They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
Khas The Kabhi Ham Bhi Kisi Ki Nazron Mein Ghalib, Magar Nazron Ke Taqaze Badalne Mein Der Kahan Lagti Hai...
~ soniya.A
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The tension in Shalini's room was palpable, thick enough to choke on. The air felt stifling, weighed down by years of unspoken expectations and rigid traditions. Raj sat stiffly on the edge of his seat, his fingers digging into the cushion beneath him. His posture screamed discomfort, every muscle in his body tense, as though he were bracing himself for a blow. His brow was furrowed deeply, the edges of his jaw tight with barely contained frustration.
Across from him, his mother, Shalini, sat at the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the embroidered bedsheet with such force that her knuckles whitened. Her eyes bore into Raj with a mixture of disappointment and disbelief. The words that had been hovering at the edge of her lips all day finally spilled out.
"Sagai toh krva di humne tere kehne par, Raj," she began, her voice low and heavy with disapproval. "Lekin kya voh ladki hamare taur tarike samajh payegi?" (We agreed to the engagement because of you, Raj, but can that girl understand our customs?)
Raj inhaled sharply, the words striking him like physical blows. His fists clenched even tighter in his lap, his nails digging into his palms as if that physical pain might be an anchor for his spiraling emotions. He stared at the floor for a moment, jaw clenched, trying to suppress the torrent of frustration building inside him. Each word his mother spoke felt like a lash across his skin, a reminder that his choices were always scrutinized, never fully accepted.
But when Shalini's voice turned cold, she continued to press on. "Naa maa-baap hai, na paisa hai us ladki ke paas," (She doesn't have parents or money,) she muttered, half under her breath, though loud enough for Raj to catch every word.
His mother's words hung in the air, sharp and cutting. Raj's breath hitched in his throat, his heart pounding with a fury he hadn't felt in a long time. His mother's doubts about Mishti—about her worth, her upbringing—dug deep, scraping against the raw nerves of his own insecurities.
Suddenly, something inside him snapped.
Raj shot up from his seat with an abruptness that startled even Shalini. His chair tipped slightly backward before righting itself, his face a storm of conflicting emotions. Anger flashed in his eyes, bright and uncontrollable. His lips curled as if he were holding back a flood of words, his nostrils flaring as he struggled to keep his composure.
"Mom, I'm done with this!" Raj's voice cracked with frustration as it echoed through the room, his normally composed tone unraveling as he let out everything he'd been bottling up. His mother's constant disapproval, her incessant criticism—it was all too much. "I've had enough!" His voice rose with every word, reverberating against the walls like a thunderclap.
