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"When fate brings them together in the most unexpected way, Aarohi and Dhruv find themselves trapped in a marriage neither wanted. From bitter misunderstandings to heart-wrenching conflicts, they are both torn between their own...
"Ek vaari deedar ko tere Lakh vaari main kat jaaniyan Ni aaj mera jee karda Marjaaniyan ni aaj mera jee karda." _
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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗹𝘆.
I woke up to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through my curtains, but instead of the usual comfort they brought, my chest tightened with dread. For a brief moment, I had forgotten everything-the forced marriage, that girl's threats, the dangerous man I was supposed to marry. But reality crashed down on me the second I spotted the envelope lying on my bedside table.
Sitting up slowly, I felt my body heavy with exhaustion and fear. The house was quiet, with only the faint sounds of my father and brother moving around downstairs. For them, it was just another day. For me, it was the beginning of a nightmare.
I ran my fingers through my tangled hair, trying to steady my breathing. I couldn't think of what lay ahead without feeling like the ground was slipping beneath my feet. Today, my life will change forever. I wasn't even sure if I'd still be myself by the end of it.
My phone buzzed on the table, jolting me out of my thoughts. I reached for it, expecting a message from Aditi or a work notification, but my heart sank when I saw it was an unknown number. My hand trembled as I opened the message.
"𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁. 9 𝗣𝗠. 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴."
It had to be that girl. A stark reminder that I was still under her control, that any attempt to escape would mean danger for my family. My stomach twisted, the reality of my situation feeling more suffocating than ever.
I glanced at the clock-there were only a few hours left. There was no way out.
Taking a deep breath, I stood up and moved to the wardrobe, pulling out a simple, pale pink saree-something that didn't scream celebration but was still formal enough for a wedding. My hands shook as I draped it over me, the weight of the fabric adding to the heaviness in my heart.
I caught my reflection in the mirror and almost didn't recognize myself. My eyes, usually so full of life, looked dull and tired. My soft-hearted nature, my kindness-everything that made me who I was-felt like it was being stripped away by the chains of this forced marriage.
As I pinned the saree in place, my phone rang again, the sound cutting through the silence of the room. This time, it was Aditi. I hesitated, my heart aching. I couldn't talk to my best friend without feeling the sting of the secret I was forced to keep.
But I answered, trying my best to sound normal. "𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼?"
"𝗔𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗵𝗶! 𝗧𝘂𝗺 𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗮 𝗵𝗼?" Aditi's voice was cheerful, unaware of the storm brewing in my life! "𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗸𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗸𝗮𝗿 𝗿𝗮𝗵𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶 , 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆?"
