Phir se? Kya baaki logo ki tarah yeh bhi mazak udayenge meri height ka?
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stared at him, waiting for his answer.
His expression was unreadable. Then, his hazel-brown eyes met mine, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
Sameer's POV:
"Haan, bata na beta, pasand aayi Saina?" my mother asked, leaning closer to whisper in my ear.
I sighed inwardly. What was the point of this question?
"Sab kuch toh aap logon ne hi decide kar liya... ab yeh bhi aap log hi decide kar lijiye... mujhe kyun pooch rahe hain bekaar mein?" I muttered softly.
Mom shot me a knowing glance, her eyes soft yet persistent. "Bata na? Aise kyun kar raha hai? Hum logon ko toh bahut pasand aayi Saina. Agar tu nahi batayega, toh woh log kya sochenge humare baare mein?"
Before I could respond, she pinched my bicep, making me wince.
I could feel her eyes on me, waiting for an answer. I glanced at Saina. She was staring at me, her expression a mix of nervousness and hope.
I wanted to say something else, to brush it off, but... something stopped me. Maybe it was the way her eyes seemed to hold a story, a vulnerability she was trying hard to mask.
Against my better judgment, I found myself nodding slightly.
"Haan," I said, surprising even myself. "Pasand hai."
She looked at me in surprising way hearing my answer as the whole family present there gasped in happiness.
Saina's POV:
"Haan... pasand hai," he said, his voice louder than expected.
I couldn't help but stare at him, completely surprised. Did he really just say that?
He quickly looked away, avoiding my gaze.
The room filled with happiness as everyone began exchanging sweets, smiles lighting up their faces. Garima, my best friend, jumped in excitement, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Dekh! Batayi thi na tujhe? Not every man is the same!" she exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over.
I didn't respond. My focus stayed on him. His face was calm, yet I searched it for something deeper, something that would tell me if he truly meant it.
Did he really mean it? Or was this just a polite nod to his parents' wishes? There was no clear satisfaction on his face, no visible happiness.
But regardless of the reason, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
Tears pricked my eyes as emotions swelled within me. After countless moments of rejection, mockery, and embarrassment, someone had finally said yes.
For the first time, I didn't feel invisible.
And no matter what lay ahead, no matter his reasons, I silently promised myself one thing:
I will give my hundred percent to this relationship.
Always.
After 2 months,
Saina's POV:-
Aunty and Garima take me to his room.
Now it's ours.
Yes.
We got married and today is our first night. The entire room is decorated with rose petals and with mini lights.
'Tu yaha aram se baeth thik hai..Mera beta jaldi hi aa jayega' aunty pats my cheek before leaving the room.
Garima too was leaving the room but I held her hand,
'Thoda ruk jaa na Garima..mujhe bohut darr lag rahi hai' I said with worried voice.
She looks at me, amused, but there's a hint of sympathy in her eyes. "Arre, main yaha thodi na reh sakti hoon? Aur darr kis baat ka? Jiju tujhe kaccha chaba jaayenge kya?" she giggles, teasing me.
Her words don't comfort me. Instead, they amplify the knot in my stomach. "Shaadi ke pehle humne kabhi ek baat tak nahi ki... ab achanak kya baat karoon unse?" I sound like a lost child, my fear spilling out in the form of nervous questions.
"Arre, kuch bhi baat kar na! Tum dono ab husband-wife ho... kuch bhi matlab kuch bhi," she says casually, shrugging her shoulders as if this is the easiest thing in the world.
Of course, she wouldn't understand. She had a love marriage, never having to face the awkwardness of speaking to a stranger who suddenly becomes your life partner.
"Acha, tu baith yahan... main chalti hoon. Jiju kabhi bhi aa sakte hain. Bye!" she says hurriedly, glancing at the door.
I nod, left with no choice, watching her leave. My hands tremble as I sit alone, waiting for the man who is now my husband.
Sameer POV:-
I stand on the terrace, staring at the night sky. The stars blur in my vision, but not because of their glow-because of the tears welling up in my eyes.
I can't believe it. I'm married. Married to someone else.
This wasn't the life I had envisioned. I had dreamed of building a family, a future with Jiya. But life has a way of shattering dreams.
I know I myself said yes to Saina because at the end I have to marry according to my family's choice.. but my heart refuses to forget Jiya.
How can one forget their love so quickly? It's impossible. It takes time-time that feels endless. I'm trying, though. Trying to heal. Trying to let go.
A single tear escapes before I quickly wipe it away. No one should see this side of me. Not my family, not Saina.
Taking a deep breath, I prepare myself to step into my room, where a new chapter of my life awaits-a chapter I'm not sure I'm ready to embrace.
Saina's POV:
I sat on the bed, letting my gaze wander across the room. The walls were painted in soft shades of gray and white, exuding a calm elegance. My eyes fell on a large photo frame hanging on the wall-a picture of him, smiling effortlessly.
He looked so handsome, his slight beard framing his face perfectly. Unknowingly, a smile crept onto my lips.
'Kya main sach mein unhe deserve karti hoon, Bhagwan ji?' I whispered to my Krishna, clutching the locket around my neck tightly.
'Woh toh ek actor se kam nahi lagte, aur mujhe dekhiye... mere andar kuch bhi perfect nahi hai. Na height hai meri, na main sundar dikti hoon, na ek a
chhi figure hai. Aur upar se yeh scar...' I sighed deeply,
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