The Soul's Unfinished Story
PROLOGUE
[Scene: A grand wedding hall, marigolds, incense, and golden chandeliers bathing everything in surreal light.]
Inara Shekhawat (FL)
The scent of marigolds and incense was suffocating. The chatter of hundreds faded into a blur as I sat beneath a chandelier that sparkled like shattered stars.
Gold and red drapes fell around me like prison bars. My lehenga felt heavier than fate itself.
Inara Shekhawat (FL)
(Whispers to yourself) This isn't how I imagined it… Not like this…
Inara Shekhawat (FL)
The embroidery etched against my skin like iron chains. My henna—supposed to mean love and joy—felt like a warning etched in ink.
Nirvaan Gupta (husband)
[Enters, poised, flawless—his face unreadable.]
Inara Shekhawat (FL)
Nivaan… My first crush. My silent prayer for years… The man I thought I’d spend my life with.
Nirvaan Gupta (husband)
“Keep smiling.”(low voice, no eye contact)
Nirvaan Gupta (husband)
“Everyone’s watching. You wanted this, didn’t you?”
Inara Shekhawat (FL)
He doesn't even look at me.
Inara Shekhawat (FL)
“Of course…” (forcing a smile, voice trembling)
Inara Shekhawat (FL)
His fingers brush against mine, cold as marble. He pulls them back subtly, like I burn him.
My smile falters, but I hold it—because that’s what brides do, right? Smile through the wreckage.
Nirvaan Gupta (husband)
“This performance better be worth the headlines your family wants.” (through clenched teeth)
Inara Shekhawat (FL)
“I thought you loved me…”(whispering)
Nirvaan Gupta (husband)
(finally looking , but with sharpness in his eyes):
“I love ambition. Yours just made this easier.”
Inara Shekhawat (FL)
I see it now—how his gaze never stays. How his touch recoils. How he’s here not for me…
But for the name, the status, the empire my family owns.
Inara Shekhawat (FL)
He never wanted me.
Just my wealth. My name. My future.
Inara Shekhawat (FL)
(turning to him, voice like a whisper)
“You never even tried to pretend, did you?”
Nirvaan Gupta (husband)
(shrugs, eyes still on the crowd)
“You were too busy dreaming to notice.”
Inara Shekhawat (FL)
The fire dances in his eyes—once a fantasy, now a reflection of everything I feared.
He’s no longer the boy I loved. He’s a stranger… cloaked in silk and lies.
Inara Shekhawat (FL)
(gaze steady now)
“Then let this be your show, Nivaan. But I’m no longer your audience.”
Inara Shekhawat (FL)
As I sit there, my hands tremble but my heart slowly hardens…
I know one thing for sure—this is just the beginning.
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Kanishka Garg
Woow
2025-04-16
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