MANAS BAJAJ -
Ceo of Bajaj Industries. A handsome dashing man with a cold devilious face void of any emotions
but heart which has thousands of painfull memories burried in it. HE is fire🔥 .He is every girls ultimate dream where every girls goes b...
So, today's the day—my wedding day. Can you believe it? A whole week after the engagement, and here we are.
Right now, I'm stuck in the haldi ceremony, wearing a yellow net saree that's supposed to be festive but looks more like a glowing piece of cheesecloth. Honestly, nothing feels exciting. Everything seems so dull and colorless, like someone turned the contrast way down.
Mumma's trying to chat with me, but I'm so not in the mood. It's not that I'm ignoring her; I'm just trying to stay polite while dreaming of an escape plan.
After the haldi, I took a quick shower, ate a bit, and then crashed for a nap. No rest for the wicked, right?
The baraat is supposed to arrive at 7, but it's only 5 now. Mumma's busy packing up all my stuff, and my sister and I head to the parlour to get ready. I'm in and out of the parlour faster than you can say "bridezilla" because I have a plan to execute.
So, I called one of my favorite nurses from the hospital. She's trustworthy, and she's got my back. I gave her a lehenga just like mine and told her to be my stand-in. You see, there's this old ritual where the groom is supposed to see the bride for the first time after she's all dolled up.
I had the designer make the veil out of velvet so it's not see-through. Clever, right? At the parlour, I had my nurse change into my lehenga and stand in for me. Meanwhile, I slipped out of the emergency exit, looking like I'm playing hide-and-seek in a wedding gown.
I didn't have time to think—just ran. I packed a small bag with some clothes and cash, and I had already booked a flight to Mumbai. My only goal now was to get to the airport without getting caught.
So, off I went, ready to outsmart the entire wedding party. I waited at the airport until my flight took off at midnight, feeling like a spy in a Bollywood movie.
Once in Mumbai, I checked into a hotel I had booked in advance. I'm familiar with the city, so it's like my second home. I settled in, ready to enjoy a peaceful escape, away from the chaos of my wedding day.
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AUTHOR'S POV...
At the wedding venue, things were getting a bit, well, awkward. Anvika's sister had arrived with the nurse dressed as Anvika. The nurse was sporting a long veil that barely covered her chin, and she sat there like she was at a very dull theater performance—no talking, no smiling, just waiting. Everyone was aware of the unspoken truth: Anvika wasn't exactly thrilled about this wedding. They were all holding their breath, hoping for a miracle.
Finally, the time came for the bride to be called to the stage for the garland ceremony (jaimaal). As the "bride" began her walk up the stairs, the groom reached out to help. But when he lifted the veil, his face turned ashen. Surprise! It wasn't Anvika but her stand-in. The groom, clearly not impressed, threw the entire veil and dupatta (stole) to the floor like they were hot potatoes. Cue shocked faces all around.
The groom's family, fuming like a kettle on boil, stormed into the room. They demanded that Anvika be found and brought to the wedding—pronto. Her family was left in a state of panic, trying to calm everyone down while frantically searching for the runaway bride.
Despite their best efforts, Anvika was nowhere to be found. The tension in the house could have been cut with a knife. Finally, her father, Maneesh, hit his breaking point. With a stormy expression, he marched over to his wife and grabbed her by the arms.
"Why did you do this?" he roared. "Were you not happy seeing her move on with her life? What was the point of forcing her into this marriage when the guy clearly isn't interested in her and is just after our money and wealth?"
while in Mumbai,
Anvika had reached her hotel room and was feeling like a spy who'd just pulled off a heist. She'd already switched off her phone because, let's face it, who wants to deal with calls when you're making a dramatic escape? She was nervous, having never been away from her parents without giving them a heads-up.
In her wedding dress, still looking like she'd just stepped out of a bridal magazine, she flopped onto the bed. She was so overwhelmed she didn't even bother to change. Instead, she drifted off to sleep, her thoughts buzzing with everything that was going down back in Delhi.
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(imagine the pink velvet dupatta, veil instead of the net one)
Meanwhile, back in Delhi, Maneesh had enlisted a friend to track Anvika's location, but the search was turning up empty. By 5 in the morning, Anvika's mother, clutching at straws, suggested they replace Anvika with her elder sister, Manya.
Maneesh, already at the end of his rope, exploded. "Shut up!" he yelled. "Stop ruining my daughters' lives. You've already done enough damage. Sit down and be quiet, and if you can't come up with something useful, just stop thinking altogether!"
Eventually, the groom and his family decided to cut their losses and leave for London, not without leaving a trail of insults behind. They left the venue like a storm that had passed—leaving chaos in their wake but without the melodrama they had originally intended.
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*edited*
Ahh long one ,took me so much time to write
what do u think will happen now,
i know maneesh was'nt acting good but his daughter more precisely fav daughter was lost
plz vote and comment and tell me if u want any changes,
and a twist for u all want me add any element of urs in my story u can share me ur fantasy or imagination ,i'll add the one i like.
