LOVE AFTER FORCED MARRIAGE
Love After Forced Marriage – Episode 4
Theme: {melting his anger.}
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The sun had just begun to set on the bustling city, casting a warm orange glow over the vibrant streets. The air was alive with the sweet scent of incense and the sound of laughter and music.
Karan was getting ready with the help of his brothers, Ved and Sai. Ved smiled at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“You look handsome,” Sia said, trying to lighten the mood. Karan rolled his eyes, his face twisted in frustration.
“Don’t frown on your wedding day,” Ved teased, chuckling.
“Can you guys not do this to me? Everyone knows this wedding is against my will,” he said, his voice laced with resentment.
“We know, but with time, you will enjoy it,” Sai said, trying to reassure Karan.
“Yeah, just give it a chance,” ved said. Nodding.
Meanwhile, Arya was already dressed up, her red veil covering her face. The women surrounding her were smiling and chatting, admiring her beauty.
Grandma Viti entered the room, a warm smile on her face.
“You look beautiful, dear,” she said, her eyes shining with love.
As she approached Arya, she gently moved her hand in a circular motion around Arya’s face, as if warding off the negative energies. Arya’s eyes fluttered closed, her face serene.
Arya bent down and touched Grandma Viti’s feet in respect, her hands trembling slightly. Grandma Viti’s face turned loving, her eyes filled with warmth.
She pulled Arya into a warm hug, holding her close. “Your marriage is blessed,” she said.
As they pulled away from each other, Arya’s face turned radiant, her eyes shining with happiness. Grandma Viti smiled, her eyes twinkling with love and satisfaction.
°°Some minutes later°°°
In a beautifully decorated mandap, surrounded by their closest friends and family, Karan and Arya prepared to embark on the most important journey of their lives.
The bride, Arya, looked stunning in her intricately designed red lehenga, her hair adorned with delicate flowers and her eyes shining with happiness. The groom, Karan, wore a elegant white sherwani, his eyes filled with hate and disgust as he gazed at his bride.
As the priest began to chant the sacred mantras, the atmosphere became electric with anticipation. The couple exchanged vows, promising to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives.
The highlight of the ceremony was the Saat Phere, where the couple walked around the sacred fire seven times, symbolizing their journey together through life’s joys and challenges.
As the ceremony came to a close, the couple was showered with flowers and blessings by their loved ones. The atmosphere was filled with joy and celebration as the newlyweds were congratulated on their union.
The reception that followed was a grand affair, with delicious food, music, and dancing. The couple was toasted and congratulated by their friends and family, and they danced their first dance as husband and wife under the stars.
As the night drew to a close, Karan and Arya were showered with gifts and blessings as they embarked on their new journey together. It was a truly unforgettable night, filled with love, laughter, and celebration.
Then, it was time to performed the traditional rituals. She kicked a little pot of rice as she entered the house, symbolizing good luck and prosperity.
And then, she carefully stepped on the red paint that had been applied to her feet, leaving her footprints on the floor. It was a tradition that signified her entry into her new home, and her new role as a wife.
Samara sat alone in her darkened room, her eyes fixed on the wedding invitation that lay on her lap. She had been looking forward to attending Karan’s wedding for weeks, but now it seemed like that was never going to happen.
Just yesterday, Karan had called her, his voice laced with desperation. “Samara, please don’t come to the wedding,” he had begged. “My grandma will create a scene if she sees you. I don’t want any trouble.”
Samara’s heart had sunk at his words. She knew that Karan’s grandma was a formidable woman, and that she would never approve of their relationship. But a part of her had hoped that Karan would stand up to his grandma, that he would choose her over his family obligations.
Now, as she sat alone in her room, Samara felt a deep sadness wash over her. She had always known that Karan was promised to marry another girl, but a part of her had hoped that he would find a way to be with her instead.
As the hours ticked by, Samara’s sadness turned to anger. Why had Karan begged her not to come to the wedding? Did he not care about her feelings? Did he not want to be with her?
The questions swirled in her mind, but Samara knew that she would never get the answers. Karan was gone, lost to her forever. And she was left alone, her heart heavy with grief.
After the wedding was over,
Arya sat serene and still on the elaborately decorated bed, her face hidden behind a delicate red veil. The room was aglow with soft, golden lighting, and the air was thick with the fragrance of incense and roses.
The bed itself was a masterpiece of decoration, with intricate patterns and designs woven into the fabric. The pillows were adorned with delicate embroidery, and the sheets shimmered with a subtle sheen.
Her hands were adorned with intricate henna designs, and her fingers sparkled with delicate rings. Her wedding sari, a stunning red and gold creation, cascaded down her body like a river of fire.
As she waited for her groom, Karan, to join her, Her heart beat with a mix of emotions – excitement, nervousness, and anticipation. The sound of gentle music and laughter drifted through the room, mingling with the scent of flowers and incense.
The atmosphere was heavy with expectation, and her veil seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of fate was being woven into the threads of her wedding attire.
Karan entered his room, his face etched with exhaustion. His eyes scanned the room, locking onto Arya sitting on his bed. His frown deepened, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.
“What are you doing in my bed?” he yelled, his voice echoing through the room. Arya flinched, her eyes widening in fear.
Karan’s face twisted in anger as he strode to the bed, ripping off the decorations and scattering them on the floor. He grabbed Arya’s hand, pulling her off the bed with a rough jerk.
“Now listen to me,” he growled, his eyes blazing with fury. “Let today be the first and last time I’ll ever see your ugly body on my bed. This room is not yours, and it will never be yours. You’re not welcome here.”
Arya’s face crumpled, her eyes welling up with tears. Karan’s grip on her hand tightened, his fingers digging into her skin.
“I hate your guts,” he spat, his voice venomous. “You’re the reason my grandma forced me into marrying you. You’re not my wife; you’re just a status symbol.”
Arya’s body shook with sobs as Karan dragged her to the couch, throwing her onto the cushions.
“This will be your bed from now on,” he snarled, his eyes flashing with contempt. “Don’t dare cross this line to my bed or my space. You’ll regret ever agreeing to marry me. I hate you, and I can’t stand you.”
With a final, disgusted glance, Karan stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Arya sobbed quietly, squeezing herself tight on the couch as tears streamed down her face.
Meanwhile, Samara was sulking in her room, her face a picture of disappointment and sadness. Her eyes were red-rimmed from crying, and her hair was disheveled from tossing and turning on her bed.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang, shrill and insistent. Samara’s face brightened as she picked it up quickly, her eyes scanning the caller ID. A soft smile spread across her face as she saw Karan’s name flashing on the screen.
“Hello, Karan,” she said, her voice husky with emotion. There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment. “Ok, I am on my way,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She hung up the phone excitedly, a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins. She rushed to the bathroom to freshen up, her face flushed with excitement. She splashed water on her face, her eyes sparkling with hope as she thought about meeting Karan in his favorite hotel room.
