Ayra has secretly adored Aarush, The famous singer, ever since their paths first crossed in their college. But fate had other plans as Aarush was madly in love with her sister, Myra. However, destiny took an unexpected twist when Aarush found himsel...
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At that Night ,The room was a testament to the beauty of Indian wedding traditions. Flowers of all hues, primarily red roses, adorned every corner, filling the air with their sweet fragrance. Soft candlelight danced upon the walls, casting a warm glow. The dimly lit atmosphere added to the intimate and romantic ambiance.
Sitting on the lavishly decorated bed was the bride herself, her red bridal dress a vibrant contrast to the surrounding hues. Her veil, a delicate fabric embroidered with golden thread, partially concealed her face, allowing only glimpses of her red lips and the intricate henna designs on her hands. Her long black hair cascaded down, framing her delicate features and enhancing the radiance of her shimmering gold jewelry.
But as stunning as she appeared, there was a hidden turmoil within her deep brown eyes. Tears welled up, threatening to spill over and reveal the emotions she tried so hard to conceal. Each glistening droplet hinted at a story untold, a secret hidden beneath the veil of this seemingly perfect wedding night.
The door creaked open, and a man strode into the room, his presence immediately commanding attention. He was dressed in a groom's attire. Tall , handsome, broad muscular frame and stong personality. His hair perfectly groomed, and his intense gaze fixed upon the bride. Every step exuding a mix of strength and simmering anger. ______________________________________
Ayra's POV
This man, the one I've always loved, the one I've always wished to be with... Why did destiny have to tear us apart like this? He's near me, but not truly with me. Why.....why does it always have to be me?
As he approached, he sat on the edge of the bed, his presence filling the room with an air of tension. Gently, he lifted my veil, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. With teary eyes, I met his gaze, my heart aching with a mixture of love and sorrow.
"Are you happy?" he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm and pain. "You must be happy," he continued, a bitter smirk playing on his lips.
In that moment, I saw the hurt reflected in his eyes, mirroring the turmoil within my own heart.
