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Author's POV
Mehek came from inside wearing the heavy red bridal lehenga and jewellery. Her hairs were tied in a big bun and the face was covered with the long red veil. Hands were covered with red bangles and the dried tears were soaking her face. She slowly stepped forward near him with trembling feet.
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Adhiraj looked at her for once from the corner of his eyes. Then holding her wrist tightly he took her near the mandap. Then holding her palm he sat on his place as she too sat beside him without making any voice.
Mehek felt like she was losing her everything; her self-respect, her dignity, her pride. Her heart had already died with the previous incidents and now her soul too.
The priest was chanting some Mantras while they're doing the marriage rituals. Then he asked them to stand up and take the seven feras around the holy fire.
Adhiraj nodded his head and stood up but Mehek wasn't listening anything. For a moment she became a deaf and dumb.
Grabbing her wrist tightly he pulled her up and then started dragging her while taking rounds around the holy fire. Again she didn't make any voice and did everything what her fate was making her to do.
'From now onwards, I'll take care of your each and every needs. I will try to fulfill your every small and big wishes which you want! I'll fulfill your every orders and dreams, I promise!'. His inner self uttered looking at her figure with so much love and affection towards her. Maybe he was unaware but his heart was aware of the fact that he was falling for her deeply with each passing second.
'I'll make sure, you'll regret of marrying me Mr. Adhiraj Singhania! I won't let you take breath! You'll have to die each and every second! I'll make your life hell, I promise!'. Her broken soul uttered with hatred.
After the feras the priest asked him to make her wear the Mangalsutra and colour her hairline with vermillion.
Adhiraj took the mangalsutra from the plate and tied it around her neck. His fingers brushed on his neck spreading anger through her veins. She squeezed her eyes not to loss her calmness.
