Saisha, a 22-year-old medical student(intern), carries the scars of a traumatic past that made her believe love only inflicts pain.
Shazim, a 31-year-old businessman burdened by a complex history, holds onto revenge instead of love.
However, when...
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I slowly regained consciousness, my eyes fluttering open to the sight of the room spinning around me. Confusion washed over me as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. As my vision cleared, I realized I was lying on the bed, my body feeling weak and disoriented. The throbbing in my head intensified, and I touched my temple, feeling the dull ache radiating from the spot where I had hit the ground. With trembling hands, I pushed the blanket aside, sitting on the edge of the bed, taking in deep breaths to steady myself.
I glanced around, searching for a presence, but the room appeared vacant. The room exuded an air of sophistication and minimalism. Positioned at the heart of the space was a luxurious bed, flanked by a dresser on the left and a grand window on the right.
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Bedroom
The window was adorned with elegant curtains, concealing the darkness outside. I took in the surroundings, absorbing every detail of the room. Curiosity led me towards the dresser, where I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. My makeup had been wiped away, along with the extravagant jewelry and the bridal dress I had worn earlier. Instead, I found myself in a white, oversized t-shirt that clearly didn't belong to me, paired with black tights. I also had ointment on my hands. While I examined myself in the mirror, pondering the disappearance of my clothes and belongings, a door beside the dresser caught my attention. It was slightly open, so I pushed it and walked inside.
To my astonishment, I found myself stepping into the very same bathroom I had accessed from the beauty room before. It became clear that the other door led to this room. As I made my way towards the door leading back to the beauty room, a voice suddenly caught my attention.
"Hey there. Looking for me?" he smirked, catching me off guard. I spun around, my eyes locked on him. "No," I retorted sharply, a hint of sass in my voice. "Why would I be looking for you?" He sauntered towards the bedroom door, closing it behind him. My heart skipped a beat as I realized he was half-naked and dripping from his shower. With a casual demeanor, he approached me, teasingly saying, "I don't know, maybe because you miss me." I replied in a low voice, unable to meet his gaze, "Why would I miss you?" He didn't reply and moved towards me. As he got closer, I noticed something in his eyes that didn't quite make sense. He seemed hurt.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"After what you did, how do you expect me to feel?" I questioned, my voice filled with a mix of anger and confusion.
"Look, Saisha, I..." he began to say, but I pushed him aside and made my way towards the bedroom door, desperately pulling the handle, hoping to escape.
As I struggled with the door, I could feel him watching me, enjoying my little struggle. After wrestling with it for a while, I heard him clear his throat. "Want some help?" he asked, innocently. "No, I'm good," I replied, my anger and sass shining through. I pulled at the handle one more time, but it just wouldn't budge.
"Ghar ke darwaaze bhi apne jaise dheet rakhe huehain." (The doors of the house are as stubborn as he is.)
I heard him chuckle at my comment, and then he moved closer to me. He reached for the handle. When I saw his hand coming closer, I quickly pulled mine back. Without saying a word, he opened the door, giving me a smug smile to tease me. He rotated the handle while I was trying to pull it.
'Ughh how can I be so stupid.'
I tried to walk through the door he opened, but he blocked my way. "Don't you think I deserve a little thank you?" He asked, trying to act innocent. "No, you don't," I replied, and headed towards the beauty room. I opened the door, it had a handle you have to pull, and went inside. I don't even want to see that guy's face anymore.
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