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This is not a love story it's a Revenge Saga
A journey of Revenge And betrayal.
Ruhani:- A name that signifies purity and love. She embodies innocence in a world often perceived as cruel.
Aryansh:- Named after th...
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Aryansh's phone rang, breaking the light atmosphere of the room. He glanced at the screen, his face turning serious as he answered. After a short conversation, he hung up, looking troubled.
"Aryansh, what's wrong?" his mother asked, concern is lacing her voice.
"There's an urgent issue at the office... I need to go. I can’t avoid it," he explained, though his voice carried the weight of his reluctance.
His father frowned. "But Aryansh, it's your wedding soon. Can’t it wait?"
Aryansh shook his head. "I wish I could ignore it, but it's important. If I don't go, things might get worse."
The family exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond. Aryansh then turned toward Ruhani, who was watching him quietly, her heart sinking at the thought of him leaving. He approached her and gently kissed her forehead. “I’ll be back in an hour, I promise,” he whispered softly, his lips brushing her skin.
Ruhani’s chest tightened. "Do you really have to go? Isn’t there another way?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, holding back her emotions. "What could be so urgent that it can't wait?"
Aryansh cupped her face, his eyes soft yet determined. "I wouldn't go if it wasn’t necessary. Please trust me, I'll be back before you know it."
Ruhani nodded, though worried gnawed at her. She forced a smile, pushing down the fear rising in her chest. "Okay... be careful."
Aryansh gave her one last look before leaving, his departure weighing heavily on the room.
Sneha and Rudra, who already knew about his plans, exchanged glances. Without saying a word, they quietly followed Aryansh out, hiding their actions from the rest of the family.
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The atmosphere inside the house remained joyful as the Mehndi artist arrived. People were singing and dancing, celebrating with laughter and excitement. Ruhani sat down, her hands ready for the intricate designs, but her mind was still on Aryansh.
As the artist began applying the Mehndi, Ruhani felt a slight itch on her hand. At first, she brushed it off, thinking it was normal. But the discomfort grew, and soon it felt like her skin was burning. Her breath hitched as the pain intensified.
Suddenly, she cried out, her voice filled with panic. Everyone stopped, their attention snapping to her.
"Ruhani! What happened?" Aryansh’s mother rushed toward her, alarm in her voice.
Ruhani’s hands had turned bright red, the skin inflamed and angry. "Baauji... my hands are burning!" she whimpered through tears, her voice breaking.
Her father’s face turned pale as he looked at her hands, his eyes wide with shock. “We need to do something—quick!”
Ruhani rushed to the sink, desperate to cool her burning skin, but as the cold water touched her hands, the pain only worsened. She screamed again, tears streaming down her face as the skin on her hands began to peel away, exposing raw flesh.
