The opulent luxurious venue shone with lights radiating a spell in the night's darkness. Decked up in bridal attire a gloomy Kiara walks down the aisle. the dupatta pulled over her face aids in concealing those tears which replenishes her eyes. Daggers strike at the heart when her sight falls on Aryan sitting in the mandap, she instantly covers her shaking hands in her dupatta, lowering her gaze to the glossy floor.
Her steps pause before sitting next to him, she swallows hard standing there numb. Aryan lifts his face looking into her fearful moist eyes visible through that net dupatta.
"Kiara" a whisper jerks her, as Sakshi forcefully pushes her to sit next to him. The mehendi carved on her hands of his name stabs through her gaze, especially his name. The pandit ji asks her to give her hand in his. The mere thought of it causes her to fist the dupatta tightly controlling the trembling, but collecting herself she slowly extends it and before it can brush his hand, he grasps it tightly stretching her fingers which remain out of sight for everyone. The knot is tied and vows are taken, with 7 circumambulations of the sacred fire, but for Kiara, the vows only consisted of revenge which her heart yearned to seize.
The veil is lifted by Sakshi revealing Kiara's beautiful face covered in tears, though he notices those tears but what does he care about them. The vermillion is filled in her maang and the veil drops and he ties the mangalsutra around her neck.
Not a single tear is shed during Kiara's vidaai ceremony. All she carried was a blank face but her fear deepened when she was alone in the car with Aryan. Suddenly the car halts forcing Kiara to look out at the luxurious villa through the net dupatta.
Kiara almost gasped when the door opened and Aryan grabbed her wrist, pulling her out of the car and dragging her until the hall of the villa didn't arrive. On crossing the threshold he hurls her to the floor and locks the door. Her bangles hit the floor and failed to survive breaking into pieces, piercing through the skin ushering the blood out. She instantly turns her face towards him but the eyes she encountered were so different, unrecognizable. They only possess rage and anger in them but the ones she witnessed that night carried viciousness, lust and only desire for her.
"No, it was Aryan " A ensure to herself lowering her eyes instantly on eye contact. He catches her arm, pulling her up in one shot yet her eyes deny looking at him, though tears flow like a river she holds her courage. He yanks away the dupatta exposing her face, and the trembling the fear brought. She squeezes her eyes, her heart racing faster then ever. She almost jumps when he grabs her face lifting it slightly up.
" Welcome to hell Kiara"
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Loveless: The Beginning of Hell
Romance[The Book has been rewritten, there can be changes in the story] Kiara Chauhan, a lively girl full of life, but when single night of horror snatches away everything from her and tosses her into a forced wedding with Aryan Rathod upon whom she blamed...
