❞𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐀𝐇 [𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧] ✔

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨.

"pehle bhi main tumse mila hu
pehli dafa hi milke laga"

JANHAVI

Our wedding had got delayed due to all that melodramatic scenes and there was no time left for post marriage rituals before Vidaayi.

My mother was crying her heart out, the only person who loved me in that male dominated household.

Everybody else thought that I was a burden to them, literally of no use. My father always wanted a son but my mother got infertile just after my birth. I was always thought to be a curse on them. I have heard people to shed tears at their vidayi but I didn't feel like crying. Not that I was beaming with happiness but I was not that sad either after leaving behind this house.

Yes I would miss my maa but not my baba who used to abuse me , just because I was a girl. I would never miss my dadi who blamed me for her husband's death because it was just right after my birth.

I kissed my maa goodbye and got into the car that was waiting on the doorway. It was a BMW,and I had never been in such an expensive car.

As soon as both of us were seated, Ishan ji asked the drive to move.

We both were sitting on the backseat, looking outside the window.

I completely ruined his life

Suddenly enough, I remembered Shubman's comment - you are not yet able to move on from your previous breakup. Should I ask him about it? Or will he think that I'm unnecessarily protruding in his life? Of course my hesitation won against my curiosity and I didn't talk to him.

The distance between our houses was more than a three hour drive and I was feeling rather dizzy.

ISHAN

I have been looking outside the window for I don't know how long. Maybe intentionally, just to avoid any conversations. On yesterday, two months ago, Aditi brokeup with me, with the complain that I don't have enough time for her. A few weeks later I got to know that she was pregnant with someone's child. I didn't have the courage to investigate it and I let it be. I was broken from within. And exactly two months later, I'm married to my would be Bhabhi.

My fate is the shittiest thing ever.

Suddenly I felt a weight on my shoulders. I turned to see that Janhavi ji had dozed off and her head and fallen to my shoulders. I had raised my hand to wake her up but then I realised that she has been going through a hell lot. Her would be husband rejected her and didn't even have the courage to say anything face to face. He just eloped leaving her behind. And now she has got married to me, a person who would never be able to love her.