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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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“Saddi sachi mohabbat kachi rah gayi....”
She entered the hall , my heart ached. Everything around me faded away; it was just her, beautiful yet distant, like a dream slipping through my fingers. I clenched my fists, trying to control the pain tearing me apart inside.
“She’s really here... about to marry my brother,” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible. A burning sensation ignited in my chest, as if my heart was being ripped apart piece by piece. I wanted to scream, to tell everyone to stop, but my feet felt glued to the ground.
When Aryansh reached out and held Ruhani’s hand for the pheras, my entire body stiffened. My hands balled into fists, nails digging into my palms. “How can he touch her like that?” I thought, tears were threatening to spill from my stinging eyes.
I watched her circle the sacred fire, each step pulling her further away from me. My throat tightened, suffocating under the weight of my emotions.
“I can’t watch this,” I muttered, my voice breaking, but I couldn’t look away. Every moment was a knife stabbing at my heart, over and over again. I wanted to shout, to pull her away, but I stood frozen, helpless.
“Ab mangalsutra pahnaye.” The priest announced. And she looks in my eyes. Aryansh was about to put it around Ruhani’s neck when it slipped from his hands.
For a split second, my heart leaped, almost hoping for a miracle. Without thinking, my hand shot out, catching the mangalsutra before it hit the ground. Our eyes locked, and time seemed to freeze.
“Grab her hand and run from here..” my mind is screaming this. But I can't. I can't do anything. She didn't even remember me properly.
Why ? Why?
“Why is fate so cruel?” I thought, trembling as I held the sacred thread. At that moment, I saw confusion and pain in her eyes, feelings pouring out that I couldn’t express.
I handed the mangalsutra back to Aryansh, my hand brushing against his. It felt like my soul was being crushed under the weight of my actions. “I’m helping him marry her... I’m losing her forever,” I thought, tears welling in my eyes.
As Aryansh put the mangalsutra around her neck, my heart shattered. I looked down, desperate to hide the tears streaming down my face. “This is it... she’s gone,” I thought, my chest heaving with silent sobs.
Wo ab kisi or ki ho gayi.
I stepped back, my body trembling, my heart screaming in agony. “Why does it hurt so much?” I whispered to myself, barely holding back the sob threatening to escape.
