Journey of two broken souls.
ADHIRAJ RANA -future CM and king of Rajasthan
Dr. TRANIKA RAJVANSH- IAS officer
"I am your wife, Adhiraj," Tranika said, her voice trembling with emotion. "The wife you forced into this marriage."
Adhiraj's expression r...
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"Haven't you slept?" Vriti asked gently, stepping into the room.
Tranika looked up from her laptop. "I did, Bhabhi. I just woke up early to finish some work." Her voice was calm, but the weight in her eyes betrayed her emotions.
Vriti walked over, sitting beside her. "Work? On your wedding day? Tranika, you deserve to rest, to take this day for yourself."
Tranika gave a small, tight smile. "This isn't my day, Bhabhi. It's just... something I have to get through."
Vriti's expression softened as she placed a hand on Tranika's. "I know how hard this is. I see how his behavior hurts you. But I also know you—strong, steady, and always putting others first. Don't let this break you."
Tranika's smile faltered for a moment, and she looked away. "I'll get through it, Bhabhi. I just wish..." She paused, her voice catching. "I wish he didn't look at me like I was a mistake."
Vriti sighed, brushing a strand of hair from Tranika's face. "Maybe he's hurting too. Just... give it time, Tranika. He'll see your heart again. We all do.Now, come on. Let's get you ready."
As she moved to the wardrobe, a knock at the door interrupted them. Vriti glanced at Tranika before opening it, revealing Tranika's mother.
Without a word, Vriti gave Tranika's shoulder a reassuring squeeze and quietly left the room.
After Vriti left, Tranika's mother stepped into the room, her posture stiff and her expression unreadable.
"You're not ready yet?" her mother asked, her tone curt as her gaze swept over Tranika's simple attire.
Tranika stood, setting her laptop aside. "I was about to get ready, Maa." Her voice was steady, though her heart ached at the distance between them.
Her mother walked closer and handed her a small box. "These are for you."
Tranika hesitated before taking it. Opening the box, she saw a set of intricate antique jewelry. Her fingers lightly traced the designs as she asked, "Why are you giving me these?"
Her mother's voice was emotionless. "They belonged to your grandmother. She wanted you to have them."
Tranika's chest tightened as she looked up. "Maa... it's my wedding day. Can't we talk, just for once, like a mother and daughter?"
Her mother's face hardened. "There's nothing to talk about."
Tranika's voice grew softer but firmer. "Why have you always kept me at a distance? What did I do to deserve this coldness from you?"
Her mother's eyes glinted with bitterness. "You were born. That's what you did. Your father never forgave me for giving him a daughter, and I... I couldn't forgive you for ruining my life."
Tranika's breath hitched, but she stood straighter, her voice unwavering despite the sting of her mother's words. "I had no choice in being born, Maa. But I've spent my life trying to earn your love. If that wasn't enough, it's your loss, not mine."
