In the land where sunbeams danced, two souls yearned for each other across vast distances. Their hearts, tethered by longing, faced the cruel shadow of separation. Unbeknownst to all, one carried the weight of a secret identity, a clandestine existe...
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AKRITI
As soon as Priyanka escorted me into the room, a wave of relief washed over me. The heavy maroon lehenga that I had adored earlier now felt like a burden I desperately wanted to shed. Each intricate embroidery and golden thread had seemed enchanting during the ceremony, but now it felt stifling, clinging to my skin like a reminder of the long day I had endured.
“Let me help you with your hairstyle,” Priyanka offered, her voice soft yet practical as we reached the wardrobe.
I nodded absentmindedly, realizing only then that I had been lost in my thoughts. My head throbbed slightly from the dozens of pins holding my elaborate bridal hairstyle together. At that moment, nothing sounded better than letting my hair down and slipping into a cozy pair of pajamas.
As Priyanka began gently removing the pins, my gaze wandered around the room. This was Aditya’s room—or at least, it had been when I last visited. Back then, it had felt very much like a bachelor’s den, with its minimalist décor and a few odd items that screamed “Aditya” to me.
But today, it looked entirely different.
The transformation was striking. The walls bore a warm, inviting tone, and the bed—a grand four-poster adorned with sheer drapes—was no longer just his. Above the bed hung a framed photo of us, one from a business party where Aditya had proudly announced our relationship to the world. I remembered that evening vividly, the way he held my hand as if declaring to everyone that I was his world.
There were more photos scattered throughout the room—pictures of us laughing, moments frozen in time. They gave the space an intimate, personal touch, as if it was now a haven built for two.
“*Yeh toh pehle se kaafi bada lag raha hai,*” I murmured, noticing how spacious the room felt. (“This feels much bigger than before.”)
Priyanka chuckled, pausing her task to glance at me. “*Haan, bhai ne do kamre milwa diye hain. Pura room reconstruct kar diya hai, tumhare liye.*” (“Yes, bhai combined two rooms and reconstructed the space for you.”)
My eyes widened slightly. “*Ohh… tabhi yeh itna bada lag raha hai.*” (“Ohh… that’s why it feels so big.”)
She nodded, her hands working deftly to remove the final few pins. As she freed my hair, the dupatta slipped off my head, cascading onto the floor like a silken river. My scalp immediately felt lighter, the ache in my head easing.
