Rain Of Love : A Downpour of Romance (On Hold)

Fates

Author's pov

Mishti's heart felt like a heavy stone as she stood in the midst of the chaos that had engulfed her life. Every fiber of her being screamed out in agony, torn between the anguish of betrayal and the fear of an uncertain future.

As the events of the past few hours replayed in her mind, Mishti couldn't shake off the overwhelming sense of disbelief. How had her life spiraled out of control so quickly? One moment, she was preparing to attend her best friend's wedding, and the next, she found herself thrust into a nightmare from which there seemed to be no escape.

Her mind raced with questions, but the answers remained elusive. Why had Vishakha fled without a word of explanation? And why had she been forced into a marriage against her will, her dreams and aspirations sacrificed at the altar of someone else's ambitions?

With each passing moment, Mishti's sense of self-worth dwindled, her spirit battered and bruised by the relentless onslaught of despair. But amidst the turmoil, a flicker of defiance ignited within her - a determination to reclaim her stolen freedom and rewrite the narrative of her life.

As she stood before Arhaan's family, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and judgment, Mishti felt a surge of defiance swell within her. She refused to be defined by the circumstances thrust upon her, determined to carve out her own path and reclaim the agency that had been stripped away from her.

But beneath the facade of strength and resilience, Mishti's heart ached with the weight of unspoken grief. She longed for solace amidst the storm, a glimmer of hope to guide her through the darkness that threatened to consume her whole.

As she braced herself for the challenges that lay ahead, Mishti vowed to never lose sight of the flicker of light that burned within her soul - a beacon of hope amidst the chaos, leading her towards a future filled with promise and possibility.

MISHTI'S POV

I was standing in front of Pratap's mansion with my husband, who seemed uninterested in me or any sort of rituals. After all, I wasn't the one he was supposed to marry. Lost in my thoughts, I was suddenly called by Arhaan's mother

"Mishti beta, kaha kho gyi?" Arhaan's mother said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Kahi nhi aunty," I replied, trying to keep a straight face.

"Aunty? Hayy ram! Mai tumhari aunty kab hui hai?" Arhaan's mother exclaimed, dramatically flipping her imaginary saree.

"M...aa," I stuttered, trying not to burst into laughter.

Good..ab se tum mujhe maa khekar bulaogi Arhaan's mom said.

Now let me do the arti then, kick the kalash which is filled with rice coins.. and then enter okay bacche.. Arhaan's mom said.

After the arti, she instructed me to kick the kalash filled with rice and coins and enter. As I attempted to execute this ancient ritual, I stumbled, making a less-than-graceful entrance. But before I could hit the ground, a warm hand caught me-a miracle performed by none other than my husband. Who knew he had it in him to be my knight in shining kurta?

O my my... Bhai ne bhabhi ko girne hi nhi diya Arhaan's sister exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Bhai toh abhi se hi bhabhi ke khatir daari mai lag gye," Arhaan's brother added, giving me a knowing wink.

Meanwhile, Arhaan slipped away unnoticed, probably to escape the impending chaos.

I stood amidst my new in-laws, feeling like a fish out of water but also strangely amused.