❞𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐀𝐇 [𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧] ✔

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

"o mehrama kya mila
yuu juda hoke bata"

JANHAVI

Tears streamed down my face, staining the pillow beneath me as I lay curled up on the bed. The events of the reception replayed in my mind like a cruel movie, each scene more painful than the last. Raj's unexpected arrival had shattered whatever fragile hope I had dared to nurture, leaving behind only a hollow ache in my heart.

I thought Ishan was different, that he was the one person who saw me for who I truly was, not just a burden to be shouldered. But now, as the reality of his intentions sank in, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of betrayal.

How could he do this to me?

I wiped away my tears, trying in vain to compose myself. But the pain was too raw, too overwhelming to be contained. Ishan ji had proven that I was nothing more than the person he was forced to marry. Those promises of staying by my said was all fake. And now, I was left to pick up the pieces of my shattered dreams alone.

ISHAN

As I made my way towards our room, I heard the faint sound of sobbing echoing through the hallway. Curiosity mingled with concern, driving me to peek inside. What I saw stopped me in my tracks.

Janhavi ji, sat huddled on the bed, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. My heart clenched at the sight, a pang of guilt piercing through me like a dagger.

I messed up so bad.

Without a second thought, I entered the room, my footsteps cautious as I approached her.

"Janhavi ji?" I called out softly, unsure of how to break the suffocating silence that surrounded us.

She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen from crying. "Ishan ji," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own tears.

I sat down beside her, my heart heavy with regret. "I'm sorry, Janhavi ji," I murmured, reaching out to gently wipe away her tears. "I never meant to hurt you."

She sniffled, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "But you did, Ishan ji. You did."

Her words struck me like a blow to the chest, each syllable weighted with the weight of her pain. I had thought I was doing the right thing, protecting her from a loveless marriage. But now, as I looked into her tear-streaked eyes, I realized the depth of my mistake.

"I know I messed up, Janhavi ji," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "But please, let me make it right."

She looked at me, her gaze searching mine for answers. "How, Ishan ji? How can you make this right?"

As I sat there, my heart heavy with sorrow and regret, Janhavi ji spoke again.

"Ishan ji," her voice barely above a whisper, "I think... I think we need to talk."