"Di, I don't want to marry him,in fact, I don't love him"
"Var vadhu ki maang sindhur se bhar de"
"You will not say anything to him, do whatever he will say"
"Leave that Abheer, and marry me"
"No way, I'm already married with Abheer"
"
...
Niyati was puzzled, wondering what kind of story Anaya had spun that made everyone turn a blind eye to Naina. The hurt in her heart was palpable; her sister, who had always been her rock, had raised her hand against her today.
"What are you doing, Naina? What are you doing? Tell me!" Niyati pleaded, shaking her gently by the shoulders, desperation creeping into her voice.
Naina met her gaze, tears streaming down her cheeks. "What do you mean? What can I do? I have nothing left-my husband, my sister, my family. I feel so empty. I want to die. I don't want to live like this anymore. It's suffocating; I can't breathe."
Niyati cupped Naina's cheek, her heart aching for her sister. "No, you have to fight! You need to live and prove Anaya wrong. She wants Abheer, yes, but more than that, she craves to see you broken, crying, begging for mercy. Don't give her that satisfaction! You have to rise up and show everyone who you really are. What she thinks of you is completely wrong. You still have a chance to turn this around. You can get back Abheer, your sister, and your family. Promise me, Naina, you won't cry anymore. Come back stronger, with a fire in your spirit. Show them all that you can stand tall, that you can thrive on your own, without anyone's support or love. Promise me, Naina!"
She said while extending her hand in front of Naina, who hesitated for a moment before meeting her gaze. Naina took a deep breath, nodded, and wiped her tears away. "You're right," she said, her voice steady. "I can't let her win. I haven't lost yet. I have to show everyone that I'm stronger than they think. I can live alone if I have to. If anyone needs someone, it's Abheer. He'll regret throwing me out of his house. He'll regret every word he said to me. Everyone will regret what they've done to me. And Maahi? She'll regret it too. I helped her get her Dhruv, but she didn't even try to trust me. But now, I refuse to cry. I'm going to show them a new Naina-a girl who values her own life above all else. A girl who can stand tall without anyone's support, love, or care."
With a newfound determination, she stood up from her seat and strode to the vanity. She faced her reflection, taking in her tear-streaked face. Slowly, she touched her cheeks, feeling the remnants of her sorrow. She wiped her face with a wet tissue and applied a glossy lip color, transforming her look. Her eyes fell on the mangalsutra she wore, and she reached out to touch it. Closing her eyes, she tried to remove it, but it wouldn't budge. With a sigh, she decided to keep it on, a symbol of her past and a reminder of her strength. Today was the day she would rise anew, ready to face the world with a fierce resolve.
Then she glanced at the vermillion adorning her hair partition, a vibrant reminder of her past. She reached for it, her fingers hovering for a moment, but ultimately, she decided against removing it. Instead, she gathered her hair into a sleek ponytail, a bold statement of her resolve, and turned to Niyati with a fierce new look. She wore her old clothes, the ones that echoed memories of freedom before her wedding, bringing back a sense of her former self. Her hair was pulled back, no longer cascading down her shoulders like it did every day, but this change felt empowering. It signified her rebirth, a girl ready to reclaim her identity and face the world anew.
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