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...
Hai utna hi khoobsurat meri kahani mein tera aana Banaras k ghat se jitna ganga ka takrana
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The venue bustled with laughter and clinking silverware, guests happily engrossed in their meals, while both couples stood on stage, receiving blessings and gifts. The atmosphere seemed light, but beneath the surface, tension simmered.
Mishti and her husband sat together, with Mishti adjusting the folds of her saree, trying to mask her discomfort with a strained smile.
"Ansh, are you hungry? Let me get something for you," Mishti broke the silence.
He glanced at her, shaking his head with a soft smile. "No, I'm not hungry. I can wait. You stay seated," he replied, his hand lightly pressing on her arm, urging her to remain by his side.
But Mishti's playful side couldn't be tamed. She mumbled under her breath, "Who said I was asking about you? I'm the hungry one here."
His lips curled into a chuckle, his eyes twinkling as he caught her muttered complaint. With a swift gesture, he called Raghav over and signaled for two plates.
Raghav arrived shortly, balancing the plates with ease, his gaze flicking between the two couples. He handed one to Raj and then approached him and Mishti with the other.
Raj, visibly tense, spoke up, his voice laced with poorly disguised irritation, "Are you two planning to share a plate?"
His brows furrowed as frustration crept into his expression. "She's my official wife. Why can't we eat from the same plate?" His tone was firm, as if daring Raj to challenge him.
Raj forced a smile, his chest tightening at the sight of them together. He couldn't mask the bitterness in his words as he muttered, "We all know she's your officially wedded wife; no need to announce it every two seconds."
The phrase "officially wedded wife" felt like a dagger, slicing through Raj's heart with every repetition. His mind spiraled, recalling memories of Mishti, her laughter, her softness—before everything had changed. Before she became someone else's.
He, oblivious to the internal chaos brewing in Raj, turned toward Mishti, his expression softening as he took her hand in his. "It's a proud moment for me," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His gaze locked onto hers, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of them.
"Chahe jise dur se duniya voh mere karib hai aur bas meri hai," he sang softly, the teasing lilt in his voice unmistakable as he glanced toward Raj, clearly enjoying the moment of one-upmanship. (Whom the world sees from afar, she's close to me and belongs only to me.)
Raj's smile faltered as he felt a sting in his chest. His mind screamed, but his voice remained steady as he replied, "Pata hai mujhe bhai aap accha gaatein hai, ab ye bhi har do-do sec me prove krne ki jarorat nahi h." (I know you sing well, brother, but there's no need to prove it every two seconds.)
