CHAPTER 1

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Tara dressed in bridal attire was sitting on a flower-covered bed. A veil covered her face, and her eyes showed strong emotions as memories came rushing back to her.

Thinking back in time, scenes from the past played in her mind. Each moment seemed to reveal something important, adding to the complexity of her feelings, grappling with memories that felt like a heavy burden.

"𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘳 𝘚𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘣 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥?" 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵, 𝘚𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘢, 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥.

"𝘉𝘶𝘵, 𝘉𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 18 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦...." 𝘈𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘳𝘶𝘯.

"𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘺 𝘈𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥?" 𝘈𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥.

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘉𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘢..."

"𝘕𝘰, 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘳 𝘚𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘣'𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦," 𝘈𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥.

" 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 . 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘢 . 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦"
𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.

𝘈𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵, 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘚𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘺
𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.

"𝘉𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳," 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦.

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