There Was No Face Behind the Veil. Ghoonghat Mein Chehra Nahin Tha In the dusty courtyards of rural Rajasthan, newlywed Lajjo dreams of love the way she's heard it in folk songs, full of shy glances, late-night whispers, and the warmth of shared laughter. But her husband, Veer, speaks little, eats in silence, and leaves before sunrise. Her patience stretches like the desert horizon, but the days remain empty and the nights colder still. When she discovers the truth, that she was never his choice, only his duty - Lajjo begins to wear her ghoonghat even when alone. Not for modesty, but to disappear. A slow, lyrical tale of longing, invisibility, and dignity "Ghoonghat Mein Chehra Nahin Tha" is a story that lingers like a song in the desert wind. ========= Rankings🎖️ 👇🏻 #1 in Traditional love (11-8-25)🥇 #6 in Silent love (13-8-25)🏅 #1 in Folktale (15 -8 -25)🥇 #1 in emotional read ( 20-8-25)🥇 #3 in poetic prose ( 24-8-25) 🥉 #1 in tearjerker (18-9-25)🥇

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