The vivid reds in wedding symbols of celebration , Happiness and Joy . But what will happen if the same red colour change into the colour of blood betrayal and the symphony of despair.
Meera sweet little innocent girl end up being the pawn in the d...
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The black lehenga is heavier than anything I've ever worn, each step on the staircase a calculated effort to avoid tripping. The fabric whispers against the marble steps, making my descent feel like an eternity.
'Krishna ji bacha lena aaj girne mat dena please '
As I near the bottom, my foot catches on the hem of the lehenga. I stumble forward, my heart leaping into my throat. I'm bracing for the inevitable fall when, suddenly, strong arms catch me. My breath hitches as I look up, and my eyes meet Arjun's. He was looking devilishly handsome in his black tux.
'If looks could kill I'm already dead by now' Meera control.
I looked at his face. His face is unreadable, his dark eyes boring into mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. His grip is firm, steadying me effortlessly. For a moment, everything fades away.
'Krishna ji mein ne zindagi mein kisika bura nahi chaha phir bhi iss Khadoos ke bahoo mein gira diya. Aap daya nahi kar sakte the mujpar'
"Careful you would have fallen down if I wasn't there" he says in a steady voice, releasing me once I'm sure on my feet again.
"Th-thank you" What the hell why did I stammer . Meera you have to be strong you can't let him think he is superior to you just because my own family abandoned me and was forced to marry him.
He nods curtly, his expression still impassive. "It's nothing."
I search his face for any hint of emotion, but it remains a mask of cold detachment. "Once a Khadoos always a khadoos." I mutter under my breath, just loud enough for him to hear.
His lips twitch, almost imperceptibly, but he doesn't respond. Instead, he turns away, leaving me feeling a strange mix of frustration and gratitude.
As I watch him walk away, I can't help but wonder what lies beneath that stoic exterior. Is there warmth behind those cold eyes? Does he ever smile? I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. "Get it together, Meera," I whisper to myself.
"I guess I'm not going alone right?" he asks as he turns to face me taking me out of my delusion and making me angry to the fullest with his arrogant gesture.
"Come and get into the car"
I obey reluctantly even though there is hurricane playing in my mind to back answer him but I stop myself from doing so.
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As Arjun and I entered the grand ballroom, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over me. The sheer opulence of the party was overwhelming. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their crystals sparkling like stars against the dimmed light. The walls were lined with intricate tapestries, and the floors gleamed underfoot, polished to perfection. Everything screamed wealth, power, and an elegance that I felt out of place in.
