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Remember These Flashbacks Are Crucial Part Of The Story So Read Carefully Because A Single Detail Missed And You'll Get Confuse...So Read It Properly... *
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Memories long buried resurfaced, haunting me like ghosts. I sat in my locked room, staring blankly at the wall as the past flooded my mind. The engagement ceremony, Sartaj's sinister smile, his cold, calculating eyes. My family's rejection, their refusal to believe me.
Flashback:-
I was 19, with dreams bigger than the world. Music and art were my passions. But my family didn't approve. "Get married, settle down," they'd say. My parents saw me as a commodity, not a person.
Sartaj Singh Gill, 22, charming and suave. Our families were old friends. The arrangement was set. I felt suffocated. "No," I pleaded. "I want to study music." My parents laughed. "Sartaj will provide for you beta,he will support you," they said.
That night, I snuck out. Ran to my art studio. Tears streaming down my face. I painted my anguish. My screams. My desperation. The colors blurred. As I lost myself.
Little did I know. That was only the beginning.
Sartaj's eyes blazed with intensity as he cornered me in the studio. "You can't escape me, My Love.Finally you are officially mine,my fiance," he sneered, his hands grasping for me. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong.
"Your beauty is mine," he hissed, his breath hot against my skin. "Your body, your soul. You'll obey me."
I struggled, but he pinned me against the wall, suffocating me.
"Sartaj Leave Me! No Please!" I screamed, pushing him away with courage and slap him hard.
Sartaj's face twisted in rage. "How dare you?You'll pay for defying me," he snarled.
Desperate,I hit him with a vase ,and ran back to my home turned to my parents. "Mama, Papa...he...he tried to..." I sobbed.
But their expressions changed. From concern to disdain.
"What are you saying?" my mother asked, her voice cold.
"Sartaj would never do that," my father said, his tone firm.
Sartaj appeared, a charming smile on his face. "Maybe she's just stressed," he said. "She's overwhelmed."
