After Advait left Samaira heartbroken on the day that was supposed to be the happiest of her life-their wedding day-her world shatters. Picking up the pieces, she barely manages to rebuild herself when her family insists she marry Aarav, a successfu...
I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I watched Samaira disappear through the doors of her parents’ house. She didn’t look back. Not even once. Her parting words echoed in my head like a taunt, “Now that’s what I call getting trapped in your own move.”
Damn her.
I hated how she had taken advantage of the situation. Bringing my mother into this was a gamble I had made to keep her in line, but Samaira had used it against me. My mother’s unwavering love for her—one that had only grown since they’d reunited—was something I had counted on. But I hadn’t anticipated this move.
A part of me seethed at the thought of her slipping away, even temporarily. Another part—one I didn’t want to acknowledge—felt... impressed. Samaira wasn’t just the soft-hearted girl I once knew. She was clever, sharper than I gave her credit for.
Still, I couldn’t let her win. This wasn’t the end of the game. I had plans. And if she thought she could outmaneuver me, she was sorely mistaken.
The truth was, I wasn’t just angry. I was also cautious. Samaira was back in her element now, surrounded by her family. She might get too comfortable, too bold. But for now, I would let her bask in her small victory. Let her think she’d outplayed me.
Game on, Mrs. Advait Singh Shekhawat.
Samaira’s POV
As the door to my parents’ house opened, I felt a rush of emotions flood through me. Excitement, relief, and a sense of triumph. I was home.
The familiar scent of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, wrapping me in a cocoon of comfort. My mother stood there, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw me. “Samaira!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a tight embrace.
I hugged her back, burying my face in her shoulder. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe. This house wasn’t just bricks and mortar—it was my sanctuary.
“Samaira, my girl, how are you?” Papa’s voice boomed from the living room as he walked over.
“I’m fine, Papa,” I said, smiling at him.
But I could see the question in his eyes. They were all wondering the same thing: how had I managed to come back?
It was my younger brother who finally asked, “Didi, how did you escape that monster?”
I laughed softly at his dramatic tone. “I didn’t escape,” I said, taking a step back to look at them all. “Advait dropped me off himself.”
For a moment, there was silence. My family exchanged stunned glances, disbelief evident on their faces.
“He... dropped you here?” Mama asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
I nodded, a mischievous smile tugging at my lips. “Yes. His mother insisted on the pagfera ritual. He had no choice but to bring me back.”
They wanted to ask more questions—I could see it in their eyes—but for now, they held back. Instead, they pulled me into their warmth, showering me with the affection I’d been craving.
For the next few hours, we laughed, talked, and shared stories like old times. But deep inside, I couldn’t forget the look on Advait’s face when I stepped out of his car. The mix of anger and something else—something that looked suspiciously like guilt.
That night, as I sat in my old room, I couldn’t help but think about the move I’d made. For once, I felt like I had control. Advait’s plan to trap me had backfired spectacularly.
But I knew this wasn’t over. The game was just beginning.
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