Disha and Kajal arrive home from temple, chatting as they sit on the sofa. Meanwhile, Disha's parents enter the living room with two large suitcases. Disha becomes a bit confused upon seeing the suitcases, but then it hits her that it must be her belongings. As this realization dawns on her, tears fill Disha's eyes. The same sentiment is mirrored in her parents' eyes. Their beloved daughter is bidding farewell to this home forever.
Disha's mother can't hold back her emotions, embracing Disha and breaking into tears. It seems like the entire room has become emotional.
In the midst of laughter, banter, and emotional moments, Disha and her family got ready for the big day. Disha adorned herself in a breathtaking maroon bridal lehenga. The intricate design featured exquisite thread and velvet embroidery, along with delicate sequin work. The blouse was a work of art with fine embroidery, giving it a charming appeal. The ensemble was completed with a light maroon sheer dupatta and a contrasting lavish velvet red dupatta, striking a perfect balance between elegance and grandeur.
The makeup artist and hairstylist worked their magic, highlighting Disha's features and creating a beautiful, messy bun that perfectly complemented her overall look. Adorned with carefully chosen accessories, Disha, now transformed from a 22-year-old girl into a confident and stunning woman, received numerous compliments.
As Disha's parents beheld their daughter in bridal attire, emotions welled up, and they managed to compose themselves. The entire entourage, adorned in their festive best, set out for the venue, ready to witness and celebrate the union of Disha and Aryan.
Disha, her family, some relatives and friends arrived at the venue where Aryan's family eagerly awaited them. As Disha stepped out of the car at the hotel entrance, Nita welcomed Aryan beside Disha, and both received an aarti together—a tradition that added to the anticipation. Aryan wore a sehera (forhead garland), and Disha had a ghunghat (veil) preventing them from seeing each other. Petals rained down, and the artists played the dhol (drum), creating a joyous atmosphere.
Soon, Sameer and Ishaan, along with others, joined in dancing and celebrating, made its way to the stage. In a short while, Disha and Aryan were led to the mandap, Before exchanging the jaimalas in the mandap, both Aryan and Disha had the opportunity to see each other. This is because Disha's face was no longer covered by the ghunghat, and Aryan's face was also not concealed by the sehera.
As the jaimala ceremony unfolded, Aryan was so captivated by Disha's beauty that he didn't realize she had already placed the garland on him. Sameer teased Aryan, reminding him it was his wedding and to handle himself. Disha, draped in bridal attire, behaved just like a bride, and her parents were emotional witnessing this transformation.
After the jaimala, the couple was seated before the sacred fire in the mandap. The priest chanted mantras, and with each mantra, Disha's anxiety heightened, while Aryan felt a surge of happiness. The Kanyadaan ritual was performed, symbolizing Disha's parents giving her hand in marriage. Then, Aryan was asked to fill Disha's maang (parting-line of hair) with sindoor, a moment that carried mixed emotions.
During the sindoor ceremony, a small drop of sindoor landed on Disha's nose, which Aryan intended to wipe away, but Nita stopped him, saying it signifies deep love when sindoor falls on the bride's nose. The Mangalsutra (nuptial chain) ceremony followed, and Aryan adorned Disha with the sacred nuptial chain. As they progressed to the pheras, Aryan noticed a teardrop escaping Disha's eyes.
The wedding rituals continued, and the saat pheras sealed their commitment to each other. Finally, the priest declared Aryan and Disha husband and wife, marking the culmination of their beautiful journey towards marriage.
After the marriage, Disha and Aryan sought the blessings of all the elders, and then the newlyweds were seated for the post-wedding feast.
There, they had the opportunity to break their fast together by feeding each other the first bite. It was a special moment for everyone.
All the guests and family members enjoyed the wedding feast, and with that, it was time for the Vidaai (farewell)
During the vidaai, Disha was shedding tears, embracing her parents tightly. Her tears didn't stop even when she hugged Kajal. Somehow composing themselves, Disha's parents placed her in Aryan's car, and then Aryan's family bid farewell to Disha's family before getting into their own car and leaving.
In the car, Disha continued to cry, not showing any signs of stopping. Aryan handed her a handkerchief, which Disha initially hesitated to take, but her tears compelled her to accept it. She used the handkerchief to wipe away her tears.
During the rest of the journey, Disha became unusually calm, and Aryan remained silent.
They soon arrived at Singhania Mansion, where an aarti was performed at the entrance for Disha and Aryan, followed by some more rituals.
Finally, all the ceremonies were completed, and Nita took Disha to Aryan's room.
"Beta you should rest now," Nita advised kindly. "You must be utterly drained. Your belongings from your home are already arranged in the closet. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call out to me."
With those caring words, Nita exited the room, leaving Disha to find solace in her new room.
The rest of the family dispersed to their own rooms, seeking respite after the day's exhaustive events.
Disha, exploring her closet, discovered an array of new sarees, anarkali dresses, and some Punjabi outfits, courtesy of her thoughtful mother. However, her mischievous friend had also managed to sneak in a surprise – a collection of revealing nightgowns, a characteristic move from Kajal.
With a lack of comfortable attire, and considering her aversion to heavy clothing for sleep, Disha's attention shifted to Aryan's wardrobe. Upon finding an array of black, brown, and grey suits, she couldn't help but wonder if he ever embraced a different color palette.
Opting for a quick shower to refresh herself, Disha was so fatigued from the day's events that she skipped the process of drying her hair. In the closet, she selected a light blue hoodie from Aryan's collection, letting it drape over her mid-thighs, eliminating the need for pants.
After entering the room, Disha draped herself completely with a blanket, concealing her legs and the borrowed hoodie. Exhausted, she lay down on bed, eventually succumbing to the embrace of sleep.
Aryan, standing alone on the terrace, found solace in a drink as thoughts about Disha continued to torment his heart and mind. The turmoil within him felt like the most significant failure to date.
Having emptied a bottle of alcohol and considering the late hour, Aryan decided it was time to retire to his room, assuming that Disha must have already fallen asleep. He descended the stairs, intending to put an end to this night's emotional struggle.
As Aryan entered his room, an unusual calmness prevailed, yet he could discern the faint sound of Disha's gentle breathing. Without further ado, he headed straight to the bathroom, opting for a quick shower. Wrapping a towel around him, he entered the closet. Dressed in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, he emerged from the closet, ready to confront the remaining hours of the night.
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Aryan, still under the influence of alcohol, found it difficult to maintain proper balance as he made his way toward the bed. The room was shrouded in darkness as the lights remained switched off, posing a challenge for him to navigate with clarity. Upon pressing the switch, the abrupt burst of brightness prompted Aryan to reflexively close his eyes. When he opened them again, the initial sight that greeted him were Disha's gracefully exposed legs, positioned outside the blanket in a captivating display.
Aryan, intending to go towards the sofa, couldn't help but notice the hoodie Disha was wearing. Confusion and unease enveloped him as he grappled with the presence of the hoodie—she shouldn't be wearing; the hoodie was supposed to be inside. The initial disbelief shifted to anger, fueled by the lingering effects of alcohol, as Aryan approached Disha.
The hoodie, adorned with the initials "AP," triggered a surge of rage within Aryan. In a fit of anger, he forcefully pulled the blanket, causing both Disha and the blanket to tumble to the floor. Aryan's emotions intensified as he reached out and seized Disha's hair, pulling her upright.
Disha, already in pain, struggled to comprehend the sudden turn of events. Aryan's aggression escalated further as he grasped her hands, causing her additional distress. Tears welled up in Disha's eyes as she pleaded,"Aryan, please let go of my hair. Aryan, it's hurting, Aryan....
Before she could complete her plea, Aryan forcefully pushed her, and Disha collided with the wall.
Disha, struggling, managed to steady herself by grabbing onto the wall. She had seen Aryan angry before, but today, witnessing his rage, fear crept over her, and she stood there trembling.
Aryan, still consumed by anger, forcefully lifted Disha's chin to make her look at him. Disha, frightened by his actions, had closed her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her face. Aryan's grip tightened on her chin, and as Disha winced in pain, she reluctantly opened her eyes. In Aryan's intense gaze, all she could see was anger and hatred.
"How dare you wear this?" Aryan yelled, his frustration evident.
Aryan's actions and anger had paralyzed Disha's ability to think. She couldn't comprehend what Aryan was saying. Seeing confusion on Disha's face, Aryan's anger seemed to reached it's peak. He forcefully grabbed Disha's hair, causing her to scream.
Shouting loudly, Aryan demanded, "How dare you touch my clothes?" It was then that Disha realized Aryan's anger was directed at the hoodie she was wearing. Disha tried to explain the situation, but Aryan, without listening, threw her onto the bed.
Disha, still crying and frightened, felt an inexplicable fear. A strange kind of terror had taken hold of her. Trembling, she tried to move away on the bed, as if trying to escape from Aryan.
Undeterred, Aryan grabbed one of Disha's legs, pulling her towards him. He positioned himself over her, securing her arms above her head with one hand and holding her legs between his. Disha was immobilized and unable to move.
Disha, with tears streaming down her face, pleaded with Aryan, "Aryan, please release me. I promise I'll never interfere with your belongings again. Please, Aryan." Her voice trembled with fear and desperation as she sought mercy from Aryan's intense anger.
In the heat of anger, Aryan appeared oblivious to Disha's tears and pleas, as if he had become impervious to her emotions. Driven by fury, he engaged in forceful and aggressive kisses, occasionally biting her lips, intensifying her pain. Disha, still shedding tears, tried to communicate her distress through her eyes, seeking some form of understanding from Aryan, who seemed relentless in his forceful actions.
Aryan forcefully kissed Disha's upper lips, causing her to gasp, and taking advantage of the opportunity, Aryan inserted his tongue into Disha's mouth, kissing her forcefully. Disha sensed the bitter taste of alcohol lingering in her mouth, and it left her with a profound sense of discomfort.
In a final attempt to save herself, Disha, with considerable struggle, managed to free her hands from Aryan's grip. As he was still engrossed in kissing and biting her lips.
Despite her efforts, Disha's small hands couldn't budge Aryan. She desperately tried to push him away, placing both hands on Aryan's shoulders, but it proved futile as he remained unresponsive to her attempts.
As Aryan, became breathless from continuous kissing, released Disha's lips to catch his breath, Disha seized the opportunity, placing both hands on her lips and breaking into uncontrollable sobs.
It was as if Aryan suddenly realized the gravity of his actions. He swiftly stood up, leaving Disha utterly shattered. In a state of complete breakdown, Disha continued crying loudly, and her hands remained on her lips.
Aryan, witnessing Disha's heartbreaking state, felt overwhelming shame. The rage that had gripped him was now replaced by disbelief at the heinous act he had committed. Disha's cries resonated in Aryan's heart like a thousand needles.
Unable to face the consequences of his actions, Aryan remained frozen. Disha, driven by fear, moved to the other end of the bed, keeping a significant distance from Aryan.
Disha, with a mix of fear and anguish in her eyes, stared at Aryan, who now stood in silence, grappling with the weight of guilt and remorse. The room, once filled with tension and aggression, now echoed with Disha's sobs.
Aryan, his face reflecting the internal turmoil, struggled to find words to express the regret that consumed him. He couldn't bear the sight of Disha in such distress.
Aryan was feeling terrible for Disha, and he was also angry at himself for his actions.
Aryan knew that if he stayed in the room, Disha's fear wouldn't subside, and she wouldn't be able to sleep. Aryan was aware that even after leaving the room, Disha wouldn't find peace. The impact of Aryan's despicable actions would linger heavily on Disha's heart and mind.
Aryan, too, did not want to stay there because witnessing Disha's distress was tormenting his own soul.
Lowering his head, Aryan went towards the door, opened it, and stood there for a while. In a somber and remorseful tone, Aryan said, "Disha, I am sorry." Every word felt like a slap on Aryan's face because he knew his apology wouldn't change anything.
Having said this, Aryan closed the door and left. At the same moment, Disha sat in a corner of the bed, crying.
This night became incredibly difficult for both of them, one haunted by the coercion of the past and burdened by the sin he committed.
Other was weeping, burdened by the consequences of her own actions, grappling with the regret of choices that had brought her to this poignant crossroads.