Author’s POV
Tomorrow was the wedding.
And tonight—the Mehendi Sangeet.
Avneet's hopes were dimming, slowly but painfully, like a candle running out of wax. She didn’t feel like doing anything anymore. The only thing keeping her upright was her love for Siddharth—and even that felt fragile now.
Still, she refused to let herself fall apart tonight.
She wore a silver lehenga, heavy with sequins that caught the light beautifully. Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders. As she looked at her reflection, she forced a small smile.
No matter what happens, she told herself, beauty comes first.
Die beautiful.
She sprayed her perfume, took one last look in the mirror, and just as she turned away—
A knock.
She opened the door to find Rohan standing there.
For a moment, he simply stared at her from head to toe, mouth hanging open.
Avneet burst into laughter. “Bro, close your mouth. Or flies will start entering.”
Rohan didn’t even blink. “Worth it.”
She rolled her eyes, teasing, “You seem very romantic today."
“No, I’m not,” he shot back instantly.
They both laughed, the tension easing just a little, enjoying each other’s presence like they always did.
Just then, Avneet’s mother, Sonia, walked in wearing a beautiful yellow saree.
Rohan gasped dramatically. “Wah, aunty ji, you look amazing. If I were your age, I would’ve asked for your hand in marriage already.”
Sonia smacked his shoulder playfully. “Oh please, you flirt too much.”
Avneet groaned. “Ugh, I can’t imagine you as my father, Rohan.”
The room filled with laughter.
“Enough now,” Sonia said, smiling. “We need to leave quickly if we want to reach the venue on time.”
They nodded. Avneet grabbed her things, took a deep breath, and followed them out to the car.
Siddharth’s POV
Another function.
Another kurta.
As Siddharth stood in front of the mirror adjusting his clothes, his mind felt blank—no, worse—blurred.
What is even happening to my life?
Frustrated, he hit his forehead lightly with his palm.
The door opened.
Abhishek froze when he saw him. “Hey, chote—what are you doing?”
Siddharth dropped onto the chair, burying his face in his hands. “Dada… I don’t know anymore. What to choose. Whom to choose. Everything feels messed up.”
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝚰𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 (𝐑𝐄𝐕𝚰𝐒𝐄𝐃)
FanfictionThey were childhood best friends, inseparable until fate tore them apart. Years later, Avneet returns-hoping, longing-for even a flicker of recognition in Siddharth's eyes. But he looks at her like a stranger. Every memory... gone. Every promise...
