"I lost you, didn't I?" she said, her lips trembling as she spoke.
His gaze fell on those parted lips, once his addiction, now a reminder of the past he needed to forget. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to comfort her. The old Arnav would hav...
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"My god, Randeep jiju won't be able to control himself seeing you," my younger sister smirked through the mirror.
I forced a smile over my lips.
"You look stunning, di," she said, adjusting a strand of hair that had come loose. "Randeep jiju is so lucky."
My sister continued to chatter. But her words faded into the background as I got lost in my thoughts.
I wanted to scream, to tell them all that this wasn't what I wanted. But the words caught in my throat.
The door creaked open, and my mother stepped in.
"Navya, it's time," she said softly.
In all these five years, she is finally initiating a talk. Even though it's short, at least I get to see her smile. I've been a disappointing daughter to her and I would do anything to make her smile and talk to me, even if it means agreeing to marry her choice just to hear her voice directed at me again.
I vowed to never let a man enter my life after Arnav and I intended never to break it. Even though I agreed to marry Randeep, there won't be any sort of real relationship between us.
I am selfish, I know, but the feeling of emptiness is eating me alive. I miss my mother. I miss how we used to be. I miss her scoldings. I can't help but feel jealous when I see how she is with my younger sister, Shravya—the bond they share. We were the same before she discovered how spoiled her daughter had become. That day she turned her back to me and never glanced at me again
I took a deep breath, forcing my feet to move, each step heavier than the last. As I walked out of the room, I felt like a prisoner walking towards her own execution.
As I descended the stairs, all pairs of eyes turned to me. I put a smile on my face and looked at Randeep coming towards me. He was the first man I worked with in the film industry, that man has no ego and is way too good.
He forwarded his hand and I kept my palm over his.
"You look stunning," he said, sliding his hand over my back.
