Author pov ✿⁠ 

The ornate, gold-leafed mirror reflects her as a stranger. A stranger adorned in ruby and gold, strangled by tradition and expectation. The heavy necklaces, coils of intricate craftsmanship, weighed down her chest, mimicking the oppressive feeling in her heart. Bangles, a rainbow of vibrant hues, chimed with every minute movement, a constant, jarring reminder of her new reality. Sindoor, the crimson mark of marriage.

She looked at the woman in the mirror, this gilded cage of a bride, and saw nothing familiar. Where was the girl who loved to read, who dreamed of traveling all over the world, who found solace in the quiet rustling of leaves?

Her eyes held no spark of joy, no anticipation, no fear even. They were simply… empty. Devoid of the flicker of emotion .

She hadn’t wanted this. This wasn't the path she had envisioned.

He is a man she barely knew, now irrevocably linked to her destiny.

She had no expectations for this newly formed bond. No hope for companionship, no yearning for connection. She long stopped expecting anything from anyone. She learned to be alone, she now finds peace in solitude. Yet now forced in a bond she never wanted.

As she lost in her thoughts there is someone who is standing slightly behind her as his eyes are fixed on her. The man watches her, a gentle smile playing on his lips, admiration evident in his gaze. His eyes reflect the emotions as he won the whole world.

As he looked he took a silent oath to protect her and give her the best of the best and if one day he has to give his life for her, he will happily do that.

Both lost in thought, unknown to how their future will turn out.

One with no expectations ,other determined to break the wall surrounds her heart and gives everything she deserves.

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"अब तन्हाई में सुकून मिलता है।"

                                     "Drishti Roy"

"अब हर ख्वाब में बस उसका ही चेहरा दिखता है।"

                                     "Viraj singh Rathore"

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The sun was  beginning to rise, casting a warm golden hue across the quiet surroundings. The air was crisp and cool, a refreshing embrace that filled the lungs with energy.

A girl in her twenties laced up her running shoes, the sound of her steps echoed slightly in the stillness of the early morning.

Dressed in a fitted, moisture-wicking tank top and lightweight joggers, she looked ready to conquer the day. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, bouncing with each step.

The world around her slowly came to life; birds chirped cheerfully from the branches.

As she completed her morning routine she picked her phase , taking her steps towards her home . As she opens the main door and enters , she smells the freshly ground coffee and a woman in her late forties working in the kitchen with her hair tied in a messy bun and her body draped with light yet elegant saree giving compliment to her calm look.

As she was preparing breakfast for everyone, the house filled with the sweet aroma making one hungry.

"Umm...kya bana Rahi ho maa smell lete hi chuho ne marathon start karni mere pet mein"

(What are you cooking mom, The rat started a marathon in my stomach after smelling your food)

Hearing this, the women turn back revealing an elegant and calm face. "Aa gaye tu" the women asked as she turn and gave a sweet smile.

(You came)

"Ja jakar fresh ho kar niche aao mein tab tak breakfast ready karti hu"the lady said as her hand her still in move in preparing the breakfast for her family.

(Go..go and refresh up and come down till then I'll prepare your breakfast)

She nod and leaves not before giving a peak on the lady's cheek. The lady shook her head looking at her, helpless before her naughtiness.

Drishti's pov✿

I went straight to my room after our little chit chat and took a much needed long shower and of course the shower cannot be without music and my broken ass singing.

Playing the taylor swift song in my phone as a proud swiftie,the music filled the room as I was getting ready for my university, in my simple suit neatly pressed, and hair half tied back just enough to keep it out of my face. Yet, every now and then, i paused to hum along, smiling at my own reflection in the mirror before going back to organize my things.

"Misti"maa's voice rang from downstairs calling me for breakfast. "Aae maa" I said grabbing my things and heading downstairs.

(Coming mom)

As i reached downstairs the familiar smell came, smelling it I just cannot contain my happiness. " Luchi "as I said maa stuff a bite in my mouth." Kese Bane" "as always the best. aap banao or mast na ho esa kabhi ho sakta hai"

(How was this) (How can it be worse when you make this)

Badmash(naught) she said as she placed my breakfast in front of me.

After completing my breakfast I left for my college. 'Bye bye ma' I said as i rushed towards the door grabbing my belongings ' aram se baccha lag jayegi tujhe' (slowly child or else you will get hurt) maa said worried I will get hurt.

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