The Intolerable Rajvanshis [On Hold]

5. ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ ʙᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅɪɴ'

Arzoo Khanna

I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of the world crushing down on me. Colorful ribbons and garlands hang in the air, remnants of a joyous occasion that has turned into my personal nightmare. Their cheerful hues seem to taunt me, showing how different my inner turmoil is from the happy atmosphere outside.

Today was meant to be my sister's day of happiness, her wedding day. But fate had other plans, and now I'm the one trapped in a union I never consented to.

Why doesn't anyone care about my emotions? Even he didn't.

His name was carved into my heart. Every beat belonged to him. But all he did was give it the dreadful name of infatuation.

Loving him was like walking through a field of wildflowers, each step filled with the anticipation of something beautiful yet unattainable. But amidst the whispered confessions and stolen glances, I knew the truth—I could never truly have him. He was like a distant dream, forever out of reach, Bound by the unwritten rules that governed our student-teacher relationship.

I heard the door open, and I tensed. Glancing sideways, I caught a glimpse of him and realized it was my husband, not anyone else.

But I couldn't see his face, not even during the wedding. My own face was veiled, a precaution taken because of the guests' presence. They were adamant about avoiding any potential confusion regarding last-minute replacements.

"I love someone else. I can never accept you as my husband," I whispered, my gaze fixed on my feet. I lacked the courage to meet his eyes, overwhelmed by the guilt of hurting someone who wasn't at fault.

"So, the elaborate confession you made a week ago was just a charade. Your affections have shifted to someone else now?" His voice, so familiar, shook me to my core. His words pierced through me like daggers. With tears welling up in my eyes, I looked up

"Sir," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

And there he stood before me, a smile playing on his lips, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes.