Kashvi Rao never planned to get married, and it was never her choice. However, when she finally agreed to marry, it was to the man chosen by her parents.
There's nothing inherently wrong with a parent-arranged marriage, but when the man her parents...
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"Why?" I thundered, my voice a raging storm, a torrent of anger and betrayal. "Why did you do that?" I spat, my words venomous darts aimed straight at Arman's heart. "Was it fun, separating Vansh and me?" I sneered, my eyes blazing with a fire that threatened to consume me whole.
I stared at him, my gaze a piercing dagger, a weapon honed to inflict maximum pain. Arman, the man who had orchestrated our downfall, who had manipulated me into divorcing the love of my life. But, I knew, the blame wasn't entirely his. I was complicit in this tragedy, a willing participant in our destruction.
It had been a week since we signed the divorce papers, a week of living in a daze, a fog of memories that refused to dissipate. Memories of Vansh and me, of our laughter, our tears, our whispers in the dead of night. Memories that haunted me, taunted me, reminded me of what I had lost. And Arman, he was the constant reminder, the embodiment of my guilt, my shame, my regret.
"It was fun taking my revenge on both of you," he sneered, his voice a cold, calculating blade that sliced through my soul. His words were a punch to the gut, a breathless blow that left me gasping for air. No regret, no remorse, no hint of apology. Just a stark, unflinching admission of his cruelty.
My heart raced with anger, my mind reeling with the implications. He had played us both, using our vulnerabilities against us. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, a bitter taste in my mouth at the realization that I had been so blind, so foolish.
●Flashback to the day Kashvi neet her grandfather...
I stepped out of the car, my mind still reeling from the unexpected encounter with my sister at my grandfather's house. The strange meeting had left me with more questions than answers, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that she was hiding something from me. As I approached our house, I noticed a car parked outside - a car I had never seen before, and one that seemed utterly out of place in our quiet neighborhood.
My heart began to race as I quickened my pace, a sense of trepidation building in my chest. Who could this mysterious visitor be? I pushed open the door, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the intruder. And then, my gaze landed on him - Arman, the last person I wanted to see, sitting in our living room, chatting with his mother as if he owned the place.
My eyes narrowed, my mind seething with frustration and anger. Where was Vansh? I had been waiting for him, longing to see him, to talk to him, to make sense of the chaos that had been brewing inside me. But instead, fate had brought me face to face with the one person I least wanted to see. I ignored Arman's presence, my gaze cold and unforgiving, as I stalked past him and into my room, slamming the door shut behind me.
The knock on my door was like a punch to the gut, a sudden and unwelcome intrusion into my sanctuary. I hesitated for a moment, my heart racing with a mix of fear and anger. And then, I slowly turned the handle and opened the door, my eyes widening in disbelief as I saw Arman standing there, a smug smirk spreading across his face like a disease.
He held up his hands, gloved and triumphant, as if to say, 'See, I'm fine now. I've got the upper hand.' My mind raced with a jumble of emotions - anger, fear, and a sense of vulnerability. I tried to slam the door shut, to shut him out, to shut out the pain and the memories. But he was too quick, too strong. He pushed the door back, and I felt myself falling, my back hitting the floor with a jolt.
I lay there, stunned and helpless, as Arman loomed over me, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent light. I felt like a trapped animal, cornered and defenseless. My heart raced, my breath came in short gasps, and my mind screamed with a silent terror.
With a soft click, the door closed, and the lock slid into place, trapping me in my own room. I remained frozen on the floor, my eyes fixed on the figure that had invaded my sanctuary. Arman settled into my sofa, his movements languid and possessive, as if he had claimed ownership of the space.
His eyes roamed around the room, taking in the intimate details of my life, and I felt a surge of vulnerability and rage. How dare he! This was my haven, my refuge, and he had violated it with his presence. I scrambled to my feet, my heart racing with a mix of fear and anger, but Arman's gaze remained fixed on me, his expression unreadable.
The air in the room seemed to thicken, heavy with tension and unspoken threats. I felt like a caged animal, trapped and helpless, as Arman's presence seemed to suffocate me.
My mind raced with thoughts of escape, of fleeing this toxic presence, but my legs seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to escape the nightmare that had unfolded in my own room.
Arman's words cut through the air like a knife, slicing through my soul. 'You will divorce Vansh and come with me to Italy.' He spoke with a calm, detached tone, as if discussing the weather. But his eyes gleamed with a sinister intensity, a ruthless determination that made my heart race with fear.
I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. '"And why will I do that?" I stammered, my voice barely audible.
Arman's smile was a cold, mirthless thing. "Because it's your husband's life that's on the line." He pulled out his phone and showed me a video that made my world come crashing down. Vansh, my Vansh, lying on the ground, a crimson stain spreading from his left arm as he writhed in agony. My sob was a raw, animalistic sound, torn from the depths of my soul.
"No, please," I whispered, my eyes begging Arman to stop, to take it back, to make it not true. But he just showed me another picture, another dagger to my heart. Vansh, sitting in a seedy club, a nearly naked woman straddling him, her hands on his chest. My mind shattered into a million pieces, my heart breaking into tiny, irreparable shards.
I felt like I was drowning, suffocating under the weight of Arman's cruelty. My vision blurred, my knees buckled, and I collapsed to the floor, my body wracked with sobs, my soul shattered into a million pieces.
●I think I'll start writing SS soon as I'm missing writing books terribly but I think I'll take my timewith VijayMani as I'm not just feeling like writing that book right now and that book is my favorite so I'll like wait till I get some ideas some reach on my reels.
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