"From the moment I saw you trying to go over the wall. I have loved you desperately I cannot breathe when you are not near. I love you, Amyra. My heart calls your name. This darkness is my burden.You bring the light." I hugged her tightly like my li...
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Every now and then, I caught glimpses of my siblings, their faces etched with worry. My mind went back to my phone conversation with Ishanvi, her comforting voice echoed in my mind. I had never felt more isolated and alone, despite being surrounded by my family.
I watched my mother out of the corner of my eye. She sat quietly throughout the drive, her gaze fixed outside the window. Her face was an impassive mask, but I could sense the turmoil and despair beneath the surface.
I longed to say something to her, to offer some comfort or reassurance. But bade papa and badi maa's presence made me hesitate. Her sharp gaze seemed to discourage any attempt at communication.
As we continued our journey, the hours seemed to drag on endlessly. The tension in the car was palpable, and I found myself growing increasingly restless, wishing this whole trip would somehow just come to an end.
I fidgeted on my seat, tapping my feet and drumming my fingers against the car window. My mind was cluttered with a thousand questions and fears. Would the trip end up in a disaster? Would I be forced to participate in a marriage I didn't want? The uncertainty was eating me alive.
Occasionally, Drishti and Rakshit's gaze would meet mine, a silent exchange of worry and anxiety between us. But we remained quiet, each of us lost in our own thoughts as the miles rolled on.
The journey to Hyderabad felt endless, as if time had come to a standstill. I wished I could just escape, disappear into thin air and be anywhere but there. Sitting in that confined space made me feel trapped, and the weight of my family's expectations was more pronounced than ever.
As we continued our journey, I tried to distract myself by counting the landmarks and signs we passed, but even that failed to provide much reprieve. My mind kept wandering back to the situation, playing out different scenarios and possible outcomes, none of them remotely hopeful.
I closed my eyes, willing the car to go faster, to bring us closer to our destination, and hopefully closer to the end of this nightmare. But the minutes seemed to drag on, each passing second an agonizing reminder of the reality I was trying desperately to escape.
The air in the car was thick with tension, the silence only occasionally broken by the sound of a passing vehicle or the hum of the engine. I felt suffocated, as if the walls of the car were closing in on me, squeezing the life out of me.
Despite the oppressive atmosphere, my siblings and I dared not speak. I caught my mother's eye in the rearview mirror, her gaze meeting mine for a brief moment, and I saw a flicker of despair and resignation in her expression.
I looked away, my heart was sinking. Seeing her despair made my own fears feel even more overwhelming. The weight of the situation seemed to press down on me further, making it harder to breathe.
After a long journey, we had finally arrived in Hyderabad. The sun was now high in the sky, casting a bright glow over the city. It had been a long trip, spanning almost nine agonizing hours.
