Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai🍂🏵️🍂

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Nivedita sat in the mandap, her heart racing as she waited for Arun.

The once lively atmosphere filled with music and chatter had grown uncomfortably quiet.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, but there was no sign of the groom.

People were beginning to whisper, and she could feel the weight of every glance on her.

She turned to her younger sister, Tanisha, who sat beside her.

Tanisha noticed Nivedita's fear and nodded. "I'll find him," she whispered and hurried off, her face tight with worry.

Arun's parents, equally alarmed, were trying to reach him on their phones, their faces pale with confusion.

Alok, Nivedita's father, approached them with growing anger.

"Kuch pata chala?" Alok's voice was low, barely masking his frustration.

They shook their heads, helpless. "No," his mother replied softly.

As the minutes passed, Nivedita's heart sank lower.

The whispers among the guests grew louder, turning the once celebratory mood into something cold and tense.

She felt utterly exposed, like a fool sitting alone on the mandap.

Her fingers clenched the edge of her lehenga, trying to hold on to some shred of dignity.

Dhanush, meanwhile, was filled with an inexplicable sadness.

He had felt an undeniable attraction to Nivedita when he first laid eyes on her, even knowing she was the bride.

But now, seeing her on the verge of tears, sitting alone in the mandap, it wasn't just attraction anymore - it was empathy.

His heart ached watching her suffer.

The joy of the event was crumbling, and all he could focus on was her sad, beautiful face.

Tanisha returned, kneeling beside Nivedita. "Di," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Arun jiju kahin nahi mil rahe."

Nivedita's breath hitched, her worst fears creeping into her mind.

She had noticed Arun's strange behavior in the weeks leading up to the wedding.

He had been distant, cold even, but she had brushed it off as stress.

Now, hearing that no one could find him, the puzzle pieces began to fall into place.

Her heart plummeted.

Had she ignored the signs?

Before she could say anything, a murmur spread through the crowd.

Everyone's heads turned toward the entrance.

There, finally, was Arun-but he wasn't alone.

Walking beside him was Shanaya, a colleague of both Arun and Nivedita.

Nivedita's blood ran cold.

Arun approached the mandap with Shanaya at his side, their fingers intertwined.

Nivedita stood up abruptly, her pulse thundering in her ears.

"Kaha thay tum?" she demanded, her voice shaking. "Aur Shanaya tumhare saath kya kar rahi hai?"

Arun met her eyes but showed no guilt, no remorse. "She's my wife," he said simply.

The world seemed to stop.