Reality of past
Sangeeta’s thoughts swirled like a storm as the flashback of that fateful day ended. The sound of water dripping brought her back to the present. She wiped the fogged-up bathroom mirror, her reflection slowly becoming clearer. Her eyes, once filled with dreams, now carried a weight that even her beautiful attire couldn’t hide.
Her gaze moved to her parted hair, the vermilion streak—a symbol of a marriage she hadn’t chosen. She traced her fingers over it lightly, her expression unreadable.
𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚 Rai Singhania[4t D.I.L]
Kya sach mein yeh meri zindagi hai? Yeh sindoor... yeh pehchaan jo maine kabhi chuni hi nahi.
Is this really my life? This sindoor… this identity I never chose.
𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚 Rai Singhania[4t D.I.L]
*murmuring*
She looked down at the diamond-studded mangalsutra resting lightly against her neck, its weight heavier in her mind than on her skin. The red chura and gold kangan clinked softly as she moved her hands, each ornament a reminder of the union she was still struggling to come to terms with.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady the storm of emotions within her. When she opened them again, her reflection stared back, steady and resolute.
𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚 Rai Singhania[4t D.I.L]
Jo ho gaya usse badal nahi sakti. Par kya is naye rishtey ko kabhi apna sakoongi?
I can’t change what happened. But will I ever be able to accept this new relationship?
Without another thought, she turned and walked into the adjacent walk-in closet. The opulence of the Singhania family surrounded her—rows of expensive sarees, shelves lined with designer jewelry, and neatly arranged shoes she had barely touched.
As her fingers brushed against the fabric of a heavily embroidered saree, she pulled back, almost hesitant. She wasn’t used to this grandeur. Instead, she chose a pastel silk saree, simple yet elegant, and meticulously dressed. She adjusted the pleats, ensuring they were perfect, then stepped out. Walking toward the master bedroom, her heart felt heavy. The room was spacious and lavishly decorated, exuding luxury in every corner, yet it felt cold and unfamiliar to her. As she entered, her eyes were immediately drawn to the centerpiece of the room—a large wedding photo hanging on the wall. The photograph showed Aakarsh and Sangeeta seated side by side, adorned in their wedding attire. Aakarsh looked calm and composed, his sharp features exuding quiet confidence. In contrast, Sangeeta’s face was a blend of exhaustion and forced acceptance, her smile barely masking the heartbreak hidden behind her eyes. She stopped in front of the picture, staring at it intently. Her fingers lightly brushed against the cold glass of the frame.
𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚 Rai Singhania[4t D.I.L]
Maine Amit ke saath ek sapna dekha tha... aur us sapne ke tootne ki awaaz aaj bhi mere dil mein gunjti hai. Par is tasveer mein jo sach hai, usse kab tak bhaag sakti hoon?
I had a dream with Amit… and the sound of that dream shattering still echoes in my heart. But how long can I run from the truth in this picture?
𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚 Rai Singhania[4t D.I.L]
*to herself*
A soft knock at the door broke her chain of thoughts. Her heartbeat quickened slightly as she turned sharply, wondering if it was Aakarsh.
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