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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I stood near the bar, sipping my glass of water as I took in the grand celebration before me. It was Ira’s birthday—my princess’s birthday.
The garden was decorated beautifully, a soft golden glow from the fairy lights illuminating the entire space. The centerpiece was a magnificent castle-shaped cake, and little twinkling stars hung from the trees, casting a dreamy atmosphere over everything.
I was impressed.
It didn’t take a genius to know whose efforts had made this evening so perfect.
Meera.
Her delicate yet determined touch was evident in every detail—from the way the tables were set, the thoughtful little return gifts for Ira’s friends, and the overall warmth in the air.
She had poured her heart into making this day special for our daughter.
And I—
I sighed, swirling the water in my glass.
Something about her had been off lately.
She had been… hesitant. Like she wanted to say something but kept stopping herself at the last moment. It was unlike her—Meera was never one to hold back, especially with me. She fought with me over trivial things, called me ‘Mr. Khadoos’ whenever I annoyed her, and rolled her eyes at my curt responses. But lately she is being to sweet and thats strange. She laughs for no reason.
Once my blood boiled when she said the she is playing the lead role and she was trying to say I love you looking in the mirror keeping her duppatta on her head in a weird way. The thought of saying those word to any other male species didn't set well with me.
But lately, she had been different.
Almost like she was guarding herself.
I hated it.
I wasn’t used to her holding back. I wasn’t used to this silence between us.
Taking another sip of water, I turned my gaze back to the party, my eyes instinctively searching for her.
And then, I found her.
She was standing with Riya, Sanvi, and Radhika, talking animatedly.
The way her face lit up, the way her hands moved as she spoke—it was like watching a flame dance, wild yet mesmerizing.
A small, unbidden smile tugged at my lips.
Meera had this energy about her—she wasn’t just someone who existed in the background. She filled up the space around her, unknowingly drawing people in. Even I, despite all my efforts, wasn’t immune to it.
She laughed at something Riya said, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and I felt something shift in my chest.
