"But it was not my fault," she sobbed, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her face. She couldn't believe that one mistake, one misfortune that wasn't truly hers, would become the reason for their separation. The weight of his words crushed h...
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"To all the girls who've been broken in their past and still hold onto hope for a chance at love through arranged marriage."
Author's POV:
Let me take you into the life of Priya Mathur, a middle-class girl whose dreams were shattered at every turn. After completing her 12th grade and first year of college, her life took a drastic turn. As the adage goes, 'every girl must marry,' and priya's family arranged her union with Krithik Rajawat, the self-made CEO of the Rajawat Empires.
Priya yearned to stay in her comfort zone, where she grew up, but fate had other plans. As the youngest daughter, she was expected to conform to societal norms. People often say the youngest child receives all the love, but no one speaks about the trauma they endure.
On her wedding day, the house was adorned with flowers, lights, diyas, and rangoli. Priya stood ready in her pink lehenga and jewelry, her angelic makeup a stark contrast to her inner turmoil. The makeup artist departed, leaving priya feeling sad yet tearless. She had cried herself dry, exhausted from mourning the life she couldn't change. Her eyes, once brimming with hope, now felt empty, a reflection of her shattered dreams.
Priya's pov :
I've never been a troublesome child or a bad omen for my family. They know it, yet they're rushing me into marriage. I'm not naive; I understand why. It's all because of my elder sister, Monika - the middle child and bane of my existence. Her presence has always been a toxic shadow looming over me.
Since Abhinav left, I've been broken. The shards of my shattered heart still pierce me. My family didn't offer a shoulder to cry on; instead, they rubbed salt in my wounds. Their silence was deafening, their indifference a dagger to my soul. I've moved on from him, but the pain lingers, a constant reminder of love's betrayal.
Marriage? The very thought sends shivers down my spine. I never envisioned it with a stranger. Someone who doesn't know me, my quirks, or my dreams. Someone who won't understand why pink is my solace or why I find solace in writing. My marriage isn't like those romantic Wattpad tales I've written and read. It's stark reality - cold, unforgiving, and loveless.
Five months ago, Monika dii hurled hurtful words: "You'll commit any sin if you don't get married." Her venomous tone still echoes in my mind.
Papa and Mummy sided with her, shattering me. Their words - 'You need to get married to settle down' - still haunt me. They decreed that I'd complete my final two years of college at my in-laws' house. The Rajawats agreed, sealing my fate.
I feel suffocated, trapped in a life I didn't choose. My dreams of becoming an English teacher, of making a difference, are fading away. Krithik Rajawat, the CEO of Rajawat Empires, is now my fate. A man I've never met, yet I'm expected to call him husband. The thought sends butterflies in my stomach, not of excitement but of dread. What about my aspirations? My passion for writing? Will I be allowed to pursue them? Or will I be confined to the four walls of my new home, expected to be a dutiful wife and daughter-in-law? The uncertainty is crippling.
