​I was sitting in my room in a red bridal lehenga. The stylist had left after doing my make-up. And now I was sitting all alone, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Today I looked completely different in this red bridal attire, with this heavy kundan jewellery. This heavy red lehenga, with golden zari embroidery, small beads, and mirror work on it, gave me an utterly royal look.

​Of course I was going to be the wife of a billionaire the CEO of the Rajvansh Empire, Ekansh Rajvansh. He was the son of my father's boss. We hadn't met much only once or twice before the marriage but as far as I had seen and understood him he seemed decent.

​The memory of our engagement flashed in my mind.

​At our engagement, when my bua, her daughter and Kriti my sister, were taking me towards the stage, I was nervous, confused, and had many questions in my mind. My hands were trembling, my eyes were lowered, and I was taking slow hesitant steps. And then someone extended his hand toward me. I lifted my eyes and it was him my fiance Ekansh.

​He was standing with a small, reassuring smile, as if he sensed my nervousness and my confusion. His hand was extended toward me to help me. Our eyes met a different feeling formed in my heart.

​I placed my cold and trembling hand in his warm one and ascended the stage. Standing beside him my eyes remained lowered still nervous but a faint  shy smile was there on my lips.

​When I thought about him I felt butterflies in my stomach and a strange feeling and fear too. Thousands of questions began flooding my mind. What would happen when he got to know about my past? Will he also judge me like everyone else? Will he ever be able to see me as I really am?

​My eyes welled up with tears. Then my gaze fell upon the photo resting on the bedside table. I picked it up and gently caressed it. A small painful smile came to my lips and all the memories came back fresh like it was yesterday.

​This picture was from Ankit's birthday seven years ago. Me, mumma, papa, Ankit and Kriti were very happy in it. There was cake smeared on Ankit's face and he was making faces. Kriti and I were teasing him. Mom and Dad were laughing too.

​Tears streamed down my cheeks.

​This was my last day in this house. I knew I meant nothing to them that I was just a disgrace. They didn't even want to see my face after that incident, but they are my family. I couldn't hate them. I still love them, no matter what happened seven years ago.

​Mumma had only come into my room just once, to check if I had packed all my stuff to ensure nothing would be left behind  because after the wedding I would have no connection with this house or with them. Today  every memory of my childhood, the crushed dreams, the pain, the mistake, and the chance I was begging for... everything weighed heavily on my heart.

​The thing that hurts the most is when you are a stranger in your own house. I'm just a taint to them. The girl who forgot her dreams forgot herself too, to fulfill her parents' wishes, for their happiness. Her one mistake and she became a shame.

​The raw bitter truth of my life from the last seven years.

​My heart clenched this pain was deep and unbearable slicing my heart. Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks.

​My trance broke when the door opened and there stood Kiara Sharma. She was a sweet person, but her mouth... it had no filter. But it was good to be like that in this world.

​I quickly wiped my tears and placed the photo back in its spot but she had already noticed it. She looked so beautiful in her peach lehenga. She approached and sat in front of me taking both my hands in hers and said "Oh my god Sha, you are looking so fucking beautiful, my girl. That Rajvansh is going to get a heart attack after seeing you."

​I laughed shyly.

​"But don't worry, sweetheart, I will treat him with a 50% discount—after all, he is my jiju" she winked

​I chuckled and asked "Only a fifty percent discount?"

​She narrowed her eyes folding her arms on her chest and teased "Hmmm, started taking his side already? Not bad" then chuckled.

​My eyes widened "Nothing like that" I mumbled lowering my gaze.

​"Blushing hmmm? Girl, you are looking like a red fucking tomato" she teased me.

​"I would have treated him for free but he has so much money that it won't affect his fucking treasury sweetheart" she continued with a devilish smirk "and I have all the rights after all I am his wife's friend and his sister-in-law."

​I chuckled softly.

​Suddenly her expression shifted. "And if that Rajvansh tries to force his rights on you or forces you for sex let me know. I will punch his fucking face so hard that it will break" she gritted her teeth. And I knew that in her mind, she must have punched him while thinking this.

​I stared at her with wide eyes and then burst into laughter. "Okay."

​"Here this is for you " she handed me a small packet with a smile. There was a small box in it.

​"Congratulations Sha. May your married life be filled with endless pleasurable adventures" she said teasingly with that signature smirk.

​Just then the door opened. Kriti was standing there. "The Baarat has arrived. Everyone is calling the bride downstairs " she announced in a distant bored tone.

​She was the same girl who always used to cling to me in childhood. And look hate in her eyes for me, my little sister. I felt a little bad but I was used to it now.

​"Let's go" Kiara said excitedly while holding my hand and helping me stand.

​I took a deep breath, moving towards the new chapter of my life.

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