When two shattered hearts meet under fate's darkest shadow... can love rewrite what destiny has written?
She was forced into marriage - a young girl handed to a man twice her age, a man who saw her as a trophy. On her wedding night, her tears fell u...
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I sat in the corner of the room, my knees pulled to my chest, rocking back and forth like a child trying to comfort herself through a nightmare. But this wasn't a nightmare. This was my life now. And I couldn't wake up from it.
Tears spilled freely down my face, silent and endless, as if trying to wash away the blood on my hands... the memory of what happened. The weight of it clung to my skin like filth I couldn't scrub off.
One moment I was a bride, nervous, unsure. The next...
He came at me.
Reeking of alcohol, eyes bloodshot, slurring words I couldn't understand. I thought maybe he'd trip, maybe it was all some sick joke, but the way he grabbed me—violent, hungry, forceful—I knew then that this was not the kind of fear brides were supposed to feel on their wedding night.
I screamed. I cried. I begged him to stop. But he didn't.
He slapped me so hard I tasted blood. My bangles shattered as I fought him off, his hands pulling at my clothes, bruising my arms. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.
In that blur of pain and terror, my fingers closed around the knife. I don't even remember how it got there—on the food tray maybe. But I do remember plunging it into his chest. The scream he let out wasn't human.
And I ran.
I didn't look back. I couldn't.
When I reached my parents' house—if I can still call it that—I was shaking, broken, my dupatta torn, my soul in tatters.
I knocked, cried, begged. They opened the door.
But they didn't open their arms.
"Jaa yahan se. Ab wohi tera ghar hai, wohi tera shohar," Ammi said coldly.
"Go away. That's your husband now, and that's your home."
My voice trembled, words barely coming out. "Ammi... maine... maine usse... ma-mara hai..."
"Ammi... I... I killed him..."
Her eyes widened in horror. And then—crack. Her palm landed across my cheek, sharp and burning.
"Yeh kya kiya hai tune, manhoos kahin ki! Abhi nikal yahan se, log aajayenge!"
"What have you done, you cursed girl! Get out before people come!"
I dropped to my knees, clutching her feet, sobbing. "Ammi, mujhe bacha lein... kya mein aapki beti nahi hoon?"
"Ammi, please save me... am I not your daughter?"
But what she said next turned my bones to ice.
"Nahi. Tu apne baap ki aulad hai, najayaz. Kisi aurat ka laawaris khoon hai tu."
