The hall, once alive with laughter and joy, now stood wrapped in a suffocating silence.
It was the kind of silence that pressed against the chest. The kind that made breathing feel like a punishment.
Samaira’s trembling fingers clutched the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled under her grip. The ink blurred as tears spilled from her eyes, but she didn’t wipe them. She couldn’t.
Her entire world was tilting.
“Why?” she demanded, her voice trembling, yet echoing through the hall like a crack in glass. “Why are you doing this? You love me, don’t you? Or was all of that a lie too? Was it a mistake?”
Advait stood tall, immaculate, untouchable. Not a flicker of doubt in his eyes. Not a trace of guilt.
His lips curved slowly.
“Love you?” he repeated softly — dangerously softly. “Samaira… I don’t make mistakes. Whatever I do is calculated. And whatever I do… is exactly what you deserve.”
The words hit her harder than a slap.
She blinked. Once. Twice.
Then suddenly—
She laughed.
A soft, broken laugh that didn’t belong in that room.
Everyone froze.
She looked at him, eyes wide, hopeful in a way that made the moment unbearable.
“Bas karo, Advait…” she said, forcing a shaky smile. “This is a joke, right? Tum mazak kar rahe ho na? Please… bol do ki yeh sab drama hai. Bas ho gaya. Mujhe dar lag raha hai ab”
Her voice cracked on the last sentence.
For a second — just one second — something flickered in his eyes.
Then it died.
“This,” he said evenly, “is just the beginning.”
The smile fell from her face.
“Beginning?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he continued, stepping closer. “You think this is the end? You have no idea what I have stored for you. Slowly, Samaira… I will take everything from you. Your name. Your dignity. Your confidence. Your peace.”
His voice lowered, venomous.
“Jis tarah tumhari family ne mujhse mera sab kuch cheen liya, theek usi tareeke se”
Her breath stuttered.
“ You still have the audacity to say this? After everything you’ve done to me— after the way you forcefully married me—”
The collective gasp shook the air.
Pramita’s hands flew to her mouth.
Kartik’s wineglass slipped from his fingers, shattering against the marble floor.
Aryan straightened. “Forcefully married? What is bhabhi talking about, bhai?”
Mahendra’s voice trembled with disbelief. “Advait… is this true?”
But Advait didn’t look at them.
His eyes were locked on Samaira.
“Forcefully?” he mocked. “You walked into that mandap on your own feet.”
“You blackmailed me!” she cried. “You threatened my family and guests! You manipulated everything! You freaking pointed a gun at me!! You said if I didn't marry you, you will kill everyone”
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Romance**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...
