The Groom Who Rejected
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mira(fl)
Ushan, why did you just barg[e] into my room like this? Your bride-to-be has been calling ‘Kabool!’ for ages looking for you."
ushaan(ml)
Ushan is lying on the sofa, turned away, looking stiff. His sherwani is carelessly tossed on the floor.]
mira(fl)
(thinking): The moment I spoke, he looked annoyed immediately.
ushaan(ml)
Gruffly, head buried in cushion): "I’m not marrying anyone, Mira. Got it? Get out of my room. I’m going to sleep. The room is locked, and I can’t find the key."
mira(fl)
Mira frowns. Anger rises inside her.]
mira(fl)
Who do you think you are? You’ve done this before—got another girl to engagement and then said no! And now you’re doing the same again? Does marriage mean nothing to you? Are women’s hearts made of stone like yours? Just because you refuse, they should be happy and leave? Do you even know how many dreams a girl has about her own wedding? What right do you have to shatter them?"
ushaan(ml)
Ushan smirks slightly, a hint of mockery.]
ushaan(ml)
My marriage, my choice. No need for your drama. Now, get out!"
mira(fl)
Mira trembles at his tone but moves toward the door.]
ushaan(ml)
What happened to your hand?"
mira(fl)
(looking at her wrist): "It’s just a small cut… from the rose plant in the balcony."
ushaan(ml)
[Ushan gets up abruptly, strides to the balcony, and throws the potted rose plant outside with force. A loud crash echoes.]
mira(fl)
"What are you doing? What if someone was outside?"
ushaan(ml)
Nobody comes near this creepy old house, not even animals. And I’m allergic to flowers—didn’t your grandfather tell you? How dare you put a flowerpot here?"
mira(fl)
But… you touched it with your hands to throw it. Won’t that be a problem?"
ushaan(ml)
Idiot! Look properly. I didn’t touch the plant, only the pot!"
Mira says nothing. Arguing with Ushan only leaves her feeling humiliated.]
[Scene shifts: Restaurant – Ushan and Roza’s engagement ceremony planned.]
[Scene: Mira returning to her room late at night, anxious.]
[She accidentally drops her phone and bag near Ushan’s room.]
mira(fl)
"I just need my phone and bag…"
mira(fl)
She bends down to pick them up and bumps into Ushan, who has awakened.]
ushaan(ml)
You disturbed my sleep and call me a mischief-maker? Brave, aren’t you?
mira(fl)
"I didn’t wake you… I just came quietly for my phone and bag."
ushaan(ml)
Quietly, huh? Stupid! Are your anklets ringing in front of me?"
[Mira curses herself silently, realizing how careless she was. She promises herself to be more careful next time.]
[Suddenly, Ushan sits down, removes Mira’s anklets, and throws them out the window.]
mira(fl)
Ushan! Please, those were my mother’s last gift! I won’t let this happen again!"
ushaan(ml)
Out of my room. Or I’ll throw you too
mira(fl)
Mira exits quickly, thinking Ushan is the most infuriating man alive.]
[Scene: Early Morning – Mira’s Room]
[Birds chirp. Mira wraps herself in a blanket, noticing a soft touch on her feet.]
mira(fl)
Someone is here… it’s him.
She lifts the blanket carefully, sees her mother’s anklets shining on her feet. She recalls Ushan’s touch from last night. A shiver runs down her spine.]
mira(fl)
Whispering to herself): "He’s coming again… I can feel it."
Her mind races as she recalls every touch, every command, every smirk of Ushan. She curls up, clutching the anklets tightly.]
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had they made real life drama?
i choose ml fl who didn't drama together
ab pata chala is dono ke eksath pic nehi nain
but ai babaji hain na..bana dia huhuhu
my new story..based on real story
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The final stretch of midnight had passed just moments ago. Dawn had arrived on earth a little earlier than expected. A foggy morning. Though the month of Magh was nearing its end, winter showed no signs of retreating. Instead, the cold seemed to intensify with each passing day. A cold wave raged through the northern regions, and as a result, winter still lingered stubbornly in nature
In the soundless morning, the noise of vehicles moving along Chattogram’s busy roads finally pulled Mira back to reality. All this while, her gaze had been locked onto Ushan’s eyes. Strangely, the whites of his eyes were tinged with red. Those restless, trembling eyes.
The moment Mira looked into Ushan’s eyes, she sensed it—this man carried no ill intentions. Mira had always been good at reading people through their eyes, their expressions, the subtle signs. Being a psychology student had taught her at least that much.
Ushan’s sharp stare—intense, searching—was fixed on Mira’s face, as if he was trying to find something hidden there. An unspoken anguish lingered in his eyes. The situation became suffocating for Mira. Finally, gathering herself, she placed her hand firmly against Ushan’s chest and shoved him hard.
Ushan staggered back a few steps.
Mira burst out angrily,
mira(fl)
You were trying to take advantage of me because you found me alone, weren’t you, Ushan? You should be ashamed of yourself! What audacity do you have to enter a girl’s room without permission? Coward!”
That fierce man dropped to his knees—defeated by his own actions, furious at himself. How could he have been so careless? How did he let this happen?
In a broken voice, Ushan said
ushaan(ml)
I’m sorry, Mira. Extremely sorry.”
He didn’t pause even for a second after that. Rushing out of the room, he left the five-storey building and climbed onto his bike. Moistening his dry lips with his tongue, he pulled out his phone with trembling hands and opened his gallery.
The moment he tapped on a photo, a smiling teenage girl’s face appeared on the screen. She was laughing freely, her sparkling white teeth visible, her unruly hair dancing in the wind. Standing beside her was a young man—Ushan himself—his gaze fixed entirely on her.
That was all the photo held.
Studying the girl’s face closely, Ushan murmured,
ushaan(ml)
She’s the same person. Same face, same features. Then how did the mole beside her eye and the birthmark near her vocal cord disappear?”
Mira had been sitting at Ushan’s grandfather’s house for half an hour now. His grandfather, Fardin Rezwan, had suddenly summoned her. Yet after arriving, it was as if Fardin didn’t even exist inside Rezwan Villa. He had asked Mira to sit and then disappeared somewhere
Evening had passed, and night was slowly settling in. Soon, Ushan would arrive. And Mira did not want to face him at all. After the morning incident, bitterness, anger, and resentment toward the man named “Ushan” had taken over her heart.
Mira decided she would wait five more minutes—then leave.
Just as she sat back, exhausted, the very fear she had been anticipating came true.
Ushan entered through the main door. His head was lowered. With long, silent strides, he moved toward his destination. Mira held her breath, silently praying to Allah again and again—please don’t let him look up, don’t let him see me.
Before Ushan could place his foot on the stairs, he called out loudly
ushaan(ml)
Mom, send a glass of cold water to my room.”
In the blink of an eye, Ushan disappeared upstairs.
Mira let out a breath of relief. He hadn’t seen her.
She grabbed her bag and was about to leave when Usha rushed over and stood in front of her, a glass in hand. Wiping sweat from her forehead with her sari, Usha said,
ml mom
Mira, do me a favor. Take this glass of warm water upstairs to Ushan, will you? If I go, he’ll scold me for not bringing cold water. But he won’t say anything to you. Even in this cold, that boy insists on drinking cold water. He keeps falling sick but never learns. Please go, dear.”
mira(fl)
Mira lowered her gaze helplessly.
mira(fl)
If only you knew, Auntie, she thought bitterly. Your son unloads his anger, scolding, even insults on me without hesitation.
mira(fl)
But aloud she said calmly,
“You don’t need to request so much, Auntie. I’ll take it.”
ml mom
Take the tray too. The glass is hot. And remind him to drink it later,” Usha added.
Mira climbed the stairs hurriedly. Standing outside Ushan’s room, she took a deep breath.
The moment she peeked inside—she froze.
Ushan was shirtless.
mira(fl)
Mira’s dusky face burned with embarrassment. Did this man have no shame at all? Who changes clothes with the door open?
Moments later, the sound of the door slamming shut echoed. Ushan had gone into the washroom.
With trembling steps, Mira entered the room. Why were her legs shaking? From hesitation—or from fear?
She placed the tray on the study table and turned to leave when Ushan’s voice echoed from the washroom,
ushaan(ml)
Mom, are you in the room? I accidentally left my towel on the bed. Can you pass it to me?”
Mira stopped dead in her tracks.
She had seen Usha leaving earlier. There was no one else in the house.
If she didn’t give the towel, Ushan might fall sick. And if he fell sick, his mother would create chaos. And if Ushan mentioned hearing footsteps but receiving no towel—Usha would surely blame Mira.
With a sigh, Mira picked up the towel from the blue bedsheet. Knocking softly on the bathroom door, she held it out.
As soon as Ushan saw the dusky hand through the slightly opened door, he understood—it was Mira. He shut the door instantly, hastily dressed without even drying himself, and rushed out.
By then, Mira was already skipping down the stairs.
Ushan ran after her
She didn’t stop. After the morning incident, she was genuinely afraid of him. The house was empty.
Ushan overtook her and stood in front of her, panting.
ushaan(ml)
Why are you running? Am I a tiger or what? Strange.”
mira(fl)
After this morning, you feel worse than that to me.”
Ushan fell silent. He realized she had taken the incident deeply to heart.
With a sigh, he said softly,
ushaan(ml)
I’m sorry for this morning, Mira. I’m sincerely apologizing. Look at me—honorable Ushan Rezwan is asking for your forgiveness.”
mira(fl)
Mira looked at him in surprise. Is he praising himself now? What a strange man.
Finally, she said,
mira(fl)
I’ve forgiven you. Happy now?”
She turned to leave.
Ushan suddenly asked in a heavy voice,
ushaan(ml)
What’s on your hand, Mira?”
Mira looked down. Mud smeared her hand. She hadn’t even noticed when it happened.
Before she could react, Ushan pulled out a black handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the mud off her hand. Then he threw the dirty handkerchief into the trash.
Outwardly, Mira remained expressionless—inside, she was stunned.
Letting go of her hand, Ushan asked,
ushaan(ml)
Can you go home alone, or should I walk you?”
mira(fl)
No need. My house is right there,” Mira replied quickly
She left in a hurry. After walking some distance, she felt someone behind her. Turning around, she saw Ushan walking behind her, eyes on his phone
mira(fl)
Why are you following me?” she asked
ushaan(ml)
Why would I follow you? I’m going to the pharmacy. Stop overthinking.”
Embarrassed, Mira walked on.
Near her house, she pretended to enter the gate, then hid nearby. Moments later, she saw Ushan heading back.
She frowned and muttered,
mira(fl)
The pharmacy is further ahead. Why is he turning back? Strange.”
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Because she studies at Jagannath University, Mira lives in Dhaka. Due to Ushan’s wedding, she had come to Chattogram at the heartfelt request of Fardin and Usha. Today is the day she returns.
If the university had remained closed for a few more days, she would never have gone back to that dust-covered city of bricks and concrete. Since morning, Mira has been busy preparing to leave. Leaving even one day late causes many problems—so she must go today.
After packing all her important belongings into her bag, Mira checks her reflection in the mirror one last time. Within moments, her father’s reflection appears behind her. Mira smiles faintly and turns around.
mira(fl)
Why are you standing at the door, Baba? Come inside.
Her father, Mahdi Iqbal, enters silently. Mira looks at him calmly. The moment she sees this man, her chest relaxes—soft, gentle, and filled with peace. Mahdi places his hand on her head and says,
fl dad
You’re leaving today, Ammu?”
mira(fl)
“Yes, Baba. Classes start the day after tomorrow. If I don’t go a day early, it becomes very difficult
fl dad
“Hm. Have you packed everything?”
fl dad
Alright. Then you’ll go with Ushan. I’ve already spoken to him. His leave is ending too—he only got a few days off. You’ll travel together
Mira nearly chokes.
Mahdi quickly brings a glass of water, and Mira drains it in one breath. Her eyes widen as she lowers her head. The very person she wants to stay far away from—why does fate keep entangling her with him? What kind of natural law is this? Strange indeed
fl dad
“Ammu? Is there a problem? Do you have any issue going with Ushan? It’s a long journey. How can I send you alone? That’s why I’m sending you with him. He’s a very good boy. I trust him. You probably feel awkward because you two never really talk properly.”
mira(fl)
How can you think a man who broke off two marriages—without reason—is a good man, Baba?”
fl dad
Without reason? They were broken for reasons. You don’t know?”
mira(fl)
Mira frowns. “What don’t I know?”
fl dad
“The girl whose engagement Ushan broke—she was already married. She tried to marry Ushan without divorcing her husband. She had married for love, but her parents didn’t accept it. Later, they emotionally blackmailed her and arranged another marriage. Thankfully, the girl told Ushan everything. That’s when he broke the engagement. Her parents then sent her back to her husband. And the second girl… I’ll tell you about that later, Ammu.”
Mira stares with her mouth slightly open.
So much had happened—and she knew nothing. That must be why Ushan is still respected in this city even after breaking marriages. But how would Mira know? Since arriving in Chattogram, she hadn’t gone anywhere except from her room to her younger brother’s. She barely attended the wedding at all.
Mahdi speaks a little more and leaves, telling her to finish preparations quickly. Mira and Ushan will return to Dhaka by the night train.
Mira remains silent. She doesn’t understand why her father avoided explaining the reason behind the second broken marriage.
A deep, silent night. Cold wind flows across the land. Darkness blankets everything. Since it’s the first night of the dark lunar phase, the moon is absent from the sky. Only a few stars flicker faintly.
The train moves steadily. The rhythmic sound echoes in Mira’s ears. The beauty of nature fails to lull her to sleep tonight.
Ushan isn’t beside her.
After seating Mira, he had disappeared. She doesn’t care where he went—as long as he stays out of her sight. She can’t tolerate him at all. Why? Even she doesn’t know.
After some time, a deep voice reaches her ears.
ushaan(ml)
Why are you still awake, Mira? It’s late. Go to sleep.”
Startled, she turns—Ushan sits down beside her. Fatigue clings to him. Mira places a hand on her chest and exhales slowly. Being startled in such silence is natural.
Ushan hands her a bag.
ushaan(ml)
If you get hungry at night, eat this. Or eat now if you want. I’m going to sleep—don’t disturb me.”
He curls up in his seat.
He looks extremely exhausted.
He had gone through quite an ordeal just to get food for Mira. He walked through nearly the entire train, hoping to find something open. Mahdi had repeatedly told him Mira gets stomach pain if she doesn’t eat at night. Mahdi wanted to buy food himself, but Ushan stopped him—food would spoil during the long journey.
Who knew no shops would be open at night?
Ushan had returned irritated. But what if Mira fell sick midway? That would be worse.
The night deepens.
After eating a little, Mira falls asleep, leaning back.
Suddenly, Ushan wakes up—shivering. He’s freezing. Sitting up, he realizes the source of the cold—and scowls.
Mira is sleeping with the window open.
Seeing her sleeping face, his chest calms
ushaan(ml)
She’s so careless. Sleeping with the window open—she’ll catch a cold. And so will I.”
He closes the window and sits beside her, rubbing his palms to warm them. Still cold. His teeth chatter.
Half-asleep, Mira suddenly leans onto his arm.
Ushan panics and grabs her. His heart pounds—she nearly would have fallen. Carefully, he pulls her close, shielding her. Though uncomfortable, he can’t bring himself to let go.
What a situation.
He rests her head against his chest. In her sleep, Mira snuggles closer, finding warmth.
Ushan holds his breath.
No. He’s made a terrible mistake.
Time passes. The ticking clock announces dawn’s approach.
Looking at Mira’s face against his chest, Ushan gently brushes away her unruly hair and whispers,
ushaan(ml)
Thank you for lending me warmth for a moment, Miss Tairat Imroz Mira.”
ushaan(ml)
Mira stands drowsy on the platform. Ushan watches her sharply
ushaan(ml)
She slept peacefully after ruining my entire night—and now she’s nodding off again. She deserves a slap,” he mutters.
When a passerby nearly collides with Mira, Ushan instantly grabs her and pulls her against his chest.
Mira’s eyes fly open.
ushaan(ml)
Sleeping all night and still half-asleep? Want a slap? You were about to fall on that man!”
Mira stands sheepishly, embarrassed. She wants to scold herself. She slept well all night—so why is she still so sleepy?
She wonders—how did she sleep so peacefully? She’s traveled by train before, but never like this
ushaan(ml)
Are you planning to create history standing here, Mira?”
Ushan snaps angrily.
She startles and starts walking.
An Uber is waiting—booked by Ushan. He’s visibly furious. A couple of men nearby were staring at Mira improperly—and she hadn’t even noticed.
Ushan puts Mira in the car first, then loads both their luggage.
Exhaling sharply, he sits beside her.
ushaan(ml)
You’re a woman, Mira. You have more responsibility to protect yourself. Be alert. If someone looks at you wrongly, don’t stay silent. Silence invites trouble.”
Mira listens quietly.
Then she understands.
She looks outside—and sees the same group of men. She turns away, anger burning. She’s lived in Dhaka for two years—she knows how to protect herself.
The Uber stops.
Without looking back or even thanking Ushan, Mira gets out and walks away.
Ushan pays, drags his luggage, and follows lazily—exhausted.
Ushan has rented a four-room apartment on the fifth floor of the same building where Mira lives—she on the second floor.
When Mira reaches her room, it’s locked. Her roommate isn’t home.
From behind, Ushan understands.
ushaan(ml)
Hey Mira? Your roommate’s not there. Are you going to stand here forever? Come to my place.”
Mira hesitates.
But she knows Ushan isn’t that bad. Years of knowing him—she’s never seen him look at any woman wrongly.
Finally, she gives in.
Inside Ushan’s apartment, she collapses onto the sofa.
mira(fl)
Sorry… I sat without permission. I’m very tired.”
Ushan says nothing. He turns on the fan and sits opposite her.
Then, slowly, he begins unbuttoning his shirt.
Mira panics.
Her hands and feet tremble.
Was she wrong about him after all?
She tightens her throat, preparing to say something sharp—
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