Only For You || H.S.

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People were chatting happily, kids were running and laughing around, the whole environment was filled with laughter.

Why not?

After all , it was the grand marriage of the daughter of Piyas Sen, one of the rich and famous business men in London, and of course, whole heartedly a Bengali family.

The main attraction of this happiness, Freya Sen, was patiently waiting in her room, all dolled up and ready. Physically,but not mentally.

She watched as the flames of the candles were burning out. Just like her crying heart.

Freya sighed and slightly smiled at the kids who were shouting around her.

I should be happy, for my father, for everyone . I should be. Freya assured herself, again and again.

"Freya, darling!"

Freya snapped her head towards the door which was being opened by her father.

She stood up as her father walked towards her, careful not to strangle herself in the red Benarasi Saree.

"Baba?"

Piyas Sen looked at his daughter carefully, searching for any kind of sadness in his daughter. But he didn't find any.

He slowly lifted his hand and put it on his daughter's head, caressing it slowly.

Freya watched quietly, as her father stared at her.

"I'm so proud of you, you know that Freya? From the very beginning, I was afraid, what will happen to you if I leave you too. But look at the luck, today, you're the one that's leaving your old man,yeah? You're so strong. So beautiful. Never forget that."

Freya hugged her father carefully, trying to control her tears that were threatening to fall down.

"You know, I will choose the best for you, right? He is a great person. You'll come to know, just.... don't give up, for me. For your mother..... please."

Freya looked up at her father as the old man wiped his tears, slowly smiling at her.

"I promise, Baba. I will never let you down. I love you. "

Piyas Sen smiled softly at her daughter, knowing fully well that she was hurting inside, but wouldn't show it.

"Thank you. Freya. "

Freya smiled at her father as her father started to go away from the room.

"The groom's here, brother!"

Freya's ears heard the shouting of joys of kids and others as the whole environment turned into another level of happiness.

Take a chance , Freya. For your father.

Freya calmed herself as she slowly sat down on the bed where she was supposed to stay until her father and aunts came and got her to the wedding venue.

Freya's eyes again filled with tears as she gazed at her mehendi-designed hands , tracing the word of her would-be husband's name's first letter.

As if it were taunting her more.

"Why?"

Freya whispered , as her deep brown eyes flashed with sadness, remembering him.

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Note :

Surprise!!!!!!
This is chapter 1 of OFU!!!!

Hope you guys liked it!!!!

Oh twists are coming!!!

Just wait and see.

You can imagine Freya as whoever you want but remember she's an Asian by family. Just was born in London and everything.

Her origin is of Asia.

Yo-yo!!!!

Hope you like it!!!

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Means a lot to me !!!!