A story set in 1960s where an eighteen year old is wedded off to the Sarpanch of the village who is fifteen years her senior.
🔞 Contains mature content and domestic abuse. Reader's discretion is warned.
Her eyes, lined with kohl, shyly raised, peeking through her veil at her husband as he filled the partition of her hair with vermillion. Noticing her gaze, he graced her with his rare smile, making her avert her gaze modestly, her heart thudding in anticipation. The rest of their wedding processions passed away, their fate tying together for the rest of their lives in a beautiful and sacred bond.
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Her hand grazed his cheek as their gaze locked, her eyes shining with her unprofound love for him while her cheeks were red, coloured with his love.
Until... fate decided that love isn't always enough.
"Maaji ne theek kaha hain," her soft voice echoed, hearing her own heart shattering into pieces at the silence that followed her words as she said. "Aapko dusri shaadi kar leni chahiye."
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Hi everyone! This is the new story I'll soon work on. I hope you guys liked the small prologue I provided. Do let me know your views.
It will be a fan-fiction but I'll be adding a bit to the names so that every reader can have their own version of characters.
