At Reyansh's house, the morning was filled with excitement. The entrance was decorated with flowers, trays of sweets lined the tables, and cousins rehearsed their dance steps in the courtyard. The elders sat together, waiting eagerly, their hearts full of anticipation for Aroohi's family's arrival.

Meanwhile, at Aroohi's house, Chacha, Chachi, and Priya Bhabhi were dressed and ready. Their laughter filled the rooms as they packed gifts and prepared to leave.
"Chalo, ab nikalte hain," Chacha said firmly, leading the way.

But Aarav was still in his meeting, and Aroohi herself was at the hospital for a routine check-up. The family decided not to wait.
"Hum pehle chale jaate hain. Aarav aur Aroohi baad mein aa jaayenge," Priya explained.

They left for Reyansh's house, unaware that Reyansh's family believed Aroohi and Aarav were coming along with them.

At Reyansh's home, the family stood ready at the entrance, smiles on their faces, waiting to greet the guests. Inside, Reyansh sat quietly, his gaze lingering on the doorway, expecting to see Aroohi step in at any moment.

Chacha, Chachi, and Priya Bhabhi stepped out, their laughter carrying the warmth of the occasion. Reyansh's family greeted them with hugs and smiles, ushering them inside. The atmosphere was festive, voices overlapping with excitement.

But as the initial greetings settled, a quiet realization spread. Aroohi and Aarav were nowhere to be seen.

Priya Bhabhi explained gently,
"Woh dono thoda late aayenge. Aarav meeting mein hai aur Aroohi hospital se aa rahi hai."

For a moment, Reyansh's family exchanged surprised glances. They had expected the bride-to-be to walk in with her family, her presence lighting up the room. Instead, there was a pause, a gap filled only with anticipation.

Reyansh remained calm, his gaze steady, though inside his heart whispered with impatience. "Meri jaan abhi nahi aayi... par aayegi. Aur uske bina yeh ghar adhoora lag raha hai."

The elders quickly smoothed over the moment, laughter returning as they led Chacha, Chachi, and Priya inside. The preparations continued, but everyone knew the real excitement would begin only when Aroohi and Aarav arrived.

The living room at Reyansh's house was filled with chatter as Chacha, Chachi, and Priya Bhabhi settled in. The elders exchanged warm smiles, while cousins teased and laughed.

Riya looked around curiously, noticing someone missing. She leaned toward Vaanya and asked,
"Bhabhi Ishita bhi nahi aayi abhi?"

Vaanya smiled knowingly, her tone calm and reassuring.
"Woh Aroohi ke saath aaegi."

The family nodded, understanding at once. The anticipation grew stronger—everyone was waiting not just for Aarav, but especially for Aroohi, whose presence would light up the room. Reyansh sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the doorway, his heart whispering with impatience.

Karan noticed and smirked, leaning closer with a playful tone.
"Reyansh bhai, darwaaze ko dekhne se Aroohi nahi aa jaayegi."

The room erupted in laughter. Riya clapped her hands, joining in the tease, while Vaanya shook her head with a smile. Even the elders chuckled softly, amused at Reyansh's silent anticipation.

Reyansh didn't reply, only curved his lips into a faint smile. Inside, his heart whispered, "Unhe kya pata... mere liye har pal uska intezaar kar hai."

 The family laughter echoing as Riya, Karan, Vikram, Vihaan, and Arjun teased Reyansh about his restless eyes fixed on the door. Chacha, Chachi, and Priya Bhabhi smiled warmly, enjoying the playful atmosphere.

But then Chachu's voice broke the flow, calm yet heavy with emotion.
"Mujhe tum sabse ek baat kehni hai... Aroohi ke baare mein."

The room fell silent. Everyone turned toward him, sensing the weight in his tone.

"When Aroohi's parents died, she became very quiet. But the death that shook her the most was her father's. Because... us raat woh unke saath thi. Main jaanta hoon, woh mujhe kabhi nahi batayegi, par us raat ke nightmares abhi tak usse satate hain."

His words hung in the air, pulling the laughter into stillness. Reyansh's maa looked at him with concern, while the siblings exchanged uneasy glances.

Chachu's eyes softened, but his voice carried a firmness.
"Main jaanta hoon, tum sab usse hamesha khush dekhte ho—dreamy, playful, crying over fictional heroes. Lekin uske andar ek dard hai jo woh chhupati hai. Agar yeh baat sunkar tumhe lagta hai ki shaadi todni hai... toh mujhe abhi bata do."

The room froze. Reyansh's siblings and friends were stunned, the elders looked at each other in disbelief. Reyansh himself sat quietly, his heart tightening at the thought of Aroohi's hidden pain.

The room was heavy after Chachu's revelation about Aroohi's hidden pain. Silence lingered, everyone processing the truth.

Reyansh finally spoke, his voice steady and filled with conviction.
"Aisa kabhi nahi hoga. Main hamesha uska saath dunga. Jo bhi dard uske andar hai, main usse kabhi akela mehsoos nahi hone dunga."

His words carried weight, and one by one, the others nodded in agreement. Riya's eyes softened, Karan's teasing smile faded into seriousness, Vikram folded his arms with quiet respect, and even Vihaan and Arjun exchanged approving glances.

But then vikram leaned forward, his voice calm yet curious.
" yeh sab theek hai. Lekin us raat kya hua tha? Uske pita ke saath... aapko pata hai na?"

The room turned to Chachu again. He sighed, his eyes heavy with memories.
" woh raat meri beti ke liye sabse bada zakham hai. Lekin yeh kehna mera haq nahi hai. Jab Aroohi khud comfortable hogi, tab woh tum sabko batayegi. Abhi ke liye... bas itna samajh lo ki uske nightmares us raat se jude hain."

The family fell silent again, respect filling the air. They understood that some truths could only be spoken by Aroohi herself.

Reyansh's gaze lingered on the door, his heart restless. He had promised to stand by her—and he meant every word.

The courtyard fell silent as Aarav's car pulled in. Aarav stepped out first, his face unusually tense, Ishita following close behind with worry etched in her eyes. Then Aroohi appeared—her dupatta fluttering, her steps firm, her face set in an expression no one had ever seen before.

Her eyes burned with anger, her jaw tightened, and her presence carried a weight that silenced the laughter inside. Without hesitation, she walked straight past everyone and went to her Chacha. Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him tightly, almost desperately, as if seeking shelter.

The room froze. Reyansh's siblings—Riya, Karan, Vikram—and his friends Vihaan and Arjun exchanged stunned glances. The elders looked at each other in disbelief.

They had seen Aroohi happy, playful, crying over fictional heroes, even lost in her dramatic imagination. But this—this raw anger, this fierce embrace—was something entirely new.

Aarav and Ishita, standing just behind her, exchanged a knowing look. They weren't surprised. They already knew what had happened, and that knowledge weighed heavily on them. Aarav's brows furrowed, his protective instinct rising, while Ishita's hand lingered on his arm, her eyes filled with quiet concern.

The rest of the family, however, remained in shock, whispering among themselves, trying to understand what could have shaken Aroohi so deeply.

Yet Chachi Vanya, Ishita, Priya Bhabhi, and Aarav weren't shocked. They knew her too well. Whenever Aroohi was angry or something troubled her deeply, she only went to her Chachu. He was her anchor, her safe place.

Aarav's eyes softened with concern, Ishita's hand lingered on his arm, and Priya Bhabhi exchanged a knowing glance with Vanya. They understood what the others did not—that this hug wasn't just affection, it was Aroohi's way of pouring out her storm without words.

Reyansh's maa, unable to hold back her concern, turned toward Aarav and Ishita. Her voice was gentle but filled with worry:
"Beta... yeh kya hua? Aroohi itni gusse mein kyun lag rahi hai? Humne kabhi usse aise nahi dekha."

Aarav and Ishita exchanged a quick glance. They already knew the reason behind her storm, the weight she carried. Aarav's brows furrowed, his protective instinct rising, while Ishita's eyes softened with quiet understanding.

Chachu gently stroked her hair, his voice calm but firm as he looked at Aarav.
"Aarav... batao, kya hua? Meri beti itni gusse mein kyun hai?"

Aarav exchanged a glance with Ishita, both of them already knowing the truth. He sighed, his tone serious yet protective.
"papa... she just got into a fight. You know how Aroohi is—jab gusse mein hoti hai, toh control karna mushkil ho jaata hai. isne us aadmi ko maar diya... . Thankfully, main aur Ishita sahi waqt par pahunch gaye. Humne isse rok liya."

Gasps filled the room. Reyansh's siblings—Riya, Karan, Vikram—and his friends Vihaan and Arjun looked at each other in shock. They had never imagined Aroohi, the girl who cried over fictional heroes and laughed at silly dramas, could unleash such fury in real life.

Chachu's arms tightened around her, his voice soft but steady.
"Bas... ab main hoon na. Tumhe kuch nahi hoga."

Aroohi closed her eyes, her anger slowly melting into the comfort of his embrace, while the rest of the family struggled to process this new, fiery side of her. Reyansh, watching silently, felt his heart stir—this was a part of Aroohi he had never seen, and it made her even more mysterious to him.

Chachu held her tightly, his voice calm but firm.
"Aroohi... batao, tumne aisa kyun kiya?"

Aroohi's eyes were still burning with anger, but her voice carried the weight of what she had just witnessed.
"Main apne colleague ke saath round par thi. Tabhi humne dekha ki ek crowd jama hai. Jab hum wahan gaye, toh pata chala ki ek complicated pregnancy case tha. Humein turant sec-C karna pada... warna maa aur bachche dono ko bachana impossible tha."

She paused, her breath heavy, her grip on Chachu tightening.
"Par us family ne hum par hi gussa nikalna shuru kar diya. Kehne lage ki humne jaan bujhkar aisa kiya. Aur unki problem sirf yeh thi... ki bachcha ladki hai."

Her voice trembled with fury as she continued.
"Us ladki ke pati ne usse kaha—'Koi nahi, hum do mahine baad phir try karenge.' Even knowing ki uske liye yeh dangerous hai, uski jaan jaa sakti hai... phir bhi aisa kehna."

Aroohi's eyes glistened, her anger mixing with pain.
"Bas... main apna gussa control kar rahi thi. Tabhi woh ladki mujhe bulati hai, aur kehti hai—'Beat that man.' Aur main... main apne aap ko rok nahi paayi. Maine usse maara, aur usse itna bura-bhala kaha."

But Aarav, Ishita, Vanya, Chachi, and Priya Bhabhi stood quietly, their faces calm. They knew this about her—whenever Aroohi was angry or shaken, she only sought her Chachu's embrace.

Chachu's arms tightened around her, his voice steady and protective.
"Bas... ab main hoon na. Tumne jo kiya, woh galat nahi tha. Par tumhe apna gussa sambhalna hoga, Aroohi."

Reyansh, watching silently, felt his heart stir. This was a side of Aroohi he had never imagined—brave, furious, and deeply human. And in that moment, she became even more mysterious to him.

Riya leaned closer to Karan, her voice low but worried.
"Main toh soch bhi nahi sakti thi Aroohi aisa kar sakti hai..."

Karan smirked nervously, trying to lighten the mood.
"Bas, ab toh lagta hai Reyansh bhai ko Aroohi ko sambhalna mushkil hoga. Agar gusse mein aayi toh..." He left the sentence hanging, earning a sharp elbow from Riya.

Vikram, more serious, shook his head.
"Ye gussa... ye toh alag hi roop hai. Par jo kaha usne, woh sach hai. Us ladki ke pati ki baat... insaaniyat ke khilaaf thi."

Vihaan and Arjun exchanged stunned looks, whispering,
"Yeh woh Aroohi nahi jo hum jaante the. Yeh toh... ek fighter hai."

Meanwhile, Reyansh sat quietly, his gaze fixed on her. He didn't join the whispers, didn't tease. His heart was stirred by something deeper. "Yeh ladki... apne gusse mein bhi sach ke liye ladti hai. Aur shayad isi wajah se mujhe usse aur zyada samajhna hoga."

The room was still heavy after Aroohi's fiery words. Everyone sat stunned, whispers fading into silence. Reyansh's maa stepped forward, her eyes moist with concern. She placed a gentle hand on Aroohi's head, her voice trembling yet full of warmth.

"Beta... tumne jo kiya, woh galat nahi tha. Tumne ek maa aur bachchi ki zindagi bachayi. Lekin gussa... gussa tumhe tod bhi sakta hai. Tumhe apne jazbaat ko sambhalna hoga."

Her blessing was both comfort and advice. She caressed Aroohi's hair, whispering softly,
"Tum bahut bahadur ho. Lekin apni taqat ko shanti mein badalna seekho."The elders nodded, their worry easing into pride.

The storm of Aroohi's anger had settled into silence. Chachu's embrace calmed her, and slowly, everyone found their seats. Aroohi sat close beside her Chachu, her hand still clutching his arm as if she feared letting go. Aarav and Ishita sat nearby, their eyes watchful, while the rest of the family gathered around.

For a moment, no one spoke. The weight of her words—the fight, the injustice she had witnessed—still lingered in the air. Then, as if to bring the atmosphere back to warmth, Chachi  gently smiled and said,
"Chalo... ab shaadi ki baatein karte hain. Itna gussa aur tension ab khatam. Ab humein khushiyon ki tayyari karni hai."

Priya Bhabhi nodded, her voice soft but cheerful.
"Haan, ab sabse important baat yeh hai ki Aroohi ki shaadi ke arrangements kaise honge."

The siblings immediately leaned in, their teasing spirits returning. Riya grinned at Reyansh.
"Bhai, ab toh tumhe aur bhi tayyar rehna hoga. Aroohi ke gusse ko sambhalna bhi tumhari zimmedari hogi."

Karan chuckled, adding,
"Bas, shaadi ke din agar Aroohi gusse mein aa gayi toh... Reyansh bhai, tumhari halat dekhne layak hogi!"

I am in my room, waiting. Today Aroohi's family is coming to our house to fix the marriage date. My heart feels restless, but in the best way.

I keep staring at my phone screen—her picture is my wallpaper. The way she smiles in that photo, the innocence in her eyes... it makes me forget everything else. I can't stop myself from smiling back at it, as if she can see me.

I am so happy. The thought that soon she will be mine, that I will get to call her my wife, fills me with a warmth I can't describe. I know she carries pain, I know she hides her scars, but I also know one thing—I will always stand by her.

Today isn't just about fixing a date. For me, it feels like the beginning of a new life. A life where Aroohi is beside me, where her laughter fills my home, and where her strength becomes my pride.

Inside, I whisper to myself: "Bas thoda aur intezaar... phir woh meri zindagi ka hissa ban jaayegi. Aur main usse kabhi akela mehsoos nahi hone dunga."

We were all waiting in the courtyard, the air filled with quiet anticipation. My heart was racing, restless, searching only for one face.

A car stopped at the gate. Chachu stepped out first, his calm presence filling the space. Chachi followed, her smile warm, and Priya Bhabhi came right behind them. I greeted them respectfully, folding my hands, doing everything as tradition demanded.

But inside me, my eyes were not steady. They kept drifting toward the car, hoping, searching. I was restless, waiting for her. For Aroohi.

Priya Bhabhi noticed my impatience. She smiled knowingly and said,
"Aarav aur Aroohi thodi der baad aayenge."

Her words made me pause. I nodded politely, but inside, my heart sank a little. The wait wasn't over yet. I tried to hide my eagerness, but everyone could see it—my eyes were betraying me.

We were all seated together when Chachu's voice grew heavy. He spoke about Aroohi's past, about how she became silent after her parents died, and how her father's death shook her the most. He said she still has nightmares from that night, though she never tells anyone. Then he looked at me and asked, almost testing my heart,
"If you want to cancel this wedding, you can."

For a moment, the room felt frozen. But inside me, there was no doubt, no hesitation. I looked straight at him and said firmly,
"Main hamesha uska saath dunga. Jo bhi ho, main usse kabhi akela mehsoos nahi hone dunga."

And in my mind, words echoed even stronger than what I spoke aloud: "I have found my peace, my sukoon, in Aroohi. How can I ever let her go? Never in this life, nor in any other life, I will leave her. She is mine."

The family nodded with me, their eyes softening, but I wasn't speaking for them. I was speaking for myself—for her. For the girl whose pain I wanted to heal, whose laughter I wanted to protect, and whose presence had already become my home.

We were all waiting when Aarav and Ishita finally arrived with Aroohi. My heart leapt, but the moment I saw her face, it froze. She wasn't smiling, she wasn't dreamy—she was angry. Her eyes burned, her steps were sharp, and without looking at any of us, she walked straight past and hugged her Chachu tightly.

I stood there, stunned. This wasn't the Aroohi I knew—the girl who lived in her fiction, who cried over heroes and laughed at silly dramas. This was someone else, someone fierce.

Chachu, sensing the storm in her, asked Aarav softly,
"Aarav... batao, kya hua? Aroohi itni gusse mein kyun hai?"

Aarav sighed, his tone serious.
"She just got into a fight. You know how she is when she's angry... she beat a man. Thankfully, Ishita and I reached in time to stop her."

The words hit me like a shock. She beat a man? My mind reeled. The girl I thought I knew—the one who lived in her imagination—had done something I never believed possible.

Inside, my thoughts whispered: "Yeh ladki... sirf apne fiction mein nahi jeeti. Uske andar ek aag hai. Aur main... main usse aur samajhna chahta hoon. Shayad uske har roop mein mera sukoon chhupa hai."

Aroohi sat beside her Chachu, her face still burning with anger. I couldn't take my eyes off her. The girl I thought I knew—the one who lived in her fiction, who cried over heroes and smiled at small things—was suddenly someone else. Fierce. Real.

Chachu's voice was gentle but firm as he asked,
"Beta... batao, tumne aisa kyun kiya?"

And then she spoke. Her words poured out like fire. She explained how she was on rounds with her colleague, how they saw a crowd, how a complicated pregnancy case forced them to perform a sec-C to save both mother and child. She said the family lashed out, accusing them of doing it deliberately, just because the baby was a girl.

Her voice trembled with fury as she repeated the husband's cruel words: "Koi nahi, hum do mahine baad phir try karenge." Even knowing it could kill his wife, he said it so casually.

I felt my chest tighten. How could someone be so heartless?

Aroohi's eyes glistened as she continued,
"Main apna gussa control kar rahi thi. Tabhi woh ladki mujhe bulati hai, aur kehti hai—'Beat that man.' Aur main... main apne aap ko rok nahi paayi. Maine usse maara, aur itna bura-bhala kaha."

Chachi's gentle voice broke the tension.
"Bas, ab shaadi ki baatein karte hain. Gussa aur pareshaani apni jagah hai, par ab humein khushiyon ki tayyari karni hai."

Everyone nodded and began to settle down. Chairs shifted, voices softened, and the atmosphere slowly turned toward warmth again.

I sat among them, but my eyes... they weren't on the conversation. They were only on her.

Aroohi sat beside her Chachu, her head tilted slightly, her eyes closed. She looked exhausted, as if the weight of her anger and pain had drained her completely. Yet even in that silence, she seemed powerful—like a storm that had just passed, leaving behind a quiet strength.

I couldn't look away. The family was talking about marriage dates, rituals, arrangements, but my heart was caught in that single image—her sitting close to Chachu, her eyes shut, her presence filling the room without a word.

Inside, I whispered to myself:
"Yeh ladki... meri sukoon hai. Chahe woh hansi mein ho, aansuon mein ho, ya gusse mein. Main usse kabhi akela mehsoos nahi hone dunga. Shaadi ke baad, main uske har dard ko apna bana loonga."

And then, as if they couldn't resist, my siblings started teasing.

Riya leaned forward with a mischievous grin.
"Bhai... ab toh tumhe practice karni hogi. Aroohi ke gusse ko sambhalna easy nahi hoga."

Karan chuckled, adding,
"Bas shaadi ke din agar Aroohi gusse mein aa gayi toh... Reyansh bhai, tumhari halat dekhne layak hogi!"

Even Vikram, usually serious, smirked.
"Shaadi ke baad tumhe sirf ek cheez yaad rakhni hogi—Aroohi hamesha sahi hoti hai."

Their laughter filled the room, but I didn't join in. My heart was too full, too focused. I smiled faintly, but inside, my thoughts were steady:
"Tum sab mazaak kar lo. Mujhe pata hai, main uske har roop ko apna bana loonga. Chahe woh dreamy ho, chahe woh gusse mein ho. Aroohi meri sukoon hai... aur main usse kabhi akela mehsoos nahi hone dunga."

I glanced at her again. She hadn't opened her eyes, but I felt her presence stronger than ever. And in that moment, even with all the teasing, I knew—this marriage wasn't just about dates and rituals. It was about a promise. A promise I had already made in my heart.

We were all sitting together when Karan leaned forward, his grin mischievous as ever. He looked straight at Aroohi and said,
"Waise Aroohi, tumhe thoda bura lag raha hoga na? Tum toh Bilal Abbas Khan se nikkah karna chahti thi... aur yahan tumhari shaadi iss emotionless insaan se ho rahi hai."

The room burst into laughter—Riya giggling, Vikram shaking his head, even Vihaan and Arjun smirking.

But me? I froze for a second. His words stung, not because they were meant to tease, but because they touched something deep inside me. Emotionless insaan. That's what they call me. Maybe it's true—I don't show much, I don't speak much. But inside, I was burning with feelings no one could see.

My eyes went to Aroohi. She was still sitting beside Chachu, her eyes closed, her face calm after all the storm. And in that moment, I thought:
"Tum sab mazaak kar lo. Chahe woh Bilal Abbas Khan ho ya koi aur... Aroohi meri hai. Uske sukoon mein main hoon. Uske dard mein main hoon. Aur main usse kabhi akela mehsoos nahi hone dunga. Emotionless insaan? Shayad. Lekin uske liye main apna sab kuch de dunga."

I smiled faintly, not at Karan's joke, but at the truth only I knew.

The laughter from Karan's teasing was still echoing when suddenly Aroohi opened her eyes. For a moment, the room fell silent, waiting for her response. Her gaze was steady, her voice calm but carrying a weight that silenced every smile.

She said softly, almost like poetry:
"Aarzoo-e-faqat hai ki uske saath zindagi guzarun... par Khuda ko yeh manzoor nahi."

Her words pierced through me. Everyone else looked stunned, but for me, it was something deeper. It felt like she was speaking from a place of pain, from the scars that Chachu had revealed earlier.

Everyone turned to look at Aroohi after her poetic words, the silence heavy in the room. But her family didn't react with shock—they seemed calm, almost knowing.

That's when Vanya Chachi smiled softly and explained,
"Yeh roop ke saath aapko aur bhi roop milenge. Aroohi jo kitab padhti hai, jo drama dekhti hai... unki language mein baat karti hai. Abhi Bilal ki baat ki hai, isliye is tarah bol rahi hai."

The tension eased a little. My siblings chuckled, realizing she wasn't speaking from despair but from her habit of slipping into the language of her stories and dramas.

But me... I was still caught in her words. Even if it was inspired by fiction, it carried a weight, a depth that touched me. I thought to myself:
"Chahe woh apne dramas ki zubaan mein bole, chahe apne dard ki kahani sunaye... har lafz mere dil tak pahunchta hai. Yeh ladki meri sukoon hai. Aur main uske har roop ko apna bana loonga."

I kept watching her, mesmerized. To the world, it might have been just another dramatic line. But to me, it was a glimpse into her soul.

Just then, Pandit ji arrived. Everyone stood respectfully as he settled down with his bag of books and charts. He asked for our birth details, and after carefully matching our kundalis, he looked up with a calm smile.

"You both are meant for each other," he said firmly. "Aapke milan mein koi badha nahi hai. Ek mahina baad ek shubh din aa raha hai—us din shaadi karna sabse uttam hoga."

The words echoed in my heart. One month. Just one month, and she would be mine forever.

My siblings cheered, the elders nodded with satisfaction, and the atmosphere filled with excitement. But me—I was lost in my own world. My eyes went to Aroohi again. She was still sitting beside her Chachu, her eyes closed, her presence calm yet powerful.

Pandit ji's words were still echoing in my heart—"You both are meant for each other." And then, after checking the charts again, he smiled and said,
"Ek mahine baad shaadi ke liye shubh din hai. Aur ek hafte baad engagement karna sabse uttam rahega."

The family erupted in excitement. Riya clapped her hands, Karan whistled, and Vikram smirked, already planning how to tease me more. Chachi and Priya Bhabhi exchanged happy glances, while Dadu's eyes shone with blessings.

But me... I was lost in my own world. Engagement. In just one week, Aroohi would officially be mine in front of everyone. The thought made my chest tighten with joy.

I looked at her again—still sitting beside Chachu, her eyes closed, her presence calm after the storm. And inside, my heart whispered:
"Bas ek hafte ka intezaar... phir tum meri ho jaogi. Yeh sirf ek rasam nahi hai, yeh meri zindagi ka sabse bada din hoga. Tum meri sukoon ho, Aroohi. Aur main tumhe kabhi akela mehsoos nahi hone dunga."

The family kept talking about preparations, but I couldn't hear them clearly. My mind was already painting the picture of that day—her in engagement attire, her hand in mine, her eyes meeting mine.

stay tuned for next chapter

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author ikku ❤️