Amay ~ Her Twist of Fate [Book #1 in Her Series]

08| The Marriage

Suman sat on the bed, her veil cascading around her like a delicate shroud, the weight of the day pressing heavily on her heart.

She was no longer single; she was now Suman Shekhawat, the wife of Amay Shekhawat.

The marriage had been simple, just as she had requested, a quiet affair devoid of the grandeur that usually accompanied such events.

Even though Tara had longed for a grand wedding for her son.

Anirudh, and Amay had convinced her and she had reluctantly agreed, her children's happiness taking precedence over her dreams.

After the post-wedding rituals, Tara had lovingly welcomed Suman into the family, her warm smile and kind words doing little to soothe Suman's inner turmoil.

Tara had then gently guided Suman to Amay's room, leaving her alone to grapple with her swirling emotions.

Suman's heart pounded in her chest as she sat there, waiting for Amay, a man she barely knew.

Her thoughts spiraled as she wondered how Amay would react, how he would treat her.

She had only met him twice before, and it seemed impossible to trust someone she knew so little about.

Her mind, however, was merciless, mocking her with cruel thoughts. "You knew Ayush your whole life, and still, he betrayed you," her subconscious sneered, making her suppress the tears that threatened to spill as she thought about Ayush and his new life.

Suman knew it was inappropriate to think about Ayush now, but she was only human, and she couldn't simply erase his presence from her life.

Just then, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching, signaling Amay's arrival.

Her hands instinctively fisted on the bedsheet, her mind conjuring all sorts of scenarios, each one more terrifying than the last.

The footsteps grew closer, and then she felt the gentle touch of Amay lifting her veil.

She looked up, and their eyes met.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still.

Amay was spellbound by her beauty, whispering, "Breathtaking," as he stared at her.

Suman remained silent, her hands still clutching the bedsheet, as she watched him take off the jacket he wore over his white kurta.

Panic surged through her, followed quickly by a wave of anger.

Without thinking, she snapped, "You must be happy, right?" Her voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife.

Amay, caught off guard, turned around and asked, "Huh?"

She glared at him, her eyes burning with anger. "Don't act innocent in front of me. I know why you married me. Just because Ayush rejected me doesn't mean you can take advantage of the opportunity. I'm not going to submit myself to you," she spat, her words dripping with disdain.