Samaira’s POV
“Samaira Advait Shekhawat.”
The name rang through the room like a declaration.
I looked up from the mirror, stunned for half a second—then burst into laughter.
“Misha!” I groaned. “Bas karo, aur kitni baar?”
(Misha enough! How much more times are you gonna say the same thing?)
“But sun ke dekho na,” Misha said dramatically, placing a hand on her chest. “Royal. Powerful. Proper rani vibes. Samaira Shekhawat.”
(But just listen to it once, what a royal, powerful, full queen vibes.)
Kavya clapped from the sofa. “Honestly, yaar, it sounds so right. Jaise tum dono ka naam pehle se hi saath main juda ho. Hehe I know bahot cheesy ho gya.
(Like you two were always meant to be each other's)
“Tum dono bas drama karti ho,” I muttered, but my reflection betrayed me.
(You guys are such drama queens)
I was glowing.
Not the carefully curated glow of makeup and jewellery—but the kind that came from within. My eyes were brighter, my shoulders lighter. The girl in the mirror looked like someone who believed in love without fear.
The room buzzed with life.
Soft music from downstairs floated up, mingling with laughter and chatter. Fairy lights wrapped around the mirror cast a golden hue over everything. Fresh jasmine lay scattered across the dressing table, its scent sweet and intoxicating. My crimson lehenga spread around me like something out of a dream.
A dream I had chosen.
“So,” Kavya leaned forward, smirking, “kal subah uth ke jab tu ‘Mrs. Advait Shekhawat’ hogi… feeling kaisi hogi?”
(So how would you feel tomorrow morning when you finally would be Mrs. Advait Singh Shekhawat?)
My heart skipped.
Mrs. Advait Shekhawat.
I swallowed, suddenly shy. “Pata nahi… strange. Exciting. Thoda sa scary.”
Misha grinned. “Scary kyun? Banda green flag hai, pura ka pura. Good-looking, respectful, obsessed with you—aur kya chahiye?”
(Why scary? The guy legit is a walking green flag. Good looking, handsome, respectful and totally obsessed with you– what even more do you want?)
I smiled softly.
Advait wasn’t perfect. But he was real. He listened. He argued with me. He knew when to push and when to let me be. With him, I didn’t feel like I was auditioning for a role.
“I feel safe,” I said quietly.
The teasing stopped for a moment.
Kavya’s expression softened. “Bas. That’s it. That’s the whole thing.”
Misha sniffed dramatically. “Great, now I am getting emotional. Kaash mujhe bhi koi aisa karne wala mile.
(May this kind of love find me too)
I laughed, wiping at my eyes. “Tum log pagal ho.”
(You guys really are idiots)
“But seriously,” Kavya added, smiling, “not everyone gets this, Sam. Love and choice.”
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Storie d'amore**Her wedding day was supposed to be the start of forever. Instead, it became the day her world collapsed.** Samaira had it all-until Advait, the man she trusted, shattered her dreams on their wedding day. Left standing at the altar, humiliated and...
