Song suggestion: deewana deewana
सजना के सजदे में इतना रहने लगे
दीवाना दीवाना दुनिया कहने लगे
रंग-बिरंगे नाज़ उठाके
याद को अपने पास बिठाके
सजना के सजदे में रहने, रहने लगे
हो..ओ..
---𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘---
The room was full.
The table in front of her was crowded with everything that mattered today.
Makeup brushes arranged in neat rows. Open palettes. Bangles stacked by color. Jewelry laid out carefully, each piece catching the light.
Her bridal lehenga hung nearby, heavy and waiting.
And in the middle of it all sat Meera.
Unprepared.
She sat still on the chair, hands resting loosely in her lap, eyes fixed on her reflection in the mirror.
The makeup artist worked quietly, brushing foundation across her skin, blending shadows along her eyes.
Meera didn’t flinch. Didn’t speak.
She only watched herself.
Her face looked calm. Almost distant. But inside, her chest felt tight.
Today.
She was getting married today.
The thought landed again, heavier than before.
Her gaze shifted slightly, drifting to the lehenga hanging beside the wardrobe.
That dress.
She had designed it herself.
Not for today. Never for today.
Years ago, when marriage had still felt like a dream and not an obligation, she had sketched it late at night.
Carefully. Lovingly.
Telling herself that one day, when she married the love of her life, she would wear this. Every detail had meant something back then.
Back then, love had been part of the plan.
Now, the love of her life was no longer a question.
It was simply… absent.
This was an arranged marriage. A decision made around her, not with her.
She didn’t know the man she was about to marry.
All she knew was his family.
And that, somehow, was the only hope she had left.
At least there, she told herself, maybe things would be kinder.
Maybe she wouldn’t have to wake up every day feeling like a burden. Maybe she wouldn’t have to brace herself for disappointment and sharp words.
She exhaled slowly.
Her eyes moved to the right.
Her Dadi sat beside her, carefully adjusting the bangles on Meera’s wrist, making sure they sat perfectly. Her touch was steady, familiar.
On the other side, Mehak sat cross-legged, busy doing her own makeup, humming softly, completely absorbed.
Meera watched them both.
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Romance➴➵➶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...
