HIS FORCED WIFE

12 (Engagement)

VANSHIKA'S POV

The sun rose over the bustling city, casting a golden glow over my mansion, where my family is busy arranging the engagement ceremony.

Yes, today is my second day for the worst mistake of my life.

Yesterday the whole day I have managed seeing his face but today I had to hold his hands, even see his face closely.

I had not even thought that I would have to marry this sadistic, heartless, asshole, brainless human.

But things are changing right?

Whatever.

Do I care? No.

I don't care anything, even if it's my marriage.

Because I'm not going to love anyone in my life after that traumas.

I glanced at myself, stood before the mirror.

My hair styled in an elegant braids with flowers giving cherry on top.

I am wearing a stunning peach colour lehenga, intricately embroidered with gold thread, complementing my skin.

My makeup was subtle, accentuating my striking features.

As I slipped on my Louboutin heels, my mother entered the room.

Looking briefly at me, she said

"Vanshu beta, you look breathtaking," Her tears was welling up in her eyes.

"Come on Mom, don't cry." I said to her as I wiped the tear which was going to get down.

"How can I not beta? We have forcefully made you agreed to this marriage." She said

Happy Realisation.

"But you gave me time to decide and I had said yes, so it's not forcefully." I lied straight to her face.

They didn't even gave me time and decided themselves.

And it is Forced Marriage.

My mother's gaze searched mine, as if sensing the lie. "Vanshu, I-"

"Mom, let's not discuss this now," I interrupted, my tone firm but gentle.

"Today's a special day. Let's focus on that."

She nodded, forcing a smile. "You're right, beta. Come, let's go downstairs."

"But before we're going to do Ganesh Puja." She declared and we left.

As we descended, the sound of laughter and music filled the air. My heart sank.

In the lavish hall, Aryan stood tall, dressed in a tailored cream-colored sherwani. Our eyes met, and for an instant, I felt trapped.

His gaze roamed over me, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. I turned away, unwilling to acknowledge it.

First, the Ganesh Puja commenced, seeking the blessings of Lord Ganesha for a smooth and prosperous union.

The priest chanted sacred mantras, and dad offered prayers.

After sometime, the priest said something to Dad and later he came towards us.

As we were standing beside each other, I mean not my decision my mother's decision.

"Beta you both go and do the aarti." Dad said us,

"But dad you all go first, later we will," I protested

"No, it's your marriage sweetheart you both have to do first then only others can do." He said and slightly pushed us.