➴➵➶𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖🪞
A spirited and determined woman, Meera Malhotra has spent years trying to escape the shadows of her family. Despite her reserved exterior and the grumpiness shaped by family pressures, her heart yearns for genuine co...
The air was heavy with all the wedding vibes. Flowers, music, rituals, joy. But for Meera, everything felt heavier in a different way. Her emotions sat on her chest like unshed tears.
The clinking of glasses, the sounds of laughter, and relatives fussing over outfits all blended into a dull hum in the background. Her thoughts were louder. Her heart was louder.
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She stood in front of the mirror, trying to perfect the drape of her lehenga, but her mind wasn’t cooperating.
Not after that argument. Not after the way he looked at her. Like she had ripped something precious out of his chest.
Her phone buzzed.
Saanvi: Hey I’m ready! You can come in now! Meera smiled faintly.
Saanvi had insisted Meera stay out she wanted to surprise her with the final bridal look. After all, Meera had designed it. Her first bridal creation.
With a soft sigh, Meera left her room, footsteps echoing in the hallway. The same hallway.
The memory of Sidharth pulling away echoed louder. His voice. Her own. Their frustration.
That vase.
She shook her head, mentally scolding herself.
"Not now!"
She knocked gently. The door creaked open.
“Meera!”
Saanvi looked like something straight out of a dream. Regal yet soft. Eyes glistening, lips quivering.
Meera’s breath caught in her throat.
Saanvi’s wedding look:
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