His eyes were neither too dark nor too light, a shade where solace resides-the kind that could both ignite you like fire and freeze you like ice, evoking feelings you've never experienced before.
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*IF*
What a word, isn't...
"Amid all the lies, Darling, we forgot that love was never the lie."
—VerDant MeNon!
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"Chachu, BEHAVE! Bhaiya hai woh mere!"
Bhaiya—In her 24 years of existence, she had never known she had a brother. But on the 30th day of her marriage, the truth hit her like a storm, pulling her into the murky world of politics her father had shielded her from all her life.
That night was the end of her fairytale. Every dream she had ever woven shattered like fragile glass, and she came face to face with the bitter reality that life was not a bed of roses but a path of thorns, one that made you bleed with every step you took.
Flashback Begins—
It was past midnight, and Devika stood on the terrace, her once glowing face now pale, the streaks of dried tears replacing the blush she had applied with so much joy just a few hours earlier.
Draped in a green saree, adorned with vermillion, green bangles, and a brown bindi, she had dressed herself as a bride tonight, her heart brimming with excitement. It was her 30th day of marriage, and she had decided to take the next step, to consummate the relationship she had pinned so many hopes on.
But the happiness she had so carefully nurtured came crashing down. Her husband hadn’t come home. Her mother-in-law was away at a relative’s wedding. She had gone to check on her father-in-law, hoping to distract herself, only to uncover the dark secrets they had all been hiding from her.
Now, she stood on the terrace, suffocated by the weight of betrayal. One by one, she began removing her green bangles, their shattering sound echoing in the still night as they hit the ground. Her hands trembled as they went to her neatly tied bun, freeing her hair from its hold. She gripped the railing tightly, her green saree fluttering in the wind as though it, too, wanted to escape this moment.
"I have a brother," she muttered to herself, still struggling to digest the revelation. Her father-in-law, in a drunken slip, had accidentally revealed the truth.
With a bitter chuckle, she added, "And my so-called father-in-law wants to kill him."
All these days, she had prayed for her father-in-law’s well-being, believing he was a sick and frail old man. But now she knew the truth—Kalesh Chawla was a manipulative man who had blackmailed her father into marrying her off to his son under the pretense of ill health.
In reality, he was a robust, scheming man who spent his nights drinking and plotting how to secure his son’s place as the next Chief Minister of Indore.
"Kalesh Chawla," she vowed, her voice cold and determined, "I will make sure your son doesn’t even touch the Chief Minister’s chair. Forget holding it."
