·˚ ༘₊ ╰┈➤✮ S H I D D A T
• Noor Bhatia
- Indian.
- An independent and strong-willed woman who pursued her education and career against her family's wishes.
- She has a sarcastic sense of humor and often clashes with her traditional family. Despite...
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What the fuck?
Please wake me up if it's a nightmare. I must be dreaming. This can't be real.
I'm not fucking going to marry him. No, this is not happening.
I stared at the door of my room. Everyone left to welcome the guests. And I'm here alone, sitting with this heavy lehenga and jewelry beside me.
My phone buzzed with an incoming call. Unknown number? I took a deep breath and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hello, sunshine," a deep voice greeted me. My eyes widened. It was Armaan... I mean, Akshath.
"Why the hell are you calling me?" I hissed in a low voice.
"Because I wanted to hear your voice before our big day," he replied coolly.
I gripped the phone tighter, my knuckles turning white. "What big day? I'm not marrying yo---" I paused, "wait how do you know anvi di is missing?"
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before Akshath chuckled, "Smart girl, Noor. I knew you'd figure it out eventually."
My mind raced. "You... you kidnapped her? Are you out of your mind?"
"I did what I had to," he said, calmly "Now, there’s only one way to fix everything. Marry me."
"Where’s Anvi Di? Where did you take her?" I demanded.
"She is safe for now," Akshath replied smoothly. "Well, at least she’ll stay that way if you agree to marry me."
"Stop with this game," I said, my fists clenched. "Leave my di."
"It’s not a game, sunshine," he replied calmly. "It’s our future. The future we were supposed to have before you left."
He paused before speaking again, "Now excuse me, baby, I have to make an entrance at your house at the mandap, na? Come downstairs fast, I’m waiting for you."
The line went dead, leaving me stunned and I stared at my phone.
He kidnapped Anvi Di. He will do something terrible if I don’t marry him.
I had no choice. If I refused, he could hurt her.
With tears streaming down my face, I took a deep breath and stood up. I had to get ready. I picked up the heavy crimson lehenga and jewellery, and with trembling hands I put them on.
Eventually, I was ready but my reflection in the mirror seemed foreign, a bride who wasn’t supposed to be here.
Just then, the door burst open, and Chachi walked in. Her eyes widened at the sight of me. "Ek toh behen bhaag gyi aur ye madam ro rahi hai, aur makeup kahan hai tumhara?"
