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He's standing in front of me staring straight into my eyes.
We are waiting for our rings to be brought before we tie those promise bands around our ring fingers which holds no meaning for both of us.
Not a single emotion can be read in the foggy grey-ness of his orbs if somehow they are written behind them. But I can see one thing. The only emotion he holds for me- hatred. The hatred that runs deep in his each and every vein and fibre can burn me down.
I wouldn't have let that furious fire touch me, but I deserve it. I deserve everything he's giving me because as a brother, he has the right to take action against the murderer of his younger brother. So what if Dhruv isn't dead, he's lying on his death bed.
It's so hard for me to digest the fact that the person who loved me and I loved so much, made promises of our togetherness forever, aren't together anymore. But more to that, what's pricking my heart is that I'm marrying his brother.
Tearing away my gaze from him, I looked around the hall.
It has been decorated so gracefully that I can't keep myself from glancing around. Everything's in white, cream and golden. The enormous glass chandelier in raindrop style is shining brightly. Every person inside the hall is dressed elegantly and well disciplined. Even their hand movements, posture and expressions are classy.
But what's the point when they hid their ugly intentions behind that elegance and high standards?
I scoffed.
I was looking around when Aisha's voice grabbed my attention.
"Bhabhi, here are the rings", she spoke standing beside me and him forwarding in between us the golden plate covered in a red silk cloth with some flowers on it which had two red open boxes holding two rings.
Our engagement rings.Meaningless promise making bands.
I released a shaky breath I didn't know I was holding. My eyes met his.
His cold orbs sucked every ounce of warmness in my body leaving me cold and uncomfortable.
I smiled at him before taking out his ring from the box. I didn't meet his eyes but just stared at his hand that reached near me as I slid the ring.
I sucked in an unsteady breath again before forwarding my hand as he slid the ring in my ring finger.
The sound of applause echoed inside the hall but it was as if I had turned deaf. My heart is palpitating rapidly and a nauseous feeling is erupting inside my chest.
I had made the exactly same promise- promise of being his better half. I had made that promise two days before 19th February, more than four years ago.
