"Playfully Ruined: Played by him, Ruined by her"
✦ A thrilling tale of ❖ obsession, ✹ dignity, ✦ dark romance, and ⟡ untold mysteries.
✧ Ambhreen Dashwant, a wealthy businessman, lives for control and manipulation.
✧ Indrani, a bold AI engineer, shi...
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Date : 1.07.2024 Time : 11.21pm Day : Monday..
In the Happily Glooming Mansion of The Diyash Family , there in a silent corner , where the lights were falling but No rays or hope was intruding in .
The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the enjoyment and bustling preparations downstairs.
There sat.. a girl.. sitting on a chair infront of her self reflecting mirror .
She could hear the distant sounds of laughter and conversation, guests eagerly awaiting the ceremony. She looked up in the mirror , and faced her Red , puffed , and swollen eyes.. dry tears and softness sparkling.
Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a reminder of the gravity of the day.
The mansion, a grand and sprawling estate, was adorned with the vibrant colors and rich textures of the wedding. The scent of marigolds and jasmine filled the air, mingling with the aroma of incense that wafted through the hallways. The walls were draped with elaborate silk fabrics in shades of red, gold, and maroon, creating an atmosphere of opulence and tradition.
While She sat, intricate patterns of henna adorned her hands and feet, a symbol of the auspiciousness of the day. A large window overlooked the lush gardens below, where strings of lights twinkled in the evening light, casting a magical glow over the scene. Garlands of fresh flowers-roses, marigolds, and jasmine , hung from every available surface, their colors bright and cheerful.
She shifted her heavy yet soothing gaze towards the roses..
" Eh Gulaab... Kehte hai rang gulaab ka, ishq ka aitbaar karate hai, par kya yeh wahi gulaab nahi? jisne khoon se lipti, uss nafrat ki aag mein, befawai ka aitbaar karaya hai? "
She hunged her head low and sighed heavily , somehow accepting her defeat , heart being torn apart , emotions swayed away by every blowing breeze , feeling all of him in her , all of his touches on her , his fragrance, feeling the end of her...
She sat in front of the ornate mirror, the delicate fabric of her wedding dress cascading around her like a waterfall of silk. Her reflection stared back at her, a vision of radiance and beauty. Yet, behind the facade of the perfect bride, her eyes held a depth of emotion-a swirling storm of memories, regrets, and hopes.
The room was nothing compared to what awaited downstairs .
She lifted her hand and picked up a small silver hairpin from the vanity and twirled it between her fingers, her mind drifting back to a different time, a different life. The memories came flooding in, unbidden and relentless, pulling her into the past she had tried so hard to leave behind.
Once been a sweet , lively and caring, now raised by time , situation and life to be an spirited and ambitious AI engineer.
Bold and deeply emotional. Her days were filled with coding, innovation, and the thrill of pushing technological boundaries and afternoon spending in old-age homes or orphanages helping and making them happy ones .
Though she was the youngest child of the entire clan , she was never spoilt by anyone but surely over-loved by each. Been one of the kindest and the most important in the family . But her happy life , her innocence , her happiness, her peace , all got played by the devil creature itself.
She is INDRANI DIYASH. The known to all " Ms Perfect", even in the eyes of the Devil .
and when the Demon's eyes landed on God's favourite child, Destruction was destined to happen.
When He entered her life, as everything she was not - obsessive, controlling, and mysterious. His presence was commanding, his intelligence intimidating. He had a way of seeing through people, understanding their deepest fears and desires.
When their paths crossed, it was like a collision of two worlds. The Heaven & The Hell . The spark between them was undeniable, so the destruction became irresistable.
Her destroyer and the creator both . He killed her as many times she protected him.
A timeline of Teenage , The side eyeing contest of them both, the bickerings , everything flashed infront of her eyes as she sat in her wedding gown , tear slipped off her eyes and rolled down the cheeks , finally dripping from the chin to landing on her cleavage and falling in between her blouse , inside her chest..
His need to possess her was suffocating, his relentless pursuit turning her life into a labyrinth of obsession and manipulation.
Her once vibrant and carefree existence became overshadowed by his dark influence. She found herself constantly looking over her shoulder, feeling his presence even when he wasn't there. Her fearless independence clashed with his need for control, creating a volatile dynamic that left her emotionally drained. The bright, sunny days of her past were replaced by nights of tension and unease, as she struggled to maintain her dignity and sense of self.
and she hated to admit that, She loved him. The tension between them was electrifying, but it also took a toll on her spirit. She loved him way more than he deserved. Maybe still she craved for his clutches , his presence, his possesion, and him entirely.
Started with friendship, never reached the lovers' stage.
Now, as she sat in her wedding dress, ready to marry a man who loved her without conditions, Indrani reflected on how far she had come. She had emerged from the shadows of her past stronger and more resilient. The scars of her relationship with him were still there, but they were a testament to her survival and determination to reclaim her life.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself against the flood of memories but failed gradually.
Afterall Today is the new beginning, about embracing a future, free from the shadows of her past. But somewhere inside her soul was, Ambhreen Dashyant!
