The vivid reds in wedding symbols of celebration , Happiness and Joy . But what will happen if the same red colour change into the colour of blood betrayal and the symphony of despair.
Meera sweet little innocent girl end up being the pawn in the d...
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The moment I stepped into the restaurant, my instincts told me something was off. It wasn’t just the usual buzz of conversations or the clinking of cutlery; there was an air of something suspicious. My eyes scanned the crowd, landing on a familiar figure attempting—and failing miserably—to blend in. Meera.
She was tiptoeing toward the exit, her movements exaggeratedly cautious like a character from a bad spy movie. And just as she was about to escape, she stumbled into me.
“Tum yaha kya kar rahi ho?” I asked, my voice sharp and demanding.
Her eyes widened, and she began to stammer, “M-mein? Mein… apko dikh rahi hoon?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Meera,” I said, my tone a warning.
She let out an awkward laugh, her eyes darting around. “Aap mujhe itna yaad karte hai ki mein apko har jagah dikhti hoon. Par mein yaha hoon nahi. Bye!” She turned on her heel, ready to bolt.
“Meera,” I said firmly, my voice dropping an octave. “Stop talking nonsense and tell me the real reason why you’re here.”
She hesitated, biting her lip before blurting out, “Bas… apki yaad aa rahi thi.”
My heart skipped a beat, her words catching me off guard. For a split second, I believed her. But then reality—and my brain—kicked in.
Knowing Meera, this was nothing more than a ridiculous lie. My jaw tightened as anger surged.
“Meera,” I said, my tone ice-cold. “Do I look like a fool to you?”
She tilted her head, considering me for a moment before replying, “Fool ka pata nahi, par khadoos zarur lagte ho.”
My glare must’ve conveyed my rising frustration because she quickly raised her hands in surrender. “Accha, sorry!”
Before I could press further, Aditya appeared, his usual smug grin plastered across his face. “Arey, bhabhi!” he called out, his voice far too cheerful.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Aditya,” I began, but he cut me off.
“Arjun bhai, kya kar rahe ho? Chhodo na bhabhi ko. Waise bhi, she probably just came here for a little fresh air. Right, bhabhi?” He winked at Meera, who gave him a grateful nod.
Aditya’s antics were suspicious, but I played along, letting him steer the conversation elsewhere.
Meanwhile, Meera took the opportunity to slip away. My eyes followed her retreating figure, and I caught the subtle exchange of looks between her and Aditya. Something was definitely up.
I pretended to be distracted, but as soon as she disappeared, I followed. It didn’t take long to find her, standing with Ayaansh, Riya, and a girl I vaguely recognized—the one with that obnoxious ringtone, Cheen dapak dum dum. I hung back, listening in on their conversation from a safe distance.
