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...
Nasha tha unke pyar ka jis mein hum kho gaye, Unhe bhi nahi pata chala ki kab hum unke ho gaye.
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The room was quiet. Not peaceful quiet—tense quiet. The kind that echoed even the smallest breath.
Raj stood at the doorway, one hand on the frame. His eyes didn't move. Just... watched.
Mishti sat on the edge of the bed, her back slightly hunched, arms tightly crossed over her chest like a shield. Her cheeks were puffed out—adorably stubborn, like a child who'd been refused candy.
Raj's lips curved, just a little. Even now, she's cute when mad.
He stepped inside slowly, careful not to stir the volcano she was clearly sitting on.
He knelt down beside her—not too close—and leaned forward.
With one finger, he gently poked her puffed cheek. "Fuuuuutttt." A quiet puff of air escaped as he teased the pout.
She immediately turned her face away.
Idiot. He thinks this is a joke? He doesn't get it... She pressed her lips tighter. No, I won't look at him. Not this time.
"Mishti... sun naa yaar," ("Mishti... please listen, love.") he whispered.
His hand hovered awkwardly over her shoulder—hesitating—then rested gently on her arm.
Come on. Say something. Scream. Hit me. Just don't be this quiet.
Mishti didn't move. For a moment, he thought she'd shrug him off.
But then—slowly—her head turned. Their eyes met.
His breath caught.
"Mom isn't saying she dislikes you," he began softly, "She's just worried. She thinks... if people find out you're marrying into a rich family, they might assume you're using me."
Mishti's jaw clenched. Her eyes darkened.
"Aur jab main tumhare ghar shift ho jaungi, tab kya farq padega?" ("And when I move into your house, what difference will it make?")
Let's see how he explains that now.
Raj exhaled. Finally. She was talking.
"Because you'll move in after the wedding anyway," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "So if it happens quietly now, no one will talk. You'll meet everyone, slowly. No pressure. No noise. After the wedding, you'll be my wife—and no one will question it."
Mishti stood. Her movement was sharp, like a jolt. She walked to the window, arms still folded. The light from the city cast a soft glow on her face.
He's scared. Not for me. For himself. For his family. For their reputation.
