Kyrasingh Stories

'Just a year was enough for you to forget all that we had between us! ' *She thought while tears poured down her eyes filled with sheer disappointment and pain coloring it red.* 'But it is okay love, I will turn all your family's hope into ashes with the flames I carry in here. ' *She said as her heart ached and her chest tightened with agony.* __________AFTER TWO WEEKS_________ A palpable excitement filled Crimson Castle, a vibrant tapestry of sights and sounds for the grand wedding of Kian Jha and Kyra Singh. Guests mingled amidst overflowing food stalls, while a magnificent, lantern-lit corridor led to a breathtaking hall adorned with cascading flowers. All awaited the auspicious moment at the ornate mandap. Yet, as the bride began her descent and the pundit's invocations commenced, an unsettling silence fell. THE GROOM WAS MISSING . Joy dissolved into palpable tension, and the sacred 'pheras' were abruptly halted. Hours later, Kian's pale, sudden reappearance allowed the ceremony to resume, but the mystery cast a long, faint shadow over the renewed reverence of the union. Peace, however, was fleeting. A guttural scream ripped through the air, turning the hall into chaos. Workers shrieked of fire, their terrified cries of "Bhaago yahan se! Aag lagi! Vo aurat!" directing all eyes to the courtyard. What unfolded outside froze their blood: the joyous celebration consumed by a horrific blaze. The elegant courtyard became a glimpse of hell, the vibrant corridor a tunnel of fire. Then, from the heart of that fiery inferno, a woman emerged. Dressed in a resplendent red bridal lehenga, she held a fire stick, the very source of the destruction. With unnerving calm, she walked directly towards the hall, flames licking at her heels. A collective gasp of sheer terror filled the air, but for the groom, it was a profound, agonizing shock. His heart ached, for it wasn't just a woman. It was her! - His Wife!