❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞
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Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty.
Bu...
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इस दर्द-ए-दिल की सिफारिश
अब कर दे कोई यहाँ
कि मिल जाए इसे वो बारिश
जो भिगा दे पूरी तरह।
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"Vivah sampan hua," the priest said, and I took a deep breath. My heart skipped a beat, and a huge emotion turmoil just stopped for a second. My heart suddenly started feeling heavy. My eyes unknowingly for a second went to him to look at him only to witness his eyes already on me.
A shiver ran through my body, and I looked away. My cheeks turn red due to embarrassment, I can still feel his heavy gaze on me. It was making me more nervous than I already was.
"Chalo beta, ashirwaad le lo sab ka" (Come, take blessings from everyone)
I heard my mother's voice, and I came out of my thoughts. I looked at her, and I saw her eyes were filled with tears, but her lips had a smile. Looking at her, my heart skipped a beat, and then I looked up at my father.
There, he was standing in a simple kurta pajama staring at me with tears in his eyes. That moment hit hard. I realized I'm married, and I had to leave my house, my father.
Like all the airs were snatched away from my lungs, I felt a lack of oxygen around me. I kept staring at him while he kept looking away, avoiding looking at me.
I kept sitting there until I felt a warm hand wrapping around my hand. Until I felt a little pressure in our entwined hand. Like the owner was trying to give me strength.
But I wasn't able to control myself. My tears weren't controllable. I felt someone pulling me up, I realized it was my husband. It was him, who was holding my hand all the time. He, for a second, looked at me and then nodded his head, like understanding that I wanted to be in my father's arm.
More tears fall from eyes, and without wasting any second, I ran to him. My husband, who was following me, followed, holding our gathbandan.
Wrapping my arms around my father's fragile body, I cried. Not a second later, I felt his wrapping his arms around me. Putting my head on his chest, I cried just as I cried when I was a child and lost my doll.
