Date : 1.07.2024
Time : 11.21pm
Day : Monday..
In the Happily Glooming Mansion of The Diyash Family , there in a silent corner , where the lights were falling but No rays or hope was intruding in .
The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the lively chatter and bustling preparations downstairs.
There sat.. A Girl..
Sitting on a large and comfortable chair infront of the luxurious mirror .
She could hear the distant sounds of laughter and conversation, guests eagerly awaiting the ceremony.
She looked up in the mirror , Only to meet her Red , puffy , and swollen eyes..
Dry tears and Softness..
Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a reminder of the gravity of the day.
The mansion, a grand and sprawling estate, was adorned with the vibrant colors and rich textures of an Indian Hindu wedding.
The scent of marigolds and jasmine filled the air, mingling with the aroma of incense that wafted through the hallways. The walls were draped with elaborate silk fabrics in shades of red, gold, and maroon, creating an atmosphere of opulence and tradition.
In the room where She sat, intricate patterns of henna adorned her hands and feet, a symbol of the auspiciousness of the day. The furniture was antique, with carved wooden details and plush cushions embroidered with golden threads. A large window overlooked the lush gardens below, where strings of lights twinkled in the evening light, casting a magical glow over the scene.Garlands of fresh flowers-roses, marigolds, and jasmine-hung from every available surface, their colors bright and cheerful.
She shifted her heavy yet soothing gaze towards the roses..
" Eh Gulaab.. Kehte hai Rang gulaab ka Ishq ka Aitbaar karate hai , Par kya yeh wahi Gulaab nahi jisne Khoon se lipti uss gusse ki aag mei jhulsi , Nafrat ka aitbaar karate hai ? "
("Roses.. They say the Symbol of love you are.. But , Are not these the Roses dipped in blood and raged by anger , being symbol of hatred ? ")
She said , She hunged her head low and sighed heavily , feeling her defeat , feeling her heart being torn apart , feeling swayed away by every blowing breeze , feeling lost , feeling all of him in her , feeling all of his touches on her , feeling all of his smell on her , feeling broken in heart , feeling the end of her...
The ceiling was adorned with chandeliers, their crystal pendants catching the light and scattering it across the room in a dazzling display. Traditional Indian lamps, or diyas, added a warm, flickering glow, enhancing the serene and sacred ambiance.
She sat in front of the ornate mirror, the delicate fabric of her wedding dress cascading around her like a waterfall of silk. Her reflection stared back at her, a vision of radiance and beauty. Yet, behind the facade of the perfect bride, her eyes held a depth of emotion-a swirling storm of memories, regrets, and hopes.
The room was nothing compared to the lively chatter and bustling preparations downstairs if not for the decoration .
She lifted her hand and picked up a small silver hairpin from the vanity and twirled it between her fingers, her mind drifting back to a different time, a different life. The memories came flooding in, unbidden and relentless, pulling her into the past she had tried so hard to leave behind.
Once , she had been a sweet , lively , joyful , caring , supportive and a glowing girl.. who was raised by time , situation and life to be an spirited and ambitious AI engineer, newly graduated and full of dreams.
She was earlier bold, full of sunshine, and deeply emotional. Her days were filled with coding, innovation, and the thrill of pushing technological boundaries and afternoon spending in old-age homes or orphanages helping and making them happy ones . Her evening were spent with friends, laughing over coffee, discussing everything from the latest tech trends to the mysteries of the universe . Nights with mostly her family and three bestfriends of hers or sometimes Nightout with her brothers . Though she was the youngest child of the entire clan , she was never spoilt by anyone but surely she was too much loved by all her family members and bestfriends. She has been the kindest and the most important member of the family .
She was yet fearless , Never kept behind by anyone , unafraid to challenge the status quo, and determined to make her mark on the world. Her family , being army based , always let their daughter become the best .
But her happy life , her innocence , her happiness, her peace , all got played by a heartless creature..
She is Indrani Diyash.. The 'Perfect' Daughter , Sister , aunt , bestfriend , employee and the girl in her family's , society's, friend's and even in the Devil's eyes .
She was God's favourite child as no matter how harsh her life went in past , She used to get out of problems by god's grace after some time .
But when the devil's eyes landed on her , As if even the God looked away from her . Nobody could save her from the Devil's clutches.
When He entered her life. A wealthy and powerful businessman, he was everything she was not-obsessive, controlling, and darkly intense.
His presence was commanding, his intelligence intimidating. He had a way of seeing through people, understanding their deepest fears and desires. When their paths crossed, it was like a collision of two worlds. The spark between them was undeniable, but it was also the beginning of a dangerous game.
He not only killed her real self , but awakened her into someone she was never . He was her destroyer and the creator both . He killed her as many times she protected him.
A timeline of Teenage , The side eyeing contest of them both, the bickerings , everything flashed infront of her eyes as she sat in her wedding gown , tear slipped off her eyes and rolled down the cheeks , finally dripping from the chin to landing on her cleavage and falling in between her blouse , in her chest..
His obsessive tendencies and manipulative nature soon overshadowed the initial thrill of their connection. He was a master of control, a psychopath driven by power. He orchestrated every aspect of their relationship, leaving no room for her independence. His need to possess her was suffocating, his relentless pursuit turning her life into a labyrinth of obsession and manipulation.
Her once vibrant and carefree existence became overshadowed by his dark influence. She found herself constantly looking over her shoulder, feeling his presence even when he wasn't there. Her fearless independence clashed with his need for control, creating a volatile dynamic that left her emotionally drained. The bright, sunny days of her past were replaced by nights of tension and unease, as she struggled to maintain her dignity and sense of self.
Despite the darkness, Indrani fought back.
Her strategic mind and emotional strength became her weapons against his manipulations. She pushed boundaries, challenged his control, and refused to be a pawn in his twisted game , finally questioning him for his behaviour .
It was a battle of wits and wills, with each trying to outmaneuver the other. The tension between them was electrifying, but it also took a toll on her spirit.
She , no matter , how many times denied, It was the truth..
She loved him way more than he deserved.
Maybe still she craved for his clutches , his presence, his aura , him completely..
She wasn't his girlfriend or love interest , but a friend instead . He played with her in friendship, driving her crazier and she , unwantedly , fell in love .
Now, as she sat in her wedding dress, ready to marry a man who loved her without conditions, Indrani reflected on how far she had come. She had emerged from the shadows of her past stronger and more resilient. The scars of her relationship with him were still there, but they were a testament to her survival and determination to reclaim her life but the testament was not stronger than her wish to be back in his arms , though he was the one who used her .
She was blind , she was dead , she was stupid to never listen to anyone and falling for him and protecting him , despite the uncountable warnings from her closed ones.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself against the flood of memories but failed gradually.
Today was about new beginnings, about embracing a future free from the shadows of her past. She set the hairpin down and had to be ready to face the day with a heart full of hope and the strength of a woman who had fought through the darkness and found her way back to the light .
But what in her mind , soul , heart and in her portion of body was.... Anuruddha Dashyant!
Her disaster
Her Heartbreaker..
The lier
The betrayer
The killer
The one who broke her trust and faith..
The Man of Madness..
She drowned in completely the past , the memories.. everything that is related to him...
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