CRIMSON VEIL

18. crimson veil

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Today was her wedding day.

She was nervous as could be, having not slept at all the previous night. Her mind was consumed with thoughts about sharing the next year and a half with a man she neither liked nor loved.

She spent the entire day preoccupied with these thoughts. She thought about it while the servants rushed around, and as the caterers began preparing the menu. Her mind remained troubled until her mother insisted she sit in her room to get ready.

Her mother then left to prepare herself, while Siya began her preparations with the makeup artist, hairstylist, and dress designer. It took nearly three hours to get ready, and the crew left after receiving warm compliments from her.

She was about to leave the room when her phone pinged with a notification, catching her attention. Fetching the phone from the dressing table, she opened the notification bar, and her breath hitched when she saw the message on the screen.

unknown  : After thinking a lot, I've come to a conclusion.

Her brows knitted in confusion; she couldn't understand why someone would text her and say they had been thinking a lot.

Three dots kept moving in a wave motion, indicating that whoever was sending the messages was still typing. So she waited, thinking she would block this person once they finished whatever they had to say.

A new message popped up on her screen, and as she began to read it, her breath hitched again.

unknown  : You have 6 months of your happy life, and it's the longest break I'm giving you. After that, you'll be standing beside me— with me, in my world.

Her mind barely understood the meaning behind these words when another message came through.

unknown : And that's final. For now, enjoy your break, sweetheart.

Her breath shortened as she read the messages once again. She wasn't scared but was now deep in thought, wondering why someone would want her to be with them so desperately and terrifyingly.

Tossing the phone on the bed, she walked toward the coffee table where a water bottle was placed. Removing the lid, she gulped down half the water, hurriedly.

Whoever was messaging her was no longer joking. She felt that the sender was not just telling her but commanding her— that she would have no choice after six months but to stand beside him, in his very own world.

But which world?

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she continued to watch the wall clock. It was almost time for her baraat now; they would be arriving any minute. Her hands slowly began to clench the deep red lehenga, holding it tightly in her grip. She inhaled deeply and calmed her racing heart.