His Unintended Bride
EP 1
A dimly lit bridal room, adorned with soft white lights and floral decorations. Nitya Mehra stands in front of the mirror, dressed in a stunning wedding attire.
Her face reflects a mix of sorrow, regret, and exhaustion. Her voice carries a quiet but heavy tone as she begins to speak
Nitya Mehra/FL
Sometimes fate's greatest cruelty is giving you everything you wanted in the wrong way...
Nitya Mehra/FL
[with a sarcastic, sad voice, eyes glistening with unshed tears]
Today is my marriage.
Nitya Mehra/FL
[pausing, her voice trembling slightly]
With the person I’ve loved for the past 11 years.
Stares into the mirror, her eyes filling with tears as a bitter smile crosses her lips
Nitya Mehra/FL
[voice breaking]
But I didn’t want to marry him.
Takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, her hands clenched to stop the tears from falling
Nitya Mehra/FL
At least… not like this
Gazes deeply at her reflection, as if confronting herself
Nitya Mehra/FL
[softly but firmly]
To understand my story… to understand why I’m standing here in my sister’s place… you need to go back two months.
Her expression hardens as she straightens herself, the weight of her memories almost visible in her posture
Nitya Mehra/FL
Two months before my older sister’s wedding. Before everything changed
Her voice drops to a whisper as her gaze darkens
Nitya Mehra/FL
How I got here... and what’s happening to my story... is something you need to see for yourself
She gives her reflection one last, lingering look, as if sealing her emotions deep inside, before turning away from the mirror and heading toward the door with quiet resolve
A dimly lit groom's room, the soft hum of wedding preparations drifting through the air. Anshul Tiwari stands by the window, his figure outlined by the golden light of the setting sun.
His face is a canvas of anguish, his eyes heavy with unspoken grief as he stares into the distance
Anshul Tiwari/ML
They say time heals all wounds... but how do you heal from a betrayal that still echoes in the room?
He leans his forehead against the glass, his breath fogging the window slightly. His voice is low, almost a whisper, filled with bitterness and pain
Anshul Tiwari/ML
The vows I prepared... every word, every promise... they were for her. The life I built in my mind, the future I dreamed of—it was all with her
He closes his eyes tightly, as if trying to erase the memories that flood his mind. His hands clench into fists, his knuckles whitening from the effort to keep his emotions in check
Anshul Tiwari/ML
And now… now I’m here, standing at the edge of a future I never wanted. A marriage to someone who isn’t her
His voice breaks, and he turns away from the window, pacing the room as though trying to escape his own thoughts. Each step feels heavy, a reminder of the weight he carries. He stops abruptly, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
Anshul Tiwari/ML
What did I do to deserve this? What crime did I commit to be punished like this?
His words grow louder, filled with the raw agony of someone searching for answers in a world that has only given him silence.
He turns back to the window, his reflection staring back at him, mocking him with his own vulnerability.
Anshul Tiwari/ML
Is it wrong to imagine your life with someone you like? To hope, to believe in a future together? Was it wrong to trust her... to give her my heart so completely?
He pauses, his voice softening into something fragile, as though even speaking the next words will break him. His eyes glisten with unshed tears, but he refuses to let them fall
Anshul Tiwari/ML
In the end… she broke my heart.
He exhales shakily, his shoulders slumping as he finally lets the truth settle in. The silence in the room feels deafening, amplifying the weight of his sorrow
Anshul Tiwari/ML
She left me. Just like that. Without a goodbye, without an explanation. She left me to pick up the pieces of a life we built together... alone.
He looks back at the window, the world outside feeling so distant, so unattainable. He places his hand against the cold glass, as though trying to reach for something that’s no longer there
Anshul Tiwari/ML
How am I supposed to stand there... how am I supposed to promise forever to someone else when my heart is still chasing the one who ran away?
The sound of wedding bells in the distance snaps him out of his thoughts. He turns away from the window, his face now a mask of resignation. His footsteps are slow, reluctant, as he moves toward the door
Anshul Tiwari/ML
This isn’t the life I wanted. But maybe… maybe this is the life I deserve.
He stops at the door, his hand resting on the doorknob, hesitating for a moment before forcing himself to step out, leaving the room—and a piece of his heart—behind
EP 2
[Two Months Ago – Nitya’s Office Room]
Nitya Mehra, the head of a prestigious fashion design firm, is seated at her polished mahogany desk, sketching designs absentmindedly. The room exudes elegance with racks of high-fashion clothing and mood boards pinned with inspirations.
Samaira Tiwari barges in, her usual confident stride replaced with frustrated energy.
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Glances up from her sketches, amazed to see her best friend]
Sam? What brings you here so suddenly?
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[Drops her bag onto a nearby chair, running a hand through her hair]
You don’t know how frustrated I am right now, Nitya.
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
That idiot Dev—he stole my project and presented it as his own!
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Pauses her sketch, concern etching her face]
He what? That’s terrible, Sam. After all the effort you put into it…
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[Paces the room, her voice rising with irritation]
Effort? Nitya, I barely slept for weeks! And now this sleazy, self-serving jerk has taken all the credit
Nitya Mehra/FL
Softly, looking down]
I’m so sorry, Sam. That’s… really sad to hear.
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[Stops pacing, her sharp eyes narrowing as she looks at Nitya]
What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve lost your favorite sketchbook. What’s going on?
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Quickly shakes her head, forcing a small smile]
Nothing. I’m fine. Just a bit tired, that’s all.
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[Places her hands on the desk, leaning in with a knowing smirk]
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
Don’t try to fool me, Nitya. I’ve known you for years. Spill it.
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Avoids her gaze, fiddling with her pencil]
It’s nothing, really
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[Straightens, crossing her arms]
Oh, I know what this is about.
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[Pauses dramatically]
It’s my brother, isn’t it?
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Looks up sharply, her cheeks flushing]
Sam, don’t start—
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[Interrupts, throwing her hands up]
Don’t what? Tell the truth? Nitya, my brother is a complete fool. He’s too blind to notice how much you love him. And instead, he’s chasing after your… your sister! That—
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Cutely glares, her voice firm] Don’t talk about her like that, Sam.
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[Sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose]
I don’t understand you, Nitya. Why do you defend her?
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
She’s stolen everything from you—your spotlight, your moments, and now… my brother.
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Softly] She hasn’t stolen anything, your brother was never mine . She’s just busy with her work to spend time with me, that’s all.
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
Busy? That’s the oldest excuse in the book. She only shows up when she needs something from you. The rest of the time, she treats you like… like you don’t even matter.
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Looking away]
She’s not like that, Sam. She’s good. She just has a lot on her plate.
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[Shakes her head, exasperated]
And my brother? Don’t get me started on him. He’s so obsessed with her that he’s blind to what’s right in front of him.
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
You’re everything he could want—beautiful, intelligent, smart, sweet, and let’s not forget, sexy.
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Smiles faintly, her voice tinged with sadness]
But not the one he loves.
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[Steps closer, her voice soft but firm]
Then tell him, Nitya. Confess. It’s not too late.
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Shakes her head quickly, her voice trembling]
No, Sam. It’s pointless. He doesn’t feel the same way.
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[Frowns]
How do you know? Have you ever given him a chance to know how you feel?
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Looks down, her voice firm] There’s no way he loves me. I’ve seen the way he looks at her
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[Softens, a faint smile tugging at her lips]
And I’ve seen the way he looks at you.
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Raises an eyebrow]
Like what?
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[Leans back, her smile widening]
Like you’re the only thing that matters in this world. Like nothing else exists when you’re around.
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Laughs lightly, shaking her head]
Thanks for trying to cheer me up, Sam. But I know you’re just being nice.
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[ serious]
I’m not lying, Nitya. You’re just too stubborn to see it.
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Smiles faintly]
Maybe. But I’ve made up my mind. I’m letting go
The room falls silent. Samaira studies her, conflicted.
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[Clears her throat awkwardly]
G-good. If that’s what you want, I’ll… I’ll find you someone better. A guy who’ll appreciate you for the amazing person you are.
Nitya’s phone buzzes on the desk, breaking the quiet. She glances at the screen. The name Anshul Tiwari flashes. Her smile falters as she quickly silences the call.
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
[Noticing, her voice soft]
It’s him, isn’t it?
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Nods, her voice barely above a whisper]
Yes
Samaira Tiwari/ML sis
You deserve better, Nitya. But if you ever decide to fight for him… you know I’m on your side
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Smiles weakly, blinking back tears] Thanks, Sam. That means a lot.
EP 3
Sam just left because of some urgent work. I really feel bad for her—she worked so hard, and to have it all taken away… it’s heartbreaking
She’s been my best friend since childhood, always there for me on my hardest days. She’s my anchor, the one who makes me forget my own pain. Spending time with her is like a balm to my soul.
But now… the quiet is creeping back in, and so is the ache in my heart. The ache I thought I’d buried
Suddenly, a soft knock at the door startles me, and before I can say anything, the door swings open.
Nitya Mehra/FL
*eye widened*
My breath catches in my throat as I see him—Anshul Tiwari, standing there with that wide, carefree smile.
Anshul Tiwari/ML
[Smiling brightly]
Hi there
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Stares at him in shock, her heart clenching painfully Speaking softly]
Hi…
I tried to keep my composure and hides my emotions
Anshul Tiwari/ML
[Steps closer, narrowing his eyes playfully]
What’s this? Are you ignoring me now?
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Quickly shakes her head, avoiding his gaze]
No… I’m not
Anshul Tiwari—the man I’ve loved for the past eleven years
He’s not perfect, not what you’d call a green flag, but he’s someone who loves with his whole heart. And me? I’ve loved him without reason, without expecting anything in return.
Love doesn’t need a reason, does it? If you have a reason, won’t that love fade when the reason does?
But my love for him… it’s selfless. It’s enduring
And that’s why it hurts so much to see him standing here, smiling at me, knowing he’s not mine
He never was. He never will be
And yet, if he’s happy, I’ll try to be happy too… even if it’s with someone else
Anshul Tiwari/ML
[Waves a hand in front of her face, calling her name]
Nitya? Nitya! Hello? Are you even listening?
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Snaps out of her thoughts, startled]
Huh? What?
Anshul Tiwari/ML
[Leans closer, grinning mischievously]
What’s wrong with you? I’ve been calling your name for the past five minutes.
Anshul Tiwari/ML
I know I’m handsome, but come on, don’t just stare at me. Say something!
[Flirting playfully]
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Laughs lightly, trying to play along]
Handsome? You? Please.
I’ve seen men who are a hundred times more handsome and hot than you
Yes, I’ve seen plenty of handsome men. But none of them have ever been you. None of them have ever made my heart race the way you do
Anshul Tiwari/ML
[Clutches his chest dramatically]
Ouch. That hurt. You’ve bruised my ego, Nitya
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Laughing genuinely now]
You’ll survive, Anshul.
Now tell me, why are you here? What brings you to my office?
Anshul Tiwari/ML
[Leans casually against her desk]
Well, you, madam, have been ignoring my calls. So I had no choice but to come here and see you in person
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Feigning innocence]
Oh… sorry about that. I’ve been busy
Anshul Tiwari/ML
[Grinning slyly]
Busy, huh? You’re lucky you’re sweet, or I’d hold a grudge.
Anshul Tiwari/ML
But I’ll forgive you—on one condition.
[Pauses dramatically]
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Rolls her eyes, laughing]
Alright, fine. What do you want? I’ll help you if I can
Anshul Tiwari/ML
[Brightens up, his tone cheerful]
Great! I need your help picking out a gift
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Her smile falters for a fraction of a second, but she quickly recovers]
A gift? For whom?
Anshul Tiwari/ML
[Grins wider]
For Pihu. It’s her birthday soon, and I want to get her something special
Nitya Mehra/FL
[Heartbroken but masking her pain, forcing a smile]
Oh… sure. I’d be happy to help
The pain is unbearable, but I swallow it down like I always do. Helping him find a gift for her—my sister, not me—is like pouring salt on an open wound
But this is what love is, isn’t it?
Sacrificing your own happiness for the one you love. Even if it means breaking your own heart, piece by piece.
Another reminder of the love I can never have
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