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 stirred slowly, feeling the familiar weight of a strong arm wrapped securely around me. The early morning light filtered through the hotel curtains, casting a golden glow on the room. I turned slightly and found myself nestled against Khadoos's chest, his steady heartbeat a soothing rhythm in the quiet.
Snuggling closer, I whispered, “Five more minutes…”
His deep voice, still husky with sleep, rumbled against my ear. “Good morning, my bird,” he said, pulling me even closer and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “All the best for today. You’ll do amazing.”
I smiled into his chest. “With you beside me, I feel like I can do anything.”
He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “You don’t need me to fly, Meera. You’ve got wings of your own.”
I melted.
After a few more peaceful minutes, I finally got up and began getting ready. As I stood in front of the mirror, pinning my badge to my kurta, I noticed Arjun walking out of the closet… in a sharp, perfectly tailored suit.
I blinked. “Even today you’re going to be dressed formally? It’s not your office.”
He glanced at me and smirked. “Apparently, one of the sponsors saw me yesterday. Thought I looked ‘distinguished’ and insisted I attend today’s event as the chief guest.”
My jaw dropped. “Chief guest? You?”
He shrugged, slipping on his watch like it was no big deal. “What can I say? Even your husband has his moments of glory.”
I rolled my eyes, but a proud smile played on my lips. “O… toh aaj hum dono spotlight mein rahenge.” He chuckled and placed a small kiss on my forehead.
We decided to leave separately to avoid drawing attention. I went down with Sanvi and Ayaansh, while Arjun took a separate car to the venue. Even as I sat in the back seat listening to Sanvi’s nervous chatter and Ayaansh’s usual sarcasm, my mind kept drifting to Arjun’s soft “all the best.”
Today was the semi-final—the real-world simulation test.
The hall was buzzing with nervous energy. Rows of tech setups had been arranged, and one by one, teams were called to present their apps to a group of real users—visually impaired volunteers brought in for this task.
No pre-loaded data. No second chances. It was all going to be live.
As our turn approached, I could feel my pulse hammering in my ears. My palms were sweaty, but I kept my expression calm for my team’s sake.
