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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Raj stood by the doorway, his gaze fixed on Mishti, who sat on the edge of the bed with her arms tightly crossed over her chest. Her cheeks were puffed out in an unmistakable display of irritation. The sight of her childlike stubbornness brought a gentle smile to his lips, despite the tension hanging between them. He stepped closer, his movements deliberate, trying not to stir the frustration bubbling within her.
Reaching out, he lightly brushed his index finger against one of her inflated cheeks, teasingly releasing the trapped air with a playful "fuuuuuutttt." Mishti instantly turned her head away, refusing to let him coax her out of her foul mood.
"Mishti... sun naaa yaar," he pleaded softly, his hand hovering near her shoulder, hesitant but wanting to connect. He finally let his fingers rest gently on her arm, attempting to guide her gaze back to him.
Mishti resisted at first, her heart pounding with a mixture of hurt and defiance. But something in Raj's voice—a blend of tenderness and frustration—made her relent. She met his eyes, searching for the sincerity she knew lay behind them, despite her anger.
"Mom isn't saying she dislikes you," Raj began, his voice low, trying to soothe the tension. "She's just concerned that if people discover you're marrying into a wealthy family, they might assume you're using me... and that could make things difficult for you."
Mishti's jaw tightened, her eyes narrowing. "And how will it change when I move into your house?" she shot back, her tone edged with suspicion.
Raj felt a small wave of relief wash over him. Finally, she was engaging in the conversation after what felt like an hour of cold silence. He took a deep breath, hoping to navigate this delicate moment without setting off another spark.
"See," he explained, carefully choosing his words, "you'll have to shift there after the wedding, right? So if you move in with us now, it'll be better for everyone, including you. You'll get to know everyone, and no one will know about it until the wedding. After that, you'll officially be mine, and no one will question you."
Mishti's lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes flashing with indignation. She pushed herself up from the bed, moving toward the window where the city lights blurred into the night. "Just say it outright— you don't want to tarnish your reputation. If people find out you're marrying an orphan with no background, it could harm your family's standing."
Her words were like tiny daggers, piercing through Raj's calm facade. He followed her to the window, his heart tightening at the sight of her standing there, framed against the night, looking so small yet so fierce. He reached out, his hand brushing against the curtain as if to touch her, but he hesitated, letting his fingers fall back to his side.
