"Kill me... not her."
His voice was low, deadly calm, but his eyes-bloodshot, burning-never left mine.
Eyes that should have hated me.
Eyes that should have turned away after my betrayal.
But no... even now, he chose me.
And that was the worst punis...
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10 days before wedding.
In the beautifully arranged hallway with different kinds of exotic golden flowers being fixed by the helpers on the pillars and the railings of the large staircase. A royal printed staircase mat with a hint of Jaipuri design lay down, giving it a grand wedding look. The roof was also being arranged with glassy patterns, a few areas aesthetically covered with white curtains, every layer fixed tightly not to create any mess. Food items were being cooked outside a designated area, the air mixed with delicious aromatic flavors and spices. Helpers, cooks, family members, chaotic kids running around, some gossiping, some busy with their own work, and some playing.
In all this vibrant mess, the sound of payal echoed throughout the hallway, making each person turn their faces. A girl with striking grayish eyes, adorned with kajal, appeared, her face glowing with minimal makeup and a constant, captivating smile. She moved gracefully down the stairs in a traditional half-saree, the soft fabric clinging to her curves in a way that exuded elegance and charm. The golden embroidery on her outfit himmered in the sunlight streaming through the glass windows, casting an ethereal glow around her.
Her movements were light yet deliberate, as though she were floating down rather than walking, her payal chiming with each step. Whispers broke out among the helpers and cousins as they paused to admire her beauty, some smiling in awe, others nudging one another playfully. She came running down the stairs, a basket full of flowers clutched in her hand, petals spilling out with every hurried step. The children, although chaotic, became a source of pure daylight as they gathered around her, playing an impromptu game of "train-train." Their high-pitched voices mimicked the sound of an engine as they circled her with boundless energy.
One cheeky child grabbed a handful of rose petals from her basket, tossing them up into the air. The petals floated down like a fragrant shower, falling gracefully over the young lady. Saanvi, caught in the moment, smiled brightly and twirled, her half-saree flaring elegantly around her, the sunlight catching every intricate detail of the golden embroidery. Her laugh was pure and unrestrained, a melody that added life to the already vibrant atmosphere.
The newly arrived cameraman, meant to capture the engagement preparations, couldn't resist snapping the spontaneous, ethereal moment. A picture-perfect image of the groom's sister-radiant, carefree, and full of life.
But just as the moment reached its peak, Saanvi was snapped back to reality by her mother's sharp voice, cutting through the playful chaos. "Saanvi! Khelna band karo aur haath batao! Aaj tere bhai ki sagai hai, aur yeh rajkumari bachhon ke saath khel rahi hai!"
Startled, Saanvi froze for a moment, the petals still clinging to her hair. Her lips parted in mock protest, but she quickly broke into an apologetic smile. "Haan, maa, bas abhi aayi!" she replied, her voice chirping with playful obedience as she handed the basket to one of the helpers and hurried toward her mother, leaving behind a trail of rose petals and laughter.
