Author's Pov
The day of the wedding finally arrived. The house was decorated with flowers, lights, and a mandap. Guests started arriving at their house. "Dad, where are the garlands?" Vidyut approached his father and asked, as he was maintaining every single detail perfectly. He didn't want any mistakes for her.
Vidyut's father pointed towards the garlands, which were arranged neatly beside the mandap. Vidyut walked towards them, his mind focused on every single detail of the wedding. He examined the garlands carefully, making sure that everything was perfect.
Then Kashiv roamed around the house, observing everything. She didn't want any mistakes whether it's big or small at her daughter's wedding. "Vidyut, is everything alright?" she asked while adjusting her necklace.
"Yes, Chachi, everything is fine. Don't worry; her wedding will be the most beautiful," Vidyut smiled, his words sounding like a comfort to Kashiv's worries.
Then Prema joined them from behind. "Kashiv, you look so beautiful. You look just like a bride's mother," she said with a soft chuckle, complimenting Kashiv on her outfit. "Thank you, Bhabhi, but has Tanya gotten ready?" Kashiv asked, her voice filled with worry again.
Prema nodded before replying "Tanishka has helped her get ready." Kashiv sighed and took a deep breath of relief.
Tanya's Pov
I was observing myself in the mirror, dressed in the traditional Indian bridal attire: a long velvet cloth on my head, a collection of jewelry pieces, bangles on my wrists, a bindi, a red lehenga, and red mehendi on my hands. However, there was an underlying feeling of anxiety and the sensation of waiting - a sense of anticipation for someone who was not exactly unfamiliar to me.
I closed my eyes and composed myself for a moment. "Calm down, Tanya, calm down," I whispered to myself.
Then I opened my eyes and saw someone standing behind me in the mirror. My eyes widened in disbelief, as if I couldn't believe that person was there, staring back at me through the reflection.
I turned around immediately, my voice filled with surprise as I whispered, "Advik!"
My voice was stuck in my throat as I couldn't utter any words, but I composed myself and asked in a trembling voice, "How did you get in?" He let out a devilish chuckle and stretched his neck before answering me, "It was easy for me to enter the room through the window." My gaze immediately shifted to the window, which was open. I had opened it in the afternoon and forgotten to close it.
As he stepped closer, Advik smirked and then said, "Tumhe kya laga mai tumhe kis or ka hone dunga? Chalo tumhe lene aaya hu mai." My eyes stayed wide, as I listened to his statement.
(Did you think I was going to let you belong to anyone else? I came here to pick you up.)
"Huh?" I was confused, then he chuckled, a teasing glint in his eye. "You know what I'm talking about, don't you?" I swallowed, still shocked, and took a step back. I knew exactly what he meant by that.
Advik chuckled again as he noticed my reaction and stepped forward, closing the distance between us. He stood close to me, his gaze fixed on my face as he continued, "You're still as beautiful as ever." He ran his eyes all over my features, as if taking in my appearance for the first time. "Are you coming with me?."
"Advik listen to me I'm going to marr-" My voice were whispered but also audible.
"Are you coming?" He asked in firm tone with a rage glare.
"Advik" I whispered his name
"Are you coming?" He grab my arms then pulled me towards him. Close gap between us.
"No never" I replied firm with a glare. How can I run away from my wedding? But in corner of my heart knows I can.
Advik looked at me with a firm glare, then loosened his grip on my arms. "You're not coming, right?" I simply nodded in confirmation. He sighed and then i speak again, "jawab sunn liya na mera ab jao." I warned him, while looking at him sternly.
(You heard my answer, now go.)
The jangling sound of my bangles and jewelry echoed every time I moved, adding to the tension in the air.
His jaw clenched tightly as he repeated his question, his voice more firm now. He said, "One more time I'm asking, are you coming?"
"Tumhe samjh mein nhi aata ki meri shaadi hone wali h." I raised my voice a bit, making it clear that I was going to be someone else's wife. I replied with a touch of irritation in my tone.
(You don't understand that my wedding is about to happen.)
He chuckled sinisterly and stepped closer to me, his voice laced with a dangerous tone. "Are you coming with me or should I fuck you before your wedding rituals start?" He untied the knot of my lehnga blouse, causing me to place my hand on the back of my outfit.
"What the hell?" I exclaimed, my jaw tightening with frustration at his stubbornness.
"Choose one" He demanded.
"Advik" I whispered
"Tell me" He asked again
"Listen to me advik. I can't run away from my wedding like this and why should I run away with you? Who are you to me? And now stop this please go." A long tears rolled down at my cheeks as I joined my hand in front of him and begging him to leave but his stubbornness.
"Tanya don't fear and I know you're not happy with this wedding." Advik gently caress my arms and now his voice were soft. My gaze met with his and don't know why but I feel something in my chest like something which I have never feel- Maybe I love him but can't admit.
"No no I don't but‐" this thought were running in my mind like a runner.
At Singhania's mansion
Veer stood in front of the mirror, gazing at his reflection in admiring the traditional Indian attire he was wearing: a sehra draped over his head, a pristine white sherwani, and a simple yet refined necklace around his neck. Hearing the door open,
Veer turned around to see Shital enter with a warm smile on her face and approach him. "Mera beta bhut hi handsome dikh rha h." she began, her voice soft yet full of love. "Bas nazar na lage tumko." She then reached for some kohl from her eyes and applied it behind his ear.
(My son, looking very handsome.)
(I hope no one gives you an evil eye.)
He nodded, then Shital held his hand warmly. "Veer, promise me that you'll be loyal and perfect for her. I don't want to see my sons turn out like their father." Her voice was filled with worry and concern as she didn't want her sons to be like her husband-unfaithful and toxic.
She didn't expect much from Anirudh since he was very young, but she had high expectations for Veer.
Veer nodded in acknowledgment of his promise to his mother, his expression serious. He understood the importance of this moment and the expectations placed on him. "I promise, ma. I will be loyal and faithful to her," he said, his voice filled with determination.
Hearing his mother's worries and concerns, he reassured her once again, "I won't be like Father, I will be the perfect husband for her." His mother's expression softened, and she squeezed his hand warmly.
All the family members gathered in the mansion's mandir to seek blessings from the divine, preparing themselves for the procession. Priyanka, standing nearby, cast evil-eye protection on Veer while applying sacred Tilak on his forehead. The ceremony was a traditional rite of passage, marking the transition from bachelorhood to married life.
Veer's relatives, bodyguards, and guests gathered in the car, ready to accompany him to his bride's house. As they set off, Veer sat back, taking one last glance around him as the journey began.
Author's Pov
Tanishka's pink lehenga, the fabric cascading gracefully over her body, seemed to float softly toward the floor. She fought to keep the large dupatta in place, but the bangles on her arms seemed to dance to their own melodious rhythm.
Meanwhile Tanishka was cautiously making her way up the stairs, worried that her foot might get entangled in the intricate design of her lehenga, causing her to slip and fall. She slowly coming downstairs.
Tanishka was descending the stairs, her steps slow as she admired the decorated house. Warm light reflected on her, making her even more beautiful.
A maid was in a hurry and suddenly bumped into her. "Sorry, Tanishka Ma'am. " she apologized while quickly picking up the things that had fallen due to the collision.
Tanishka softly sighed, her voice filled with kindness and warmth as she reassured the maid, "No need to apologize, these things happen. Hmph?" A moment later, the maid nodded and walked away. "Is Tanya ready?" kashiv's voice cut through the air, catching Tanishka's attention.
Tanishka replied, "Yes, I've already made her ready. Don't worry about it." kashiv took a deep breath of relief and then turned to glare at Tanishka, telling her, "Then why are you here? Go stay with her, be a good sister." Tanishka nodded
kashiv's words were harsh, leaving Tanishka with a mix of hurt and anger. However, she refrained from protesting, accepting the cruel words. She simply nodded silently before turning and reluctantly making her way upstairs.
Tanishka had been making her way to Tanya's room, but her long lehenga made it quite a struggle. The dupatta was proving particularly tricky to manage, and her heel got stuck in the edge of the lehenga. Her ankle twisted, and she stumbled, falling painfully to the floor. "Ahhh!" She couldn't handle her body and fell on the floor, gasping her father's name in pain, "Papa!"
"Why does this always happen to me? Why do I always have to be the one to suffer?" She whispered, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and despair. She sat on the floor, holding her injured ankle and letting the tears flow down her cheeks, "No one cares about me, I'm the one who always gets hurt and no one notices." Her words were filled with bitterness, but her tone was soft and vulnerable.
Advik's Pov
When I looked at her, everything else in the world melted away. I was lost in the depths of her eyes. She looked absolutely beautiful in her traditional bridal attire, but there was one thing that was eating away at me - she was going to be someone else's bride. I couldn't let that happen. I could never let her slip away from my grip. She was to be mine, whether she agreed or not.
I tightened my grip on her arms, "Say Tanya," I whispered in a gentle tone, not wanting to make her flinch again. She lowered her head and rested it on my chest, sobbing silently.
I demanded, "Say it," but she was still crying against my chest. I clenched my jaw, frustration building, but then sighed. "Tanya, I know you were forced into this arranged marriage by your mother. And I know that neither of you know each other." I pushed her slightly to look into her teary eyes. "What's stopping you?"
She composed herself and jerked my hands away from her arms. "Please go, Advik," she said, frustration boiling inside my chest at her stubbornness in pushing me away. "Don't you love me? Don't you feel anything for me? Tell me you never feel pity for my pain and tears?" I held her arms again, this time firmly.
"Answer me," I said, rage boiling in my eyes as she looked away. I held her chin and forced her to look into my eyes. "You want to know my feelings for you, Advik?" I slightly nodded at her question and loosened my grip on her arms.
She mustered up the courage to meet my gaze and spoke, "I always have. I always feel butterflies in my stomach around you, I always feel pity, care, and love for you, Advik. Always." Her confession was music to my ears, and my heart skipped a beat as I cupped her face.
"Then come with me I promised I'll always make you happy with me." I whispered to her and hold her hand.
She nodded in agreement, a warm smile spreading across her face. Then she hugged me, her arms wrapped tightly around me. I wrapped my arms around her in response, holding her closely, promising to make her happy and to never let her go.
I was blissfully lost in her embrace, her warm presence wrapping around me. Then she leaned in and whispered softly, "Mujhe Kahi dur le jao advik. bhut dur" My heart skipped a beat as I replied, my forehead touching hers. "Jo tum kaho." I murmured into her ear, eliciting a soft chuckle from her lips.
(Take me far advik, so far)
(As your wish)
I held her close for a few moments, savoring the peaceful, intimate moments between us. Eventually, I reluctantly released my embrace and took a step back, my expression softer than before.
"Let's go Tanya." My gaze softened
She started removing her jewelry and bangles, preparing to run away. I understood her intentions, not wanting anyone to catch us before we escaped. She moved towards the closet and gathered her belongings - credit cards, clothes, and money. She packed them into a bag. "All ready?" I asked, and she nodded in response.
She then looked at herself in the mirror, remorse evident on her face. "I'm sorry mom." she whispered, feeling guilty for abandoning her family and shattering their reputation.
I moved closer to her and hugged her from behind, expressing my support. "Don't feel guilty," I reassured her. "You have the right not to want to get married when they refused to listen to your feelings." I turned her to face me. "You're right," she agreed. She held my hands, and I picked up the bag.
We were now ready to leave, our plan in motion.
Author's Pov
Advik and Tanya had found their love, and Tanya confessed her feelings for him. They were filled with happiness and agreed to spend their whole lives together. They decided to run away through the back door of the house.
They both looked into each other's eyes before taking steps toward the door, but suddenly the door opened.
Their eyes widened, and their faces turned pale. Tanya's legs trembled slightly as she saw the person in front of her. "Tanishka," she whispered in a low voice.
A few minutes earlier, Tanishka had composed herself to get up. There was still pain in her ankle, but she knew that if she didn't go to Tanya, Kashiv would yell at her and accuse her of faking her pain. So, she gathered her courage and got up. She slowly walked toward Tanya's room and opened the door.
But her eyes widened when she saw Tanya with a guy. She looked at Tanya's condition-no jewelry, tear stains on her face, and there was a bag in the guy's hand. "Tanya, where are you going and who is he?" she asked, her eyes still wide.
A tension filled the room between Tanya, Advik, and Tanishka. They were all looking into each other's eyes. There was fear in Tanya's and Advik's eyes, and curiosity in Tanishka's eyes.
Tanishka stepped inside the room and closed the door behind her. Then her gaze fell on their hands, which they were holding tightly. "Who is he, Tanya?" she asked again.
Tanya looked at Advik and then back at Tanishka. "Tanishka, I'll tell you everything, please don't tell anyone." Tanishka crossed her arms at her words and asked again, "Just say it, I won't tell anyone." Tanya and Advik exchanged glances before Tanya took a deep breath and began to explain everything.
Tanishka's eyes widened with every word Tanya spoke. She couldn't believe that these things happened in real life; she had only read about them in her fictional books. She looked at Advik and then at Tanya.
"Please, Tanishka, if you want to see me happy, then let us run away." Tanya held Tanishka's hand and sobbed. "But it's wrong," Tanishka whispered, pulling her hand away. Tanishka couldn't believe that Tanya was willing to run away, knowing this would destroy their family's reputation.
"what's wrong with this? When your mother was forcing her into that awful marriage, it was right, and now that we've confessed our love and want to be happy, it's wrong?" Advik's voice cut through the tension and sense of drama. Tanishka looked at Advik and then at her sister, who was sobbing and begging for love.
"Please, Tanishka, please," Tanya pleaded continuously, tears streaming down her face. "Tanya, I always want to see you happy, but right now I'm confused. On one side, this will destroy our family's reputation, and on the other, you'll be happy with your love," Tanishka said softly, tears filling her own eyes as she watched her sister, who cried very rarely, now burst into tears in front of her.
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