On the wedding day
Aarohi's heart raced like a wild animal as she stood at the altar, her mind consumed by the escape plan she had meticulously crafted with Rohan. The weight of her ornate wedding attire felt suffocating, like a gilded cage encasing her very soul. As the priest's sonorous chants filled the air, Aarohi's gaze darted across the sea of faces, searching for Rohan's reassuring smile. She had trusted him with her life, and now, as she prepared to make her move, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of anxiety. What if something went wrong? What if Vidyut had discovered their plan?
With a deep breath, Aarohi quietly rose from her seat, her hands trembling with anticipation. She had rehearsed this moment countless times, but nothing could have prepared her for the intensity of Vidyut's gaze as he watched her. His eyes gleamed with a sinister intensity, like a predator sensing its prey. Aarohi's heart skipped a beat as she realized that Vidyut had anticipated her escape. His men were stationed outside, waiting to pounce like predators.
Aarohi's mind raced as she frantically scanned the room for an alternative escape route. But every door, every window, seemed to lead to a dead end. Vidyut had thought of everything, leaving her with no choice but to confront him. The priest's chants grew louder, more urgent, as if sensing the drama unfolding before him. Aarohi's eyes locked onto Vidyut's, a silent challenge passing between them. She knew she had to act fast, or risk losing her chance at freedom forever.
As Aarohi and Rohan made a frantic bid for freedom, Vidyut's men converged on them with the relentless ferocity of a pack of wild animals. The sound of their footsteps was like a death knell, pounding the ground with an ominous finality that seemed to signal the end of all hope. In the midst of this chaos, Vidyut emerged from the shadows, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity that seemed to burn with an inner fire. His gaze was fixed on Rohan with a ruthless precision, his hand rising with a calculated slowness to aim the gun.
The sound of the gunshot was like a crack of thunder, shattering the air with a deafening loudness that seemed to freeze time itself. Rohan's body crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud, his leg twisted at an awkward angle that seemed to defy all logic. Aarohi's scream was primal, a raw and anguished expression of horror and despair that seemed to rip from her very soul. She fell to her knees beside Rohan, her hands cradling his head with a tender desperation, as if she could will him back to life through sheer force of will.
The world around her seemed to dissolve into chaos, the sounds and images blurring together in a mad whirlwind of color and noise. Vidyut's face loomed above her, his eyes still blazing with that fierce intensity.
Vidyut's grip was like a vice, his fingers digging deep into Aarohi's arm as he dragged her back to the wedding venue, his fury palpable in every step. The air seemed to vibrate with his anger, his breath hot against her ear as he spat venomous words. "You'll pay for defying me, Aarohi." The ceremony, once a joyous celebration, had devolved into a surreal nightmare, with Aarohi's parents and the guests watching in stunned silence as Vidyut forced Aarohi to complete the vows.
Aarohi's voice was barely audible, a whispered promise of obedience and loyalty that seemed to choke her. Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a glimmer of hope, but found none. Rohan lay injured, possibly dying, and she was trapped, bound to this monster by the sacred vows of marriage. As the priest declared them husband and wife, Vidyut's grip on Aarohi's arm tightened, a possessive claim that seemed to brand her as his property.
"You're mine now," he whispered, his eyes aglow with triumph, as Aarohi's heart shattered into a million pieces. The weight of her situation crushed her, the realization that she had lost Rohan, her love, her hope, and was now trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who would stop at nothing to own her. The darkness closed in around her, a suffocating shroud that threatened to consume her very soul.
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