"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles.
"Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again...
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If someone gives an award for being the rudest person and blaming hormones for those illogical acts then Shivya would definitely win the award.
Vedant was trying to behave nicely with her but what Shivya did, she just shouted at him and then slept while crying like a kid. C'mon Shivya Pathak, grows up at least not by height then by brain.
He supported her in front of his family and she didn't thank him, by the way she could manage to have a debate with his family by herself too and she would make them agree with her. So his support was unnecessary .
Bitch would prefer to die instead of using that five letter word which is S-O-R-R-Y
She knows she couldn't accept her mistake and apologize for it even though she knows she is wrong but still she would try to prove she is right till the end of the argument.
Ok it has been approx a week and now she's feeling a little guilty for shouting at him without any reason. She hasn't seen him more than twice in the last week.
"Bhabhi, bhabhi," she exclaimed, turning her head to see Shaurya rushing toward her, his movements akin to a bullet train.
"Are you here?" he panted, trying to catch his breath. With a playful roll of his eyes, he retorted, "No, I'm in Japan."
Ignoring her sarcastic remark, Shaurya casually slung his arm around her shoulder, as if they were long-lost friends reunited after years apart.
"Listen to me," he insisted, leading her toward the garden. Just then, a cacophony of voices reached their ears, piquing their curiosity.
"What was that sound?" Shivya asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. Shaurya shook his head, signaling her to remain quiet.
They crept closer, hiding behind a pillar, their eyes widening at the scene unfolding before them.
A group of men sat on the ground, while others stood around them, their expressions tense. In the center, Vedant sat confidently in a chair, his legs crossed, exuding an air of authority.
"Maalik, I did not know that his son came to trap my daughter on the pretext of helping me," one man in a white dhoti kurta exclaimed, his voice laced with anger.
The other man, similarly dressed but with a prominent mustache, shot back, "My son was not at fault; his daughter trapped him."
Shivya raised an eyebrow, muttering under her breath "Insaan hai ya machhli?" But she quickly clamped a hand over her mouth, her heart racing as she caught sight of Vedant's piercing gaze shifting in their direction.
(Are they human or fish)
"Bhabhi, keep your voice low; otherwise, Bhaiya will find us, and we are dead," Shaurya whispered urgently, his eyes wide with concern.
The tension in the air was thick, and Shivya could feel her heart racing, each beat echoing the unease that enveloped them.
The dim light of the room casts long shadows, enhancing the feeling of dread that seemed to hang over them like a heavy blanket.
