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FANAA 2

A handsome hunk in his 20s leaned back in his office chair, holding a photo of a beautiful young girl. His lips curled into a dreamy smile as he hummed softly—

"Pehla pehla pyaar hai, pehli pehli baar hai..."

With each note, his imagination ran wild—visions of their future together played in his mind. From a romantic honeymoon to raising grandchildren, every detail seemed so perfect.

Just as he was lost in his daydream, SMACK—a sharp hit landed on the back of his head.

"What, bro?!" he snapped, rubbing the spot and glaring at his older brother, who stood there smirking.

"You're staring at her photo like a kid stares at his favorite candy," his brother teased. "Stop it—you look like a stupid monkey." With a chuckle, he turned and walked out of the office.

Samarth scowled, hugging the photo to his chest. "What's his problem? I'm getting married to her—she's my wife, and I'll stare at her as much as I want. No one can stop this hero."

Grinning like a fool in love, he kissed the photo softly and whispered, "Pehla pehla pyaar hai, pehli pehli baar hai..." before carefully locking it away in his drawer.

The girl in the picture? None other than Fanaa.

Samarth's POV

Baby girl... I don't know what connection I have with you, but the moment I saw your photo and heard your name, I fell for you. It's my first and last love. Just one more week, and we'll be together forever.

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Meanwhile...

A shiver crawled down Fanaa's spine as a familiar, sickening presence hovered over her. His rough lips trailed down her neck, leaving unwanted touches that burned her skin.

Her rapist.

He hadn't dared to force himself on her again—but his disgusting obsession with her body never faded.

"I hope you behave and keep your mouth shut in front of your husband," he whispered menacingly. "If he finds out, he'll leave you without a second thought. And your parents? Their reputation will be in ruins. You know how the world works—it's always the woman's fault. Isn't that right, baby girl?"

With those cruel words, he disappeared before anyone could see him.

The moment he left, Fanaa collapsed onto the floor. Her body trembled violently as sobs wracked her frame.

"Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Why...?"

Knock, knock.

"Fanaa beta, open the door—it's time for your mehendi," her Chachi's warm voice called from outside.

She quickly wiped her tears, forcing herself to sound normal. "Ji, Chachi... I'm coming."

Rushing to the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face. But no matter how hard she tried, the pain clung to her like a shadow.

Downstairs, the house buzzed with laughter and music. Everyone was celebrating—but inside, she was drowning in fear. Would her husband ever accept her if he knew the truth? Or would he see her as impure... broken?

A voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"What's the groom's name?" a lady asked cheerfully.

Before she could answer, her mischievous cousin piped up, "Samarth—our hot jiju!" and ran away giggling.

Hearing his name sent a warm blush creeping across Fanaa's cheeks—but it did nothing to chase away her haunting doubts.

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The Wedding Day

Dressed in a stunning red lehenga, Fanaa sat beside Samarth as the priest chanted the sacred mantras. With each vow, her heart pounded harder.

Finally, the priest instructed, "Groom, fill her hairline with sindoor and tie the mangalsutra around her neck."

Samarth gently lifted her veil. His breath hitched as he drank in her beauty—her delicate features, her innocent eyes, and the way her cheeks flushed with nervousness.

He leaned in, whispering softly, "Welcome to my world, baby girl."

That one phrase pierced her like a knife. Baby girl. The very words her abuser had used to degrade her now spilled from her husband's lips. Her grip tightened on her lehenga, a wave of fear washing over her.

And just like that—they were husband and wife.

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A Few Hours Later – Wedding Night

Fanaa's POV

I'm sitting in the middle of the bed, just as my mother instructed. My heart is racing—what kind of man is he? His room is dark... is he dark too? What if he's just like him?

The way he said "baby girl" still echoes in my ears, sending shivers through my body.

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Samarth's POV

"Pehla pehla pyaar hai, pehli pehli baar hai..."

I need to get a grip—I can't scare my wife on our first night. Taking a deep breath, I push open the door and step inside.

There she is, sitting quietly in the center of the bed with her long veil still covering her face. I lock the door behind me, and she clutches the hem of her dupatta tighter, her eyes shut in fear.

I kneel in front of her, offering my softest smile. "Beautiful... innocent... and mine," I murmur, lifting her veil.

When I see her trembling, I realize she's terrified. My heart aches. "Relax, baby girl," I assure her gently. "We'll take it slow—there's no rush."

I stand up and head toward the guest room. "Get freshened up—I'll sleep there tonight," I say softly and leave her alone.

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Fanaa's POV

Is he really a gentleman? Or is he just pretending? There's only one bed—does that mean I'll have to share it with him?

I remember what my mother told me before the wedding.

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Flashback

"Beta, after marriage, your most important responsibility is your husband. You must obey him and fulfill his needs—mentally and physically. Always keep him happy."

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A soft knock interrupts my thoughts.

"Ji?" I answer hesitantly.

Samarth enters, smiling like a kid who just got his favorite candy. "I think we should sleep," he says gently, lying down beside me—keeping a safe distance.

"Good night, Fanaa," he whispers.

"Good night," I reply softly, confusion swirling in my heart as we both drift into an uneasy sleep.

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Midnight...

I wake up feeling parched. My throat is dry. Carefully, I sit up, trying not to disturb my husband.

Little do I know—this night is only the beginning of a journey that will change everything.