Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
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Beneath the veil, secrets unravel. On my wedding day, shadows of the past threaten the light of tomorrow.
Today should have been perfect. The grand halls were decorated with every imaginable flower, each corner gleaming with gold, a testament to the magnificence of the Rathore and Sharma legacy. It was my wedding day, a day that should be filled with nothing but joy, excitement, and a little nervousness.
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But last night's parcel changed everything.
After I'd showered, I found myself staring at those photos, each one more shocking than the last. My father, Suresh Sharma Whereas Shikhar Singh Rathore, Adhiraj's father was together in what looked like a small, dingy room. Details were mentioned in the photo.
In one photo, Shikhar papa was bound to a chair, his eyes weary yet defiant, as if he hadn't lost an ounce of his will despite the state he was in. Another photo showed him from years ago, standing next to my father with what looked like camaraderie. But if this was some history they shared, how could my father...kidnap him? And even worse, is this really my father's doing? Or a calculated move by Devraj, just in time to ruin today?
My stomach twisted, and fear clawed at my heart as I clutched the photograph, its edges wrinkling under my grip. How could my father do this? And why now, when I'm about to marry Adhiraj? There was no answer, only the silence of the empty room and the racing of my own heart.
I needed Adhiraj. Only he could make sense of this madness. I had tried reaching him last night, but he was out of reach, lost in the bachelor party Tanishk and Yuvan had thrown. This morning, I tried again, hoping for even a single moment to explain myself. But he still hadn't picked up, and no one else was answering either. I can't share this anyone, but only Adhiraj. I know he would understand me.
My hands felt icy against the cool surface of my phone. With every unanswered call, my anxiety grew.
My attendants arrived, bustling with brushes and jewels, filling the room with cheerful chatter. They didn't notice the way my hands trembled, my grip tightening around the photograph before I quickly stashed it away.
