Genral:
SUNSHINE COUPLE
SECOND MARRIAGE + SINGLE MOTHER
PROFESSOR X STUDENT
ROMANCE + DRAMA AND FUN
Aashvi's life had always been charmed. Born into a family that seemingly had everything, she married her childhood love,
believing in the fairy tale...
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Vraj and Aashvi walked side by side through the sprawling backyard, the golden hues of the setting sun casting a warm glow over the lush greenery around them. The soft evening breeze played with the strands of Aashvi's hair, carrying the sweet scent of blooming jasmine—a scent that was a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her. The world around them seemed at peace, yet inside her, emotions churned like a storm. Her feet dragged as though each step was heavier than the last, not just from the weight of her seven-month pregnancy but from the weight of the future she had been forced into—a marriage she had no say in.
The forced marriage felt like a prison sentence, a decision dictated by her father, Chirag, and supported by her brother, Atharv. Even Vraj, walking a few steps behind her, was powerless to change the outcome. Despite knowing that Vraj meant no harm, that he was a kind man, Aashvi couldn't shake the suffocating feeling of being trapped. The decision wasn't hers, and that fact alone gnawed at her.
Vraj's eyes followed her every move, his gaze soft yet filled with concern. He maintained a respectful distance, understanding the fragility of the moment, the fragility of her. His heart ached for her. He had seen her pain, heard her cries for freedom, and understood the depths of her sorrow. He knew she had been hurt before—betrayed, broken by someone she had once trusted with all her heart. And now, here she was, burdened with the remnants of that betrayal and forced into a future she didn't choose.
They reached an outdoor couch near a flowering tree. Aashvi paused, her hands resting protectively on her swollen belly. She hesitated, staring at the cushioned seat as if unsure whether to sit. Vraj, noticing her weariness, stepped forward but stopped short, unsure if she would even want his help.
