Chapter 1

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Today is my wedding day.

I am wearing a bright red dress with golden embroidery all over my dress. My face is covered with a small piece of my dress (called the ghunghat). It is very common for a girl to have ghunghat on her wedding day.

As I was walking down the stairs, from the net area of my ghunghat, I saw all the guest. They all were staring at me. (I could feel it).

Rohan (the guy I am going to marry) was also looking at me. I gave him a worried smile and he did the same and we both looked away.

When I reached the last staircase my dad came to hold my hand. My mom and my dad walked me to the stage. Rohan took my hand and helped me get on the stage.

The wedding ceremony is going to take place after everyone is going to have there dinner. Usually the ceremony is before dinner, but it took me way too much time to get ready because I didn't know this wedding will take place or not.

My best friend Diya is sitting next to me. She looks worried and I knew why she is worried, but no-one has noticed it, except for me and Rohan, but my sister was looking at us. I knew she was suspecting us for doing something stupid. That is what she thinks.

The people that did not run for the food were coming on the stage to congratulate me and Rohan. They would hand me the gift and I would hand it over to Diya. She would take them from me and would keep it behind my big red seat that I was sitting in.

They were many people that came and wished me and Rohan.

"Don't do this to me". I heard a deep voice say that. He is tall, wearing a suit. I could not see his face because I was forced to look down because of my dress that was really heavy and had prevented me from doing that.

I was confused but could not look at his face.

He repeated "Don't do this to me. Please come with me. I will always keep you happy. Because of one small mistake, don't leave me forever, please. Run away with me please.".

I smiled under my ghunghut and took his hand and ran off.

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I don't know what will be next in the story myself. As I said this is my first time I am writing a story.

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