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 lively chatter and bustling preparations downstairs.
There sat.. A Girl.. Sitting on a large and comfortable chair infront of the luxurious mirror .
She could hear the distant sounds of laughter and conversation, guests eagerly awaiting the ceremony.
She looked up in the mirror , Only to meet her Red , puffy , and swollen eyes.. Dry tears and Softness..
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 an Indian Hindu 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.
In the room where She sat, intricate patterns of henna adorned her hands and feet, a symbol of the auspiciousness of the day. The furniture was antique, with carved wooden details and plush cushions embroidered with golden threads. 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 gusse ki aag mei jhulsi , Nafrat ka aitbaar karate hai ? "
("Roses.. They say the Symbol of love you are.. But , Are not these the Roses dipped in blood and raged by anger , being symbol of hatred ? ")
She said , She hunged her head low and sighed heavily , feeling her defeat , feeling her heart being torn apart , feeling swayed away by every blowing breeze , feeling lost , feeling all of him in her , feeling all of his touches on her , feeling all of his smell on her , feeling broken in heart , feeling the end of her...
The ceiling was adorned with chandeliers, their crystal pendants catching the light and scattering it across the room in a dazzling display. Traditional Indian lamps, or diyas, added a warm, flickering glow, enhancing the serene and sacred ambiance.
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 the lively chatter and bustling preparations downstairs if not for the decoration .
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 , she had been a sweet , lively , joyful , caring , supportive and a glowing girl.. who was raised by time , situation and life to be an spirited and ambitious AI engineer, newly graduated and full of dreams.
She was earlier bold, full of sunshine, 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 . Her evening were spent with friends, laughing over coffee, discussing everything from the latest tech trends to the mysteries of the universe . Nights with mostly her family and three bestfriends of hers or sometimes Nightout with her brothers . Though she was the youngest child of the entire clan , she was never spoilt by anyone but surely she was too much loved by all her family members and bestfriends. She has been the kindest and the most important member of the family .
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