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Love's Redemption♡

Love's Redemption♡

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My phone rings for the nth time as I try to climb up the stairs as fast as I can, out of all days the elevator had to be out of service TODAY, wearing the heavy lehenga seems to add to the misery, I open the door to the hall and see my whole family standing there, 5 years and nothing has changed Everything was good till I hear Vyara shout out loud and say "there's my sister" I feel everyone coming to a stop and look at me, I feel my cheeks redden at the stunt my sister just pulled... My eyes roam around in search of my brother but comes to a stop as it notices someone else, the world comes to stop, the people disappear as he lifts up his head to look at me... what is HE doing here? What happens when you let him go, but fate has other plans for you?
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She opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the blur of soft golden lights and the scent of fresh roses lingering heavily in the air. The room around her was beautifully adorned-delicate drapes, scattered petals, and the faint echo of wedding music still humming somewhere in the distance. But something felt wrong. Terribly wrong. Her breath caught in her throat as unease curled deep within her chest. Why was she here? This wasn't her dream. This wasn't her moment. It was her step-sister's wedding. So why was she the one waking up in this bridal chamber... as if she had been written into a story that was never hers? Her heart pounded as she turned toward the ornate mirror across the room. But the moment her gaze met her reflection, her world shattered. A strangled scream tore from her lips. The heavy door burst open. People rushed in, their faces draining of color, horror settling into every expression. But one pair of eyes didn't hold shock. One pair of eyes... burned with something far darker. Something that felt like anger... like possession... like a truth she didn't yet understand. Her trembling gaze fell back to the mirror. The black beaded mangalsutra around her neck- It wasn't hers. The vermilion boldly streaked across her hairline- It was never meant for her. It was meant for her step-sister. But now... it marked her. Aavya Verma. As if somewhere, in lines she never wrote, in a fate she never chose... his name had already been etched into hers. And in one cruel twist of destiny, she was bound in a marriage she never wanted-wrapped in traditions that now felt more like chains than blessings. The vermilion on her forehead wasn't love. It was a mark. Of betrayal. Of a decision made without her. Of a story rewritten without her consent. She was never meant to be the bride. But she became one. Not by choice... Not by love... But because somewhere... somehow... she had been written into him- his name in every line of a life she never chose.

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