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"Accha to lag raha hai na?" Priya asked again, unsure, moving her hands through the long pink gown she was wearing.
"Accha?? Di, you are looking gorgeous! Jiju na flat hone wale hain," Ritika squealed, looking at her sister through the phone screen.
"Chup kar yaar, main already itni nervous hoon aur tu upar se," Priya scolded, scrunching her face to hide the little red that crept up her cheeks.
"Sachi, bahut pyaare lag rahe ho, trust me. Aur aap kab se looks ki itni tension lene lage?" Ritika tried to calm her sister down, who had been freaking out for the last six hours.
"Looks ki nahi, but wahan Mr. Kapoor ki bachelor party mein main kya karungi, Twinkle bhi nahi aa rahi, tu bhi ghar pe nahi hai," Priya spoke, walking towards the bed with her phone in hand.
"Ohh, to aap mujhe miss karoge ", Ritika tried to tease, but one look at her sister made her drop it immediately. "Wahan pe Alekha di, Sona bhi toh honge... aur waise bhi Ram jiju gives good company."
"Tch yaar... kahan fas gayi main..." Priya stopped when she heard someone calling for Ritika on the other side of the phone.
"Bye di, the director is calling for me," she said, "and you are looking very pretty, chae to mumma se puch lo ", with that, the screen went blank.
Looking at her reflection in the black screen, Priya kept the phone aside, her open hair, bright lipstick, blush, heavy earrings, and eyeliner were all looking like too much for her liking, but having no idea about the number of people attending the party, she had to.
"Mr. Kapoor se phone karke puch bhi nahi sakti," she sighed, remembering the instructions.
6 hours back;
Priya had just wound up her OPD, picking up her phone, she saw two missed calls from an unknown number and three from Sona's.
"Itne calls," she thought, feeling apprehensive as she dialed back.
"Hi bhabhi, Sona here," the chirping voice came from the other side, making her relieved of overthinking.
"Hello Priya... bhabhi," came the second voice, which she couldn't identify. "Shreya."
"Hello," she greeted back, uncertain about what was coming next.
"We have planned a coed bachelor party for you and Ram bhai, so aaj raat ko aap aur aapke friends ko Sapphire's mai aana hai," Sona announced. "Sorry, aapke friends ka number nahi tha."
"Itni jaldi kaise...?" Priya stated worriedly.
"Aaj subah hi plan bana, please bhabhiii," and Priya couldn't deny her pleading.
"Oo... okay, but theme kya hai?" she gave in.
"Koi theme nahi hai, kuch bhi pehen lo, bas Ram bhai ko kuch mat bataiyega, unko coed party ka koi idea nahi hai. Aap aayengi tab surprise denge," it was Shreya this time.
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Priya took a deep breath, steeling herself with a quiet pep talk: "Priya, it will be okay. Mr. Kapoor to honge hi".
She pushed open the door and stepped into the hall, immediately enveloped in a cacophony of loud music and flashing lights.
As she scanned the crowd, her eyes locked onto a familiar face—Rishabh, Ram's cousin, standing at the other end. But as she began to make her way toward him, her gaze drifted to the left, and her feet faltered.
"Mr. Kapoor," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the music. Her stomach twisted into knots as she took in the scene before her: Ram, the man she was getting married to within a week, dancing on a table, surrounded by strippers, a wine bottle dangling from his hand.
The hall seemed to spin around her as she stood there, frozen in shock. The music, the lights, and the laughter all blended into a chaotic blur, and all she could focus on was Ram's debauched behavior. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her.
' How could he do this?'
' How can her judgment of him be so wrong? '
' That respect, behavior—everything was a facade? ' Priya's mind reeled as she struggled to process the scene before her.
She needed answers right in that moment.
Priya's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing through the chaos as she took a step towards Ram. But before she could reach him, he stumbled down from the table, his legs faltering beneath him. The men around him rushed to his aid, holding him upright as he swayed precariously.
A wave of disgust washed over Priya, her stomach churning with revulsion. She had seen enough. The facade, the pretense, the lies – it all crumbled before her eyes. She didn't need to hear his excuses or justifications. She was done.
With a clenched jaw, Priya turned away from the spectacle, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked away from the scene.
As Priya reached for the door handle, Shardul's voice echoed from behind, "Priya... Priya rukiye!" He quickened his pace, catching up to her.
"Shardul, I think I've seen enough," she stated firmly, her voice unwavering as she left the hall.
Shardul persisted, following her outside. "Ek minute, meri baat sun lijiye, Ram aisa nahi hai...." But Priya cut him off, her eyes blazing with determination. "Haan, aapke Ram aise nahi hai jaisa maine samjha tha."
She turned back, her glare piercing. "Agar ye coed party surprise nahi hoti, to mujhe to pata hi nahi chalta," she accused.
Shardul tried to intervene again, "Priya, Ram sach mein drink...", but she wouldn't let him finish.
"Aap meri ek help kar denge, please Mr. Kapoor ko jab hosh aa jae to unhe bata dijiyega maine shaadi cancel kar di hai," her voice was resolute. "Mummy, papa, aur aunty se main kal baat kar lungi," she announced her decision.
And with that, Priya turned and stepped into the nearby waiting cab, leaving Shardul calling after her, "Priya! Dr. Priya, please!" But she was already gone, the cab door closing in front of him with a firm thud.
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As the cab navigated through the city streets, Priya's gaze remained fixed outside, her eyes tracing the contours of the buildings and streets. But her mind was elsewhere, reliving the scene she had just witnessed. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision as she struggled to process her emotions.
The heartbreak she felt wasn't because she loved Ram or had envisioned a future with him as her husband. It was something much deeper; she had trusted him to be a decent human being, to possess some basic level of integrity and respect, but he had failed her in that too.
Priya's thoughts swirled with memories of their conversations, his words, and his actions. She had believed him to be genuine, but now it all seemed like a facade. The pain she felt was a result of her shattered trust and her disappointment in his character. He never seemed to be a person who was a drunkard or one who danced around with strippers.
' It's okay, Priya; you got saved from something worse,' she consoled herself.
But the question, "Will she be able to trust any other man again ?" lingered heavily in the air.
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