Asmaara, her eyes swollen from recent tears, sat alone in a dimly lit room, trying to calm her racing heart. Their marriage, once a dreamy affair, had grown into a complex and shadowed reality.
Flashback:
She had been so in love, so utterly consume...
Asmaara's heart pounded in the dimly lit room, her trembling fingers tightly clutching a small bottle of sleeping pills. Her crimson lehenga, adorned with intricate embroidery, seemed to shimmer in the soft candlelight, casting eerie shadows on the floor. The air was thick with tension, mingling with the fragrant scent of jasmine.
In the sprawling Singhania mansion, the eve of her grand Indian wedding was in full swing. Guests from near and far had gathered, filling the opulent halls with their laughter and animated conversation.
Lavish decorations adorned every corner, and classical Indian melodies filled the air. All was set for the union of two prestigious families, a union that Asmaara should have been excited about.
But Asmaara harbored a dreadful secret.
Her to-be husband, Armaan, was someone she knew all too well. Memories of their past together had haunted her, and the weight of their shared history was unbearable. The man she was about to marry was the same man who had once broken her heart, leaving scars that had never truly healed.
Asmaara had been deeply in love with Armaan, and now he was back, resurfacing like a specter from her past. Her heart was heavy with the fear that he had returned with dark intentions, intentions she couldn't even begin to understand.
She had begged her parents not to arrange this alliance. In desperation, she had pleaded with them to reconsider, to spare her from the pain that seemed inevitable.
Her parents were quite clueless as to why she would want to deny marriage to a self-affluent individual, a handsome billionaire who had himself proposed the offer of his marriage to their daughter.
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In the elegantly decorated sitting room of the Singhania mansion, Asmaara sat across from her parents, her eyes filled with a mixture of anguish and determination.
She had poured her heart out, hoping to make them understand her feelings, but their perplexed expressions showed that they were struggling to grasp her point of view.
Aman Singhania, her father, a distinguished businessman in his own right, leaned forward, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Asmaara, my dear, we're just not understanding why you're so against this marriage," he began, his voice a mix of concern and frustration.
"Armaan is a self-made billionaire, he's handsome, and he has openly proposed to marry you. You have everything to gain from this union."
Rukmini, her mother, equally puzzled, chimed in. "Yes, darling, we've given this alliance careful consideration. It's a remarkable opportunity for you. Why are you pushing it away?"
Asmaara took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving her parents. She knew this was her last chance to make them see her side of the story. "I understand all that, I truly do," she replied, her voice trembling with emotion.
