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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"Stop it. She is my wife."
The voice is unmistakable. It's Arjun. His tone is firm and unyielding, resonating with authority. The room falls silent, and all eyes turn to him.
"I won't tolerate any more insults against her," he declares, making it clear to everyone that he stands by me.
Priyanka's face pales as she realizes the gravity of Arjun's words. Her confident demeanor crumbles, and she takes a step back, visibly shaken.
" Oh , Come on Arjun, how could you take her side and ruin our years of friendship. Even you know she is nothing but a nui-"
"Enough, You've said enough, Priyanka," he says coldly. "If you can't respect my wife, then you will face my warth and I dare you"
I watch as Priyanka's face flushes with anger. She turns on her heel and storms out of the room, leaving a stunned silence in her wake. Priyanka's expression shifts from shock to something more complex-anger mixed with humiliation. She opens her mouth to speak, but Arjun cuts her off with a glare that could freeze water.
I look at Arjun, my heart pounding. This was the man I thought of as cold and distant, standing up for me with such conviction. Tears well up in my eyes, a mix of relief, gratitude, and something else I can't quite identify.
"Arj..." I whisper, my voice trembling.
He steps closer to me, his gaze softening just a fraction. "You don't have to justify yourself to anyone, Meera," he says, his voice quieter but still strong.
His words hit me like a tidal wave. For the first time in my life, someone is standing by me, defending me. After everything that has happened, Arjun is here, protecting me. Not just once but twice. I thought I was just a mere transaction for his revenge.
Why? The question lingered in my mind continuously torturing me.
I look up at Arjun, my emotions in turmoil. "Why?" I ask softly, my voice barely audible. "Why did you stand up for me?"
His expression is unreadable as he meets my gaze. "Because you are Arjun singh Rajvansh's wife, Meera," he says simply. "And no one has the right to disrespect something what is mine."
Tears spill over my cheeks, and I quickly wipe them away. For the first time, I see a glimmer of something in Arjun's eyes-compassion, maybe even a hint of warmth.
As the guests begin to murmur among themselves, I wonder what this means for us. What does this unexpected solidarity from Arjun mean for our future? My heart is a whirlwind of fear and hope as the chapter comes to an end.
The word MINE still buzzing in my head.
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The announcement for the dance reverberates through the room, stirring anxiety within me. Couples begin to pair off and head toward the dance floor, their movements fluid and graceful. I stand at the edge, feeling conspicuously out of place, my heart pounding in my chest.
