Pyar ek zaher hai aayara, aur ye kambakhat ishq , ek din zaan le lega ye meri .
kabhi naa kabhi to mujhe pta chalega ki tumhari aankhein aur tumhari baatein ek dusre se alag kyu hai.. aur tab tak.. sabr .. aur pyar .. pyar sikhaungi tumhe aur sabr...
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As the newlyweds, Arjun and Aayara, received blessings from the elders, the atmosphere was a mix of celebration and tension. Guests congratulated them, but Aayara couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness without her parents present.
Meera and Mehak beamed with pride, showering the couple with compliments. Arjun basked in the attention, his confidence radiating, while Aayara’s smile felt strained.
In the corner, Rudra watched with clenched fists, unable to mask his frustration. He felt a storm brewing inside him, torn between loyalty to his family and his feelings for Aayara.
As they turned to greet their friends, the festivities continued, but Aayara's heart felt heavy, knowing her family's absence cast a shadow over what should have been a joyous occasion.
Meera came to AAYARA.. her face masked with a fake happiness..." Meri pyaari bahu ... " She said smirking , giving some cash on her palms as blessings .
Aayara forced a smile, feeling the weight of the cash in her hands. "Thank you, Aunty Meera," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Meera’s eyes glinted with satisfaction. "Remember, Aayara, it's important to know your place in this family," she said, her tone dripping with condescension. "You have a lot to learn."
Aayara nodded, her heart sinking as she felt the pressure of expectations bearing down on her. As Meera walked away, the fake smile lingering on her face, Aayara couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of the challenges she would face in her new life.
Meera approached Rudra and Dia with a beaming smile, masking her true feelings. "My dear Rudra, I’m so glad to see you and Dia together," she said, her voice sweetened with false warmth. "You both make a lovely couple."
Rudra's expression remained stoic, barely concealing his frustration. He glanced at Dia, who was trying to muster enthusiasm but could sense his lack of interest.
"Thank you, Aunty Meera," Dia replied, forcing a smile. "I hope we can make you proud."
Meera's smile widened, satisfied with Dia's eagerness. "Of course, dear! Just remember, family comes first. You both have a lot to uphold in this household," she said, subtly reminding them of their roles.
As Meera walked away, Rudra sighed, feeling trapped in a situation he never wanted. He looked at Dia, whose eyes held a flicker of hope, and wondered if she understood the weight of the expectations placed upon them.
Arjun surveyed the room, his expression growing bored as the festivities continued around him. Suddenly, he caught sight of Aayara, standing off to the side, her eyes filled with uncertainty. With a mischievous smirk, he strode over to her, lifted her into his arms in a bridal style, and swept her away from the crowd.
Aayara gasped, startled but unable to suppress a smile at his boldness. "Arjun, what are you doing?" she exclaimed, half-embarrassed, half-thrilled.
He leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing. "Just giving you a moment away from all the prying eyes. Besides, I think we deserve a little fun after this circus," he said, glancing back at the ongoing celebration.
As he carried her away, Aayara felt a mix of exhilaration and apprehension, realizing she was now at the mercy of this man who seemed to revel in his control.
Arjun smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Wedding night, you forgot? Wifey?" he teased, his tone playful yet laden with something deeper.
Aayara's heart raced at the reminder, her cheeks flushing. "This isn't how I imagined it," she stammered, trying to regain her composure.
He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Neither did I, but we can make the most of it. Just think of the possibilities," he murmured, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Her pulse quickened as she met his gaze, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within her. She knew this was just the beginning of a whirlwind she wasn't sure she was ready for.
Arjun scanned the crowd, a confident smirk on his face. "I hope you all have your wishes ready, but my wife is tired, so enjoy on your own. We’ll take our leave," he announced, his voice echoing through the hall.
The guests cheered and clapped, some exchanging knowing glances, while others whispered excitedly about the newlyweds. Aayara felt a mix of anxiety and exhilaration wash over her as Arjun gently tugged her away from the festivities, his grip possessive yet reassuring.
As they made their way through the crowd, she couldn’t help but notice the contrasting emotions on Rudra’s face across the room—hurt, anger, and something else she couldn’t quite decipher. She turned her gaze back to Arjun, her heart racing with the uncertainty of what awaited them behind closed doors.
Rudra clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides as he watched Arjun whisk Aayara away. The sight of them together twisted something deep inside him, igniting a storm of conflicting emotions. Anger coursed through him, mixed with a deep sense of loss. He had tried to suppress his feelings, but seeing Aayara with his brother was a reminder of everything he couldn’t have.
As Arjun and Aayara disappeared into the mansion, Rudra felt an overwhelming urge to confront them, to reclaim what he believed should have been his. But he knew he couldn’t. Not without risking everything. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, but the bitter taste of betrayal lingered in his mouth.
Dia hurried after Rudra, her heart racing as she sensed his agitation. "Rudra, wait!" she called, trying to catch up to him.
He turned sharply, his eyes blazing. "What do you want, Dia? Can't you see I'm not in the mood for this?"
Dia's brows furrowed in concern. "I just wanted to check on you. I know this is a lot to handle."
Rudra scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Handle? It's impossible to handle when you realize you’re marrying someone who’s in love with your brother."
Dia took a step closer, her voice softening. "Rudra, it doesn’t have to be this way. We can figure this out together."
He shook his head, frustration boiling over. "Figure what out? That I’m stuck in a marriage I never wanted? You’re not the one I love!"
Dia flinched at his words, but she quickly steadied herself. "I know you’re hurting, but pushing me away won’t change anything. Let me help you."
Rudra looked away, torn between his anger and her sincerity. The tension hung heavy in the air as he wrestled with his emotions.
