? Grateful?
"You're as hopeless as you're useless." He groaned, rubbing his hands through his slicked hair. "This was a terrible idea. We shouldn't agreed to this."
Kiran paced in my room. I shrunk into myself with his every movement.
I. Was. Suffocating.
I wanted to run. I wanted to jump out the window. Something, anything to get me away from this nightmare.
I remembered this day.
I was going to kill myself after the wedding with the knife my brother gave me.
"Meera," he tilted my chin to look up at him. I couldn't read his eyes. "If you want this to stop...say something. Jacob Ottavia is a madman. He'll kill you."
Once again, I kept quiet.
I looked at myself in the mirror again, this time watching the tears slip down my face.
Kiran cursed, turning around on his heels and stalking out the door. The door slammed and I flinched at the loud sound.
I didn't hear anything for a while.
The door opened and I turned around expecting Kiran.
Instead, it was much worse. It was my Husband to be, Jacob Ottavia, the head of the Octavia Family.
