Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh (Completed)

Chapter 99 Marriage

Khushi's anger erupted like a storm, her fury palpable as she wreaked havoc in the room. The delicate decor was scattered, the once neat and orderly space now a chaotic mess. Her movements were frantic, driven by a deep sense of betrayal and heartbreak. The sight of her own reflection in the shattered mirror only fueled her rage; she was a mirror image of Maya's bitterness, caught in the same destructive cycle.

"Dost aap bahut buri ho! Aapne mere dadda ko chenn liya mujhse!" she screamed, her voice cracking with raw emotion. The words were a desperate cry for recognition and justice, her anguish spilling out uncontrollably. She collapsed onto the floor, her body shaking with sobs as she mourned the loss of her father's affection.

Maya, seizing the opportunity, approached her daughter with a calculated calmness. She sank down beside Khushi, her movements tender but insincere. As Khushi clung to her, seeking solace, Maya's embrace was cold and manipulative. She stroked Khushi's hair, her touch meant to soothe but primarily intended to control.

"Bas beta, rote nahi hai. Aansu insaan ko kamzor bante hai, aur tum Maya ki beti ho, aise nahi rote," Maya said softly, her voice a blend of feigned sympathy and calculated reassurance. Her words were laced with a dangerous mix of comfort and command, designed to mold Khushi's emotions to her advantage.

Khushi looked up at her mother, her eyes swollen and red, her voice a whisper of desperation. "Toh kya karun main Maa? Dadda ne ek baar bhi nahi kaha Khushi, dadda loves you! Unke liye dost mujhse zyada important ho gayi," she lamented, feeling utterly forsaken by the father she had once adored. The emotional rift between them was like a chasm that seemed insurmountable.

Maya's gaze hardened with resolve. "Khushi, jab apna haq na mile toh use chenna padta hai," she advised, her tone dripping with a dangerous resolve. Her words were meant to manipulate Khushi into action, framing the situation as a battle to be fought and won.

Khushi, still reeling from the pain, turned her tear-streaked face towards Maya. "Matlab?" she asked, her voice barely audible, but tinged with the spark of a new determination.

Maya wiped away Khushi's tears with practiced ease, her touch deceptively gentle. "Matlab! Shaadi attend karo aur batao sabko kaise Manvi ne tumhare dadda ko tumse door kar diya. Tumhare dadda khud yeh shaadi nahi karenge... emotionally blackmail karo unhe," she instructed, her voice filled with a dark promise of victory. Her plan was to turn Khushi's hurt into a weapon, to manipulate the situation to her advantage.

Khushi's face, still flushed with anger and betrayal, began to harden with resolve. She hugged Maya tightly, her emotions swirling between grief and a newfound purpose. "Maa, aap sahi kah rahi ho! Ab dekhna kaise dadda ko main aapke aur apne paas wapas laati hun," she vowed, her voice resolute despite the tears that still glistened in her eyes.

Maya's smile was one of satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with the knowledge that her plan was working. "I am waiting," she said, her tone dripping with anticipation and malevolence.

As Khushi rose and left the house, her steps were purposeful, her mind racing with the task ahead. Maya's laughter followed her out, a cruel sound that echoed through the empty room. "Silly girl!" Maya muttered to herself, the words laced with scorn as she reveled in the success of her manipulation. Her plan was in motion, and she was prepared to watch it unfold with cold, calculated glee.

Manvi drove home with a heavy heart, her thoughts a swirl of emotions. The once joyous anticipation of her wedding day had turned into a nightmarish ordeal for both her and Aarav. She stole glances at him, noting his despondent silence and the deep lines of distress etched across his face. The man who had been her pillar of strength now appeared as though he had been ravaged by a storm.