NITYA💔

18.A New Beginning or an Unwanted Reality?

Mann Mann Ki Sunta Jaaye

Sunta Nahin Mann Waalon Ki

Mann Hi Mann Mein Banaye

Duniya Ek Khayaalon Ki..

Paas Koi Aave, Door Koi Jaave

Hota Hai Kyun Ye, Koi Samjhaave

Neend Ud Jaave, Chain Chhad Jaave

Ishq Di Faqeeri Jad Lag Jaave

Scene: Samir’s Home –

Nitya stepped into Samir's grand yet cold mansion, her heavy lehenga trailing behind her as she walked into the spacious living room. The silence of the house felt suffocating, amplifying the storm of emotions raging within her. Samir followed her, his expression calm but with traces of apprehension.

The wedding was over. The documents had been signed. And now, here they were—husband and wife, legally bound, but emotionally distant. Nitya stopped in the middle of the room, clutching the folds of her lehenga, her voice trembling as she finally broke the silence.

Nitya: "Why, Samir? Why did you do this? Why did you turn a fake marriage into a real one without telling me? Without asking me? I deserve an answer!"

Samir exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. He had anticipated this moment, but now that it was here, the weight of her gaze, her hurt, and her anger was more than he had prepared for.

Samir: "Because I couldn't stand to see you suffer anymore, Nitya."

Nitya flinched at his words, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Nitya: "Suffer? You thought this—forcing me into a real marriage—would end my suffering? Do you know what you've done, Samir? You’ve taken away my choice. You’ve written the ending to a story I didn’t want to be part of!"
Samir’s jaw clenched as he stepped closer to her.

Samir: "Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think this was easy for me? Watching you live as Samyak’s shadow, giving everything to a man who couldn’t even see you? Do you know how hard it was for me to stand on the sidelines while he crushed your spirit day after day, all in the name of some dead promise to Prisha?"

Nitya froze, her breath hitching. Samir’s voice cracked with emotion as he continued.

Samir: "I watched you, Nitya. For three years, I watched you love a man who couldn’t love you back. I watched you endure insults, endure his cold indifference, endure being treated like you were invisible in your own marriage. And do you know what broke me? Seeing how you still smiled, still gave your all to that family, to him, even when they didn’t deserve it."

Nitya shook her head, her voice soft yet trembling.

Nitya: "But that wasn’t your choice to make, Samir. My pain… my suffering… it was mine to bear. You had no right to decide this for me."

Samir’s eyes glistened with frustration and vulnerability as he took another step closer.

Samir: "You’re right, Nitya. I had no right. But I couldn’t stop myself. Because… because I’ve loved you for so long. Longer than I’d care to admit."

The air between them grew thick with silence. Nitya’s eyes widened, her lips slightly parted as she tried to process his words.

Nitya: "What… what are you saying?"

Samir let out a bitter laugh, his voice cracking under the weight of his confession.

Samir: "I liked you, Nitya. Long before Samyak ever married you. Back in college, when you used to walk into the library with your books pressed to your chest, eyes sparkling with dreams. But Samyak… he was always one step ahead. You only had eyes for him. So I stepped back. I buried those feelings because Samyak was my best friend, and you were his. But seeing how he treated you… how he failed to see the gem he had in his hands—it broke something in me."

Nitya looked away, her tears finally spilling down her cheeks.

Nitya: "You should have told me. You should have spoken to me before turning my life upside down like this."

Samir’s voice softened as he reached out to her, but stopped himself from touching her.

Samir: "Would it have made a difference, Nitya? You were so lost in your love for Samyak that you wouldn’t have heard me. You would have rejected me without a second thought. But when I saw that fake marriage plan—when I saw Samyak pushing you into yet another cruel game just to save his guilt—I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to act. I had to do something to stop this endless cycle of your suffering."

Nitya’s shoulders shook as silent sobs escaped her.

Nitya: "And what now, Samir? Do you expect me to just… accept this marriage? To suddenly love you the way I loved Samyak?"

Samir flinched but nodded slowly.

Samir: "No, Nitya. I don’t expect that. I know your heart isn’t something I can claim overnight. But I promise you one thing—I will never let you feel unloved, unwanted, or invisible again. I will give you the respect, care, and freedom that you’ve always deserved. I won’t ask for your love, Nitya, but I’ll spend every day trying to earn it."

Nitya wrapped her arms around herself, her tears flowing freely now.

Nitya: "I’m so tired, Samir. So tired of fighting, of hoping, of being let down over and over again."

Samir stepped closer, his voice a whisper.

Samir: "Then don’t fight anymore, Nitya. Rest. Take your time. You’re not alone anymore. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere."

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The weight of their words, their confessions, and their unspoken emotions hung heavy in the air. Nitya closed her eyes, letting herself breathe for the first time in what felt like years.

Finally, Samir turned away, giving her space.

Samir: "I’ve set up a room for you. You can stay there for as long as you need. I won’t force anything on you, Nitya. But just know this—I’m here. And I’m not going to let you carry this burden alone anymore."

Nitya watched as Samir walked away, his shoulders heavy with the weight of his own emotions. She sank onto the couch, burying her face in her hands as silent sobs wracked her body.

For years, she had been fighting for a love that was never truly hers. And now, standing in the ruins of her past, she was faced with an uncertain future—a future with a man who claimed to love her but whose love had come at the cost of her freedom.

The night stretched on, the silence of Samir’s mansion echoing with unanswered questions and unhealed wounds.

To be continued............

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