Diya Mehta loves her simple life, which is full of quiet joys and big dreams.
However, things get out of hand when she has to become a replacement for her cousin Riya, who ran away.
Diya gets married to Rishabh Singh Rathore all of a sudden, a ric...
Trigger Warning: There is a suicide scene. Not very detailed, but I just want to let you all know, just in case. The part isn't very long, so you can just skip it.
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The sunlight streamed through the small windows.
I sat on the floor, curled up in the corner of the guest room Rishabh had locked me in.
The silence around me felt louder than anything. I hadn't spoken to anyone since last night.
My head throbbed. My eyes felt dry.
I had cried so much that no more tears would come out.
All I wanted was to feel safe. To be respected. To live.
But here I was... locked like a criminal, treated like a burden.
My thoughts were turning darker with every passing hour.
What if this is it? What if no one truly cares?
I kept looking at the door, hoping it would open. Hoping someone-anyone-would come in and tell me everything would be okay.
But no one did.
A few hours later, there was a soft knock.
"Bhabhi ji?" a timid voice called out. It was one of the younger maids.
"We've brought food for you. Please eat something. It's already afternoon," she added gently.
I didn't answer.
A minute passed. Then I slowly stood up and walked to the door. My voice was barely a whisper.
