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Please remember that this is just a fictional story. I don't glorify toxic relationships. The following scenes are purely fictional and created for storytelling purposes. It depicts fictional characters in dramatic situations. The portrayal of any aggressive or disrespectful behavior should not be interpreted as endorsement or normalization. Real-life relationships should always prioritize mutual respect, consent, and healthy communication. If you or someone you know is experiencing any form of abuse or unhealthy relationship dynamics, please seek help and support from trusted sources.

In the first two or three chapters, I used a few Hindi lines, but since many readers didn’t understand them, I stopped using Hindi. So feel free to skip those lines—it’s only in the beginning chapters.






What is life?

They say it's from B to D. From Birth to Death, But What's Between B and D?

It's a "C." So what is a "C"?

It is a choice.

Our lives are a matter of choices. Live well, and it will never go wrong.

My one choice made my life like this.

Today was supposed to be the best day of my life.

I was going to marry the love of my life.

Love?

What is love?

Love is when two people touch each other's soul.

Love is honesty and trust.

Love is helping one another.

Love is mutual respect.

Love means that differences can be worked out.

Love is reaching your dreams together.

Love is the connection of two hearts-yours and mine!

And what did he do with me?

He broke me.

No, he didn't just break me. He broke me into pieces and then walked out, stepping on those pieces.

He must be very happy now.

Very satisfied...

After all, he did what he wanted.

You won, I lost.
I should be sitting at his home after our marriage.

And here I am, sitting in my wedding dress, all drained in water.

I am crying my lungs out.
But why am I crying?
For whom?
Did he deserve my tears?
No, he doesn't.

"Stand up," I heard in a deep, slow voice.
I know who he is.
He is no less than him.

"I don't have a full day for you; just stand up, damn it," he hissed.

Anger runs in my veins.

"What are you doing here? Why are you wasting your time here, huh? Don't you have any important work to do? Oh, now I understand you are here to make fun of me. Then do it. Your heart must be at peace. Feed your hate more."

"Of course I hate you. I fucking hate you so much. You have no idea of my limits for hating you."

I scoffed.

"Leave "

"Not without you."

I gritted my teeth.

"I said leave."

He stepped closer to me, yanking me by my arm and making me stand up from the bench.

"And I said not without you,." He said he was gritting his teeth.

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