Peace In the Chaos (On Hold)

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The clamour around wasn't louder than the sounds that blared at her soul from within. The brushes that worked on her face, were unable to brighten up exponentially rising darkness inside her. The pink colour coated on her lips was just another and her life wasn't one with the any colours. Just black and white. The bangles pushed on to her wrist clinked beautifully but the screams inside her made her ears bleed, bleed profusely, but despite everything her eyes remained calm and composed. They weren't bright like her surroundings but also not as dull as her soul's will. Her marriage was to begin in a few hours and she was to enter a new phase of her life with new people and new house, but the harrows of the past clung onto her chest never to let go.

"Sanya, are you done dolling up. It is not going to help anyways.", she heard the voice of taunts. A voice that wasn't new, a voice that had never had words of love directed to her, and she despised her. She hated her but apart for being with her, she had no options. She has to be with her, for she was the wife of his father, just his wife. On Sheetal's words, she turned to her and stared her mum.

"Those stares wont help. I don't know what that boy did to get you as his wife. Probably some bad karmas hitting him back. And lower your eyes. They can't threaten me.", the girl who was appointed for her makeup was shocked at the sharp, bitter words for the bride on the sweet day. What surprised her more was the relation they have, a mother saying that to her daughter wasn't something she could have imagined. Thinking it the right reason to leave, she excused herself.

"You may leave, I am ready", Sanya spoke. Her words colder than any ice that existed.

"Neither am I interested in standing her and looking at that face. I still don't understand what the Siddhant Rathore saw in you to agree to be tied to you. And even if his eyes were blinded somehow, how come his family agreed for you", she spat, with a mission to spoil her day come what may.

"I wonder the same. But about you" Meera chuckled, seeing the red face, but soon her eyes closed in pain, as her hair were harshly pulled by Sheetal and in the process a few pins that held her bun, dug in her scalp. But she didn't hiss. It wasn't an option. She would do anything but cry in front of this woman, who has ruined everything in her life. Her relation with her father, her peace, her childhood, her happiness and gave her only trauma and baggage to carry for her whole life.

"This mouth. I hate this mouth and you should remember that. I dare you say one more word and you will be the first bleeding bride", Sheetal hissed pulling her hair even harsher before finally releasing her grip. Sanya stayed mum. She knew her words weren't just words and she had no energy to fight her now.

"Come out when you are called, and get lost as soon as possible. I hate this ugly face of yours, I wish it to vanish from front of my eyes." Sanya closed her eyes and breathed deeply filling her oxygen deprived lungs. The tears pooled around the corner of eyes, but not a drop of it fell.

"Get her hair done", she heard Sheetal instruct the makeup artist. Sanya was quick to compose herself back to her cold demeanour and it was in next 10 minutes that her hair were re-done. The makeup artist though didn't say a word, it wasn't hard to understand what conspired in the room.

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The large grass, festooned with flowers and illuminated by lights, was crowded with people. Kids were laughing and filling the large space with joy and laughter, and the women never once took off the grace they possessed, and why should they? They belonged to the Rathore family. The family with a well-known name in the city, known to everyone but those living under a rock. They derived their ancestry from the rulers who formerly controlled Jaipur, which is why their name kept getting bigger. Siddhant's grandpa Prithvi Singh Rathore's tireless efforts were the reason for their prominence throughout India, not just in Jaipur or Rajasthan but whole of India, just like their business expansion.

The holy ritual was yet to start, and many thought it was a wonderful chance to connect with two illustrious families. Though well respected and well-known in Jaipur, Sanya's family was actually hollow on the inside. Only those who resided there were aware of the true nature of the show and façade, which looked good to onlookers. Having been business partners with the Rathore family for a few years, it was they that started the conversation of the marriage. Despite Siddhant's dislike of marriage, he acknowledged that it would eventually happen and accepted his grandfather's assurance that the woman he would marry would be a suitable spouse.

"I hope you are having a comfortable evening, Siddhant beta", Ajit Singh, Sanya's father asked. Siddhant bowed in respect and assured that he was comfortable and that he should relax. Ajit found it assuring enough and he smiled patting him on his back, making his way to other guests and attending them.

The call of the priest was soon followed and began the rituals. It was Siddhant who sat around the holy fire, with his crossed legs and did the needful rituals. Soon the bride was called and Sanya soon ascended the few stairs leading her to the mandap. Around her, as her bridesmaid were neither her friends or cousins but few girls who were hired to be the same. Siddhant's eyes moved along the path to finally land on her, his bride and he could swear on that holy fire right then and there, that she was the beauty he wouldn't ever see for there existed none.

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Hello Lovely.

Long time since I wrote anything. And here I am now with a story that isn't Sidnaaz story but definitely a story that I would like you all to give a read. I hope you would enjoy and love it as you have loved other stories.

Hoping to see your views on it.

Thankyou for reading.

Love.