✶𝑴𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 ✶
Two people completely in love and inseparable but ......one big incident changed their life and they got separated.... what will happen when destiny brings them together and tie them In a knot of marriage...
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Shivani's POV:
The next day, 6 a.m.
It felt like a truck had run over me. My back hurt, my eyes were burning, and my body was stiff. I slowly opened my eyes, confused for a moment-then I realised I had fallen asleep on the floor, my head resting against the bed.
And then I remembered-
Abhi.
He never came back.
I sat up quickly, the pain forgotten. My eyes darted to the door. I had waited all night. I must have dozed off without realising.
A soft sound-barely a rustle-from behind snapped me around. My breath caught.
There he was.
Standing by the cupboard, clothes in hand, like nothing had happened.
My knees nearly buckled, but I found my footing. Relief crashed into me like a wave-relief, anger, confusion-all tangled into one messy knot.
"Where were you?" The question flew out before I could stop it, trembling on my lips.
He didn't answer. Just stared at me like I wasn't even real. As if I hadn't spent the entire night breaking apart in silence. As if my calls, my messages, my voice hadn't mattered.
I stepped closer, voice softer this time, careful not to let the ache creep in. "Abhi, why didn't you answer my calls? You just... vanished."
Still, nothing. His eyes were on me, but his soul felt miles away. My hands trembled as I reached for him, wrapping my arms around him, hoping-needing-to feel his warmth. To believe everything was okay.
But he didn't hug me back.
He just stood there. Cold. Still. Like a wall had risen between us overnight.
I pulled back, my throat tightening. "Abhi..." I whispered, gently cupping his face.
He moved my hand away.
"Had some work. Sorry," he said flatly, eyes avoiding mine, and walked into the bathroom.
And just like that, he was gone again.
I stood there, arms still half-raised, breath caught mid-sentence.
This wasn't him. Something was wrong. So, so wrong.
And after that moment... I didn't see him again- until I forced him to.
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Same day, 1 p.m.
"What is it?"
His voice was cold. No warmth, no softness-just sharp and straight like a blade.
He had just entered the room where all the things for the mehendi function were being arranged.
He had been avoiding me since morning. So I had to do something. And when men fail, mothers never do.
