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Today, I wasn't able to comprehend what I felt.
The moment I had woken up in the morning, there was a new unsettling feeling inside me. This same feeling was there, years ago.
I could've named it if I knew what or how exactly I felt.
But it was the least of my concerns.
The morning went in hustle and bustle as I did some pooja before I sat in the pavillion.
Maa helped me in getting ready before some make-up artists came along with hairstylists to do their job.
Aisha had told me that her bhabhi is looking drop dead gorgeous. She was just chanting about how much of a goddess her bhabhi was looking.
Instead of feeling annoyed at the mention of her name, I wondered how she would be looking. As a matter of fact, she was beautiful. A gorgeous lady with a gorgeous body.
She wasn't admired so much in the modelling industry for nothing. As much as I knew, she had worked with numerous famous celebrity models.
Fixing the safa on my head, I sprayed some cologne on myself before walking downstairs to seek everyone's blessings.
The moment soon arrived when I was at the pavilion, waiting for Anika to arrive.
The thought itself gave me satisfaction that she was doing all these without her will. The way she always held her head high with pride and ego, I've already crushed half of it. Till I crushed the rest, she'd be broken beyond repair.
She wouldn't be able to count and gather her broken pieces.
The scared fire burnt infront of me fiercely mirroring the rage inside me right now. But the actual fire that burns in her presence is as destructive as a wildfire.
I kept staring blankly at the fire burning when a sudden wave of whispering erupted around me.
Rising up my head, my breath hitched as I fixed my gaze on her walking down the aisle.
Clad in a deep red lehenga, she took slow steps towards the mandap, precisely, me. Her hands delicately held the edge of the translucent veil that shrouded her face, the deep red outfit perfectly matched with her beige skin tone.
No matter how much I loathed her, a sudden wave of admiration surged within me. Despite my efforts to look away, I found myself unable to test my gaze away from her approaching figure.
Gasps of awe rippled through the crowd around me, captivated by her beauty.
I wasn't the type to swoon over or admire someone, but the conflicting emotions of admiration and hatred left me feeling utterly frustrated. A part of me longed to keep looking at her, while another part wished to inflict pain upon her in that very instant.
