This is story about a girl whose name is Tara mehra , she is so beautiful and hardworking she always think about her family which is her MAMA's family , they torture her so much , she is a broken girl , her life is caged because of them , she is not...
I knew something like this would happen. Mama and Mami's behavior was completely wrong, but they expected an educated, professional bride. And instead, they got me—a girl who is neither educated nor professional.
I was trembling, nervous about what was to come. His mother was going to lift my veil, and when she did, I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to face what was next.
Then I heard a voice.
"Who are you? Where is Arya? What are you doing here?" Gayatri (Ayushman's mother) asked.
All the eyes in the room shifted towards me. I didn't know what to do, and before I could stop it, a lone tear slipped down my cheek. I spoke in a shaky, broken voice.
"I... a... m... Ta... ra. Meh... ra. I... do... n't... kn... ow... wh... ere... is... Ar... ya," I stammered, barely able to get the words out. My heart was breaking with every word.
I then told them what had happened.
Flashback
It was Arya's wedding day. I was at their house, finishing up the last of my chores. Everything seemed normal until I heard the sound of a phone ringing from the living room. I went to answer it, and it was my dear Mami Savita calling.
"Kha hai tu, jaldi is address par aa, samjhi, late nahi chahiye." ("Where are you? Come to this address quickly, don't be late.")
I felt a strange unease in my stomach. Something about the way she spoke made me nervous. It was as if something big was about to happen—something that would change everything. I didn't know why, but I had this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I quickly changed out of my clothes, but I didn't have anything of my own. They never gave me Arya's old clothes to wear, so I had to settle for whatever I could find.
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I made my way to the rickshaw stand, telling the driver the address, knowing full well they wouldn't let me go anywhere. To them, I was nothing more than a maid who did their work—nothing special.
I paid the rickshaw driver and arrived at the entrance. As I walked in, I was immediately told by Sunita, one of the workers:
"Jaldi ye joda phene aur niche chal." ("Go fast and change into this outfit, then come downstairs.")
"Par mam, mein ku?" ("But ma'am, why me?") I asked, confused. After all, it was Arya's wedding, not mine.
Before I could finish, I felt a sharp pain on my right cheek. I instinctively touched it and knew right away—it was a slap. She had slapped me because I dared to question her.
"Sawal jawab karege, bol? Par<wings > aa gaye tere, jitna bola hai chup uthakar, nahi toh tere ghar toh hai bechane ke liye." ("Are you going to ask questions? Do as you're told, or I'll sell your family house!")
Harsh, her husband, added in a cold tone. I had no choice. I couldn't argue. I loved that house too much to let anything happen to it. It was the first house they had when they weren't rich, and I wanted to keep it safe.
Flashback ends.
I didn't know what to do next. I was lost in my thoughts when I heard an old woman's voice. It was Ayushman's grandmother, Abha. She said softly:
"Bahu ko Ayushman ke kamre leke jao." ("Take the bride to Ayushman's room.")
Two girls came over to me and gently led me toward his room. As I entered, I was in awe. The room was huge—bigger than anything I had ever seen. It was beautifully decorated, and I couldn't help but be stunned by its elegance and size. I had never imagined I would be in a room like this, and for a moment, I couldn't believe it was all real.
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His room was enormous—so big that 30 people could probably live in it. But the thing that caught my attention the most was the huge balcony. It was filled with plants, and from there, I could see my parents' house. The moonlight was bright, casting a peaceful glow over everything. For the first time since the wedding, I felt a little bit of peace. I didn't need anything else; I had what I wanted. I just stood there, looking outside, thinking about my family and the life I had left behind.
Ayushman's POV
When Mom told me that they had betrayed us, I was ready to kill them with my bare hands. But I controlled myself. I called Harsh, and he said that only Tara knew where Arya was.
I hated this moment. I hated being married to someone I didn't even know. I had checked Arya's background, but not hers.
When I called her "Mama," Harsh told me that she knew where Arya was, and that only made me angrier.
I walked straight to the bar, gulping down two or three bottles of alcohol. Every time I tried to take a break, her face kept coming in front of me. She's such a greedy woman, a whore, I thought. And I knew that I was married to her now.
I was furious. So furious that I could kill someone. This was an arranged marriage, and in this, they had betrayed us as well. I swore that I was going to make her life hell. She wouldn't have any peace. I wouldn't leave her alone until she paid for everything.
Author's POV
Ayushman was drunk, his eyes bloodshot with anger. No one could control his rage when it boiled over. He was silently gulping down alcohol, and the bartender, sensing the danger, was scared. He knew what Ayushman was capable of, and silently prayed for the person who would soon be on the receiving end of his fury.
After drinking, Ayushman went straight home. He entered his room and saw...
