In the dimly lit living room, tension crackled like static electricity as Akshara Sharma stood her ground against the piercing gaze of Manjiri Birla. The words hung heavy in the air, each syllable a dagger slicing through the delicate balance of their fractured relationship.
"Aur main iss hisse mein nehi batnewali,"
Akshara declared, her voice laced with defiance.
"Yeh apka sapna ho sakta hai Aunt, lekin Abhir aur Mera such nehi. Aap 6 saal meri zindegi mein nehi the, aap nehi jante mein Abhinav se kitna pyar karta hu. Koi bhi Hume utna pyar kabhi nehi de payega jitna Abhinav ne hume diya hai. Yeh Mera such hai aur ap mere such se muh nehi mor sakte."
She took a steadying breath, her resolve unwavering as she continued,
"Aur rahi baat apke is perfect family ki, toh mujhe nehi chahiye. 6 saal pehle jab mujhse rishta tod ke mujhe ghar se bahar nikal diya gaya tha usi waqt mera bharosa aap dono per se tut gaya tha, aap per se, aapke ladle Abhimanyu per se. Aapko aaj jo rishte perfect aur pyaare lag rahe hai na, agar kal koi galti, galti se bhi ho gayi na, to phir yeh aur perfect nehi lagega. Us din aapka yeh such aapka such nehi hoga. Us din aap mujhe phirse aapne zindegi aur aapne Ghar se phirse nikal denge."
A flicker of pain crossed Akshara's features, quickly replaced by steely determination.
"Aur aapke perfect family per main kyun bharosa karu, thode din pehle toh meri behen bhi aapke is perfect family ka hissa thi na. Thode din pehle tak Abhimanyu, Aarohi, aur Ruhi aapke perfect family puri kar rahi thi. Toh phir itni jaldi aapka such kaise badal gaya? Khabardar! Ms. Manjari ex-Birla dobara mere parivaar ko todne ke baare mein bhi nehi sochna. Kyunki ab mein woh Akshara nehi hun Jo yeh sab sunkar roti bilakti yahan se chali jaungi, ab main Akshara Abhinav Sharma, jo apni parivaar aur apni behen ke liye kisise bhi lad sakti hai. Main woh Akshara hun jo apne family ke samne unke dhaal banke khari rahungi."
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An Akshnav Story by MsKrishita.
Ek ladki thi bohot pyari si. Y/n naam tha usska. Bacchon se bohot pyar karti thi. Lekin usska bacchon se pyar karna ek din baandh dega usse ek aise shaadi ke bandhan mein jahan usska shauhar usse pyar hi nahi karta.
Armaan ek ladka jissne kabhi ek ladki se pyar kiya tha, uss se shaadi ki thi magar kudrat ko yeh manzoor nahi tha. Armaan ke pehle pyar ne usse chhod diya, akela, iss jahan mein lekin usske paas chhod gayi ek rehmat. Allah ki di hui rehmat
Apni jaan se bhi zyada pyar kiya ussne apni beti se magar woh kya kehte hain na ki aulad ko maa ki zaroorat toh hoti hi hai.
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"Qubool hai"
He accepted her as his wife with a straight face
"Qubool hai"
She accepted him as her husband with a beautiful smile which was given by none other than the cute baby in front of her
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Yeh shaadi sirf maine apni beti ke liye ki hai toh behtar yeh hi hoga ki tum meri wife ban ne ki koshish karna bandh kar do. Samjhi!!
He screamed at her and left from there shutting the door soundly which made her flinch and tears to gather on the corner of her eyes but she tried to not let them fall.
A tear was about to slip and thats when she heard a high pitched cry of a baby from her bed and this was enough for her to forget everything and just focus on the little charm in front of her.