The Forbidden nights
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Last published Tue, Sep 16, 2025
"Would this be our forever? or...the start of something we swore we'd never want to"
The reception hall shimmered with gold strings of light, the air thick with perfume, laughter, and the hum of a hundred conversations. People were celebrating love, but for Maitreyi and Sandeep, the word itself was a forbidden territory. Their paths had crossed too many times to be accidental, yet too jagged to be fate. In the chaos of clinking glasses and restless music, their eyes kept searching, colliding, retreating, and searching again. It wasn't about who smiled first or who looked away faster - it was about the weight of every stolen second. A hall full of people, yet for them, it was always just the two of them, circling, daring, testing boundaries neither wanted to admit existed. To the world, they were just faces in the crowd. But to each other, they were the storm that refused to die down.
"Why does every step closer to him feel like losing ground beneath me? I should walk away, but my heart refuses to listen." -Maitreyi
"I've seen a hundred women dressed in their best, but none of them make the room tilt the way she does. And God help me, I can't even pretend it doesn't matter." -Sandeep
Between them lay no promises, no future carved in stone - only a tension that tasted too much like desire, too much like danger. This wasn't meant to happen, yet it already had. And maybe that was the cruelest part of all: knowing that what should never begin might be the very thing they could never end.
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She opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the blur of soft golden lights and the scent of fresh roses hanging heavy in the air. The room around her was beautifully decorated - delicate drapes, scattered petals, and a faint sound of wedding music still echoing in the distance. But something felt wrong. Terribly wrong. Her breath caught in her throat. Why was she here? This wasn't her dream. This wasn't her day. It was her step-sister's wedding. So why was she the one waking up in this bridal chamber? Heart pounding, she turned toward the ornate mirror at the far end of the room. But the moment her eyes met her reflection, her world shattered. A strangled scream tore from her lips. The heavy door burst open, and people rushed in, gasping at the sight before them - horror etched on every face. But one pair of eyes didn't look shocked. One pair of eyes... burned with pure hatred. Still trembling, she turned again to the mirror. The black beaded mangalsutra around her neck didn't belong to her. The vermilion boldly streaked across her hairline was not hers to wear. It wasn't meant for her. It wasn't chosen for her. It wasn't wanted by her. It was meant for her step-sister. But now... it marked her - Aavya Verma. And in one cruel twist of fate, she was bound in a marriage she never chose, cloaked in a tradition that now felt like a curse. The vermilion on her forehead wasn't a symbol of love - it was a mark of betrayal, of forced destiny. She was never meant to be a bride. But she became one. Not by choice... Not by love... But by someone else's decision.
THREAD OF DESTINY: A SAGA OF LOVE & FATE
1990s~ Happiness. What does it mean? If someone had asked me this question, I would say it's when tears fall freely from your eyes, and a big smile is plastered on your face-when you don't know how to describe the feeling, the eruption of a literal volcano in your heart. That is a joy that comes from deep satisfaction. And I can see that clearly on her face-Rajkumari Ahana ji-as she looks at her man with a deep sense of love in her eyes. Her man, Arup ji, just wants to hold her in his arms as they announce their wedding to the whole kingdom. I clap for them as joyful dancing begins in the big hall. Commoners and royals alike are dancing together. Why not celebrate? It's the announcement of a wedding between the Rajkumari of Malana and a commoner-or I would say, a pottery maker. A tear of happiness rolls down my cheek without me knowing, as I feel their love to the core of my being. It was a great task for me to unite them. It feels good to see others happy. I feel like I've experienced this before, just like the Rajkumari. I gaze at the people of the whole kingdom dancing and singing. But suddenly, more tears roll down my cheeks... My gaze fixes on a man who is looking at me with the same expression as I'm looking at him... Shock, vulnerability-like a thunderbolt passes through our hearts at the same time. My grip on my lehenga tightens when I see his tears falling the same way as mine. He is the same man who comes to me in my dreams... Whose face is carved in my heart... Whose picture I draw on the ground while sitting by our old riverbank. How? Because I have never seen this man before... but he is real!~ _______________________________
🌸 The wedding drums still echoed in her ears, even after the guests had left and the house had sunk into silence. Ananya sat on the edge of the bed, her red bangles clinking softly as she folded her trembling hands in her lap. This was the moment she had dreamed of since childhood-the beginning of a new life, a partner who would hold her close, a home built on laughter and trust. But reality stood in sharp contrast. Across the room, Arjun loosened his tie with visible frustration, his face drawn with an exhaustion that wasn't from the rituals but from something deeper-resistance. He hadn't looked at her the entire evening except when duty forced him to. His voice, when he finally spoke, was clipped and cold, a knife to her fragile hopes. "This marriage..." he said quietly, almost to himself, "was never my choice." The words sank into her heart like stones, shattering the fragile castles she had built in her imagination. Ananya lowered her gaze, tears pricking her eyes, but she swallowed them down. Crying wouldn't change the truth. She was an introvert who had never asked for much-only a life where love bloomed slowly but surely. Yet here she was, bound in a relationship where love seemed like a distant mirage. He was a man carrying his own scars, his own chains, and she was caught in the storm of his unwillingness. In that quiet room, between two strangers joined by force, a journey began. A journey that would test patience, break walls, and question what it really meant to choose someone-not with words, but with the heart. And though neither of them knew it yet, what started as a forced bond would one day turn into a choice that would redefine them both. --- 🐚🦑🪷
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