𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭
Imaan and Pranali's love was a fairytale written with dark ink and a broken pen.
Brought together by love and separated by destiny. Not every fairytale ends with a happily ever after.
A love oh so verboten..
A tale that was...
As I mentioned before, the story is nothing extraordinary which you haven't thought or seen before...
It's my old work which I'm reposting..
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Tujhko bana doon main apna khuda Aur sajde tere kar sakun Maangun dua saath hone ki tere Kandhe pe sar rakh sakun (I'll make you my god So that I can worship you I always pray to be with you So that I can rest my head on your shoulder)
˚𑁍.ೃ࿔*:･⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
Darkness had its arms spread across the vast sky, keeping it devoid of the moon or stars. Somewhere under the dark blanket, stood an enormous mansion decorated beautifully with flowers and fairy lights, catching the eyes of every guest entering or anyone passing by.
Inside the main hall of the mansion, the bower for the marriage was ornamented featously in the centre. Amidst the mantras chanted by the priest, the attention shifted to the descending bride from the stairs.
Her lithe frame was wrought in an embroidered red saree with heavy sparkling gold jewellery. And yet for the zillionth time, she didn't fail to take his breath away. However the irony mocked on his face, a cruel reminder that today she wasn't dressed up for him.
The realisation seeped within him like scorching acid, reminding him continuously that today was her marriage. And it wasn't with him.
Her face, the mirror of his happiness, was contoured with impassiveness, reflecting the silent volumes of agony. The same agony which was resonating within his heart.
He quickly looked down, knowing that he wouldn't be able to control his heart for longer if he kept on looking at her.
Every step she took closer to her supposed groom, poignantly stretched the distance between them. A distance so invisible and still felt so tangible, weighing their already bleeding hearts. Furtively, she sneaked a peek at him and it only broke her heart all over again. Although, the thought of her parents kept her tethered.
Her friends' chorus of giggles dissolved, only the ear splitting echoes of her shattering heart audible for her ears. Like a monotonous effigy, she took a place beside her husband-to-be, performing rituals which were going too fast for her liking.
After the holy feras ended, they sat back in their places. Now it was time for the final rituals and will embark her as someone else's forever.
Not able to hold back anymore, her eyes lifted up and found his eyes already fixed on her. Their gaze collided like the storm surge of a sea, a crash of devastation deaf to everyone else. Those eyes were holding a tempest and within the cage of ribs, their hearts were bleeding and along with it bled away their hopes for togetherness.
