I never imagined my wedding day would feel like a funeral.
The red lahenga felt heavier than my own body, my hands trembling as i adjusted the veil. Outside, the music was loud, guests were laughing- but inside me , everything was silent.
This wasn't love.
This was a deal.
"Get ready the groom has arrived", my aunt whispered, her voice sharp, as if reminding me i had no choice.
I closed my eyes for a second.
This marriage was a only way to save my family. My father business was drowning in debth, and the man i was about to marry... he was the only one who could fix it.
But there was one problem.
He hated me.
I had seen it in his eyes the first time we met- cold, distant, almost like i was nothing more than a burden he was forced to carry.
"Smile," someone said, pulling me towards the stage.
I forced my lips to curve, even as my heart felt like it was breaking with every step.
And then i saw him.
Standing there in a ivory sherwani, calm, powerful.... and completely unreadable.
My husband.
As i stood beside him, the preist began the rituals, chanting words that are supposed to bind us for life.
His hand brush against mine.
A simple touch.
But it sent a strange shiver down my spine.
Not fear.
Something else. Something dangerous.
I quickly pulled my hand away but he noticed.
Of course he did.
Leaning slightly closer , just enough for only me to hear, he whispered-
"Don't misunderstood this marriage."
My breath caught.
"This is not love," he continued coldly. "Its a responsibility . Nothing more."
His words felt like ice.
I swallowed, forcing myself to stay composed.
"Then don't act like its anything else, i replied quietly , surprising even myself.
For a movement, there was silence.
Then- very slowly- he turned his head towards me.
And for the first time...
I saw something changed in his eyes.
Not softness. Not anger.
Something deeper. Something i could not understand.
But it made my heart race.
The rituals ended. The crowd cheered. We were officially married.
Bound together.
Not by love.
But by a secret..... and a deal i was starting to regret.
Because deep down , i had a feeling....
This man wasn't just my husband.
He was going to destroy me.
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