"From Obsession to Passion: A Transformative Journey"
Divya
Sunshine ☀️
An introvert who portrayed herself as an extrovert,
A Mastermind in Academics ,
She is always friendly with others but harbors deep hatered
for a certain man.
Arjun
Grumpy 💢
...
I was dragged by him toward the mandap, my feet stumbling as I tried to resist, panic surging through me. Everyone watched in shock as Arjun walked straight toward me with an unyielding grip on my wrist. Desperation flooded my senses, and I began to plead, my voice trembling with fear.
"Please, Arjun, don't do this!" I begged, tears streaming down my face. I slapped his chest in a frantic attempt to break free, my hands trembling as I tried to push him away. "Let me go! I don't want this!" But Arjun's grip only tightened, his expression hardening with every step he took. His mother's voice cut through the chaos, demanding, "What are you doing, Arjun?"
In a cold, commanding tone, Arjun replied, "I do whatever I want. I'll marry whoever I choose. If anyone questions me again, they'll end up six feet under. That's a promise."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
With that, he pushed me down to sit before the holy fire. Tears streamed down my cheeks as one of the priests handed us garlands. Arjun forced me to place the garland around his neck and then put one on me. My hands trembled with fear as I tried to plead with him, but his cold, unyielding eyes silenced me.
The priest began chanting, and I looked at Arjun with desperation. "Why are you doing this to me? Leave me!" I pleaded.
Arjun didn't respond. Instead, he silently took the mangalsutra from the priest. My eyes widened in disbelief. This wasn't how I imagined my marriage-this can't be happening.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Trembling with fear, I stammered, "No... no... no..." But Arjun ignored my protests. He tied the knot despite my cries, my begging, my desperate attempts to stop him. After securing the mangalsutra, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You're mine."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
