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Shivika's POV

I woke up, my hand aching. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw Samar lying on the floor, asleep on a mat. He looked so cute, so peaceful. For a moment, I wished things were different-that he hadn't done what he did. Why did all the bad things happen to us? We could've been such a great couple, but now everything was ruined.

I sat up on the bed, still feeling the pain in my wrist. As I moved, I accidentally bent it the wrong way. A sudden, sharp pain shot through me, making me hiss in discomfort.

"Kya hua!" (What happened!) Samar shot up from his deep sleep, rushing over to me and taking my hand gently.

"Kuch nahi, wo uthte waqt thoda sa dukh gaya," (Nothing, it just hurt a little when I woke up) I said, trying to brush it off.

"Ohh," he said, his concern fading as he relaxed a little.

"Ap zameen pe kyun so rahe hain?" (Why are you sleeping on the floor?) I asked, my tone sharp.

"Tumhe ajeeb na lage..." (I didn't want you to feel awkward...) he said, scratching his head.

"Jaise apko bohot farak padta hai..." (As if you care so much...) I taunted, watching him lower his gaze.

I got up, trying to ignore the ache in my wrist. "Anyways, haitye." (Anyways, forget it.)

"Kahan ja rahi ho?" (Where are you going?) he asked, his voice hesitant.

"Nahane," (To take a bath) I said, walking toward the closet. I opened it, only to be hit with frustration. The closet was filled with clothes, but they were all sarees, ghagras, and lehengas. My heart sank, each outfit a reminder of the last two days.

"Ye kya hai?" (What is this?) I asked, my voice trembling with frustration. The tears threatened to spill over as everything from the past few days rushed back.

"Kya?" (What?) Samar asked, stepping into the room, clearly confused.

"Ye sab?" (All this?) I pointed at the clothes. "Kapde hain... lekin sab saree waree kyun hai? Normal kapde kyun nahi hain? Kya yahan honeymoon manane aaye hain hum?" (These are clothes... but why are they all sarees? Why aren't there normal clothes? Did we come here for a honeymoon?)

I blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay.

"Shivu, maine dhyan nahi diya... I'm sorry..." he said, looking guilty.

"KYUN NAHI DIYA!" (Why didn't you?) I screamed. "SAB APKI PASAND SE HOGA!!" (It must all be according to your choice!!) My frustration boiled over, and I started hitting him, slapping him with my hands, the anger and sorrow mixing inside me.

"Lag jaegi," (It will hurt) he said softly, holding my hands to stop me.

"Haanth chodiye mere! Dur rahiye ap, koi nahi hain mere! Jaiye yahan se!" (Let go of my hands! Stay away from me, no one is here for me! Go away from here!) I cried, pushing him away, my voice breaking, and then slowly falling to the ground.

Samar knelt beside me. "Shivika, shaant ho jao..." (Shivika, calm down...) He tried to calm me.

"Dur hato mujhse," (Stay away from me) I pushed him again, my breath ragged.