Whispers of Fate

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"saath kangan le ke aana,
thode bandhan le kr aana,
haan nibhayenge hum milke,
haan thodi baatein le ke aana,
saari raatein le ke aana,
guzarenge hum milke"

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Anisha's POV

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Days passed sooner than I expected, and it was finally the day, the day I was supposed to marry Mr. Raichand.

I had been preparing for this day ever since I agreed to it, but as the moment approached, I found myself unable to escape the turbulent storm of emotions within me.

I woke up earlier than usual, and groggily made my way out of bed, feeling like a reluctant participant in my own life. As I walked toward the balcony, the sky outside was still dark and silent, much like the quiet emptiness that had settled in my life.

My gaze was fixed outside, and I couldn't help but drift back to the memory of the day Sahil and I had gotten married.

We were two young souls, filled with dreams and the fervor of youth, surrounded by the love and support of our friends and family. On that day, we had exchanged heartfelt vows, our voices tremulous with emotion, and in that sacred moment, we had bound ourselves together in a promise that we believed would last a lifetime.

But that was a different lifetime, a chapter closed.

As I looked at the sky, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future.

Since yesterday, there's been a constant, heavy presence of grief and loss in my mind. I am terribly missing Sahil.

It's as if the weight of his absence is a tangible force, always beside me, aching in my heart. His memory and the love we shared serves as a vivid reminder of the past, a past filled with cherished moments and dreams that will forever remain unfulfilled.

I remember his laughter, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and the warmth of his embrace. Those memories are both a comfort and a source of anguish, for they remind me of what I've lost and what I'll never have again. The vows we exchanged, the laughter we shared, the dreams we nurtured, all etched into the fabric of my soul.

Each step toward this marriage is like walking through a field of memories, memories of Sahil and our shared dreams, and they haunted my every move.

As I stood on the balcony, I couldn't help but wonder if Sahil was looking down on me from somewhere.

What would he be thinking, seeing me standing on a pedestal, getting married to someone else? Would he understand the reasons behind this second marriage, my commitment to our daughter's happiness and security? Or would he see it as a betrayal, a breaking of the sacred vows we had once exchanged?

Time and again, I had reminded myself that this was not a betrayal to Sahil, but I couldn't help but feel it in my bones. The ache of moving forward, of allowing someone else into my life, felt like a silent, personal betrayal that only I could truly understand.

The weight of that guilt was an invisible shackle I carried with me, even as I moved towards a new chapter, a chapter that was meant to be just for my daughter's sake.

I wish Sahil would understand that this was not a choice of the heart, but a sacrifice of the heart for the well-being of our daughter.

I watched the sky painted with hues of dawn, the first light of a new day breaking the darkness. The sun was set to rise, and its warm embrace filled me with a sense of renewal.