𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 ✓

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"Don't talk with us. You have no right on us!" Her mother's words were filled with fury as she exclaimed.

Arya desperately tried to explain, saying, "But, Maa..."

Her mother, tears streaming down her face, interrupted her, "Don't call me 'Maa,' Arya. We gave you all the freedom, and you got married without our knowledge."

Arya, her own tears now falling, pleaded, "No, Maa, it's not like that. Dad, please tell her to understand me. You always stand up for your daughter."

But her father's response was even more devastating. He uttered coldly, "No, Arya. Don't talk with us. From now on, you are not our daughter. You are dead to us."

"NO, Dad" Arya said.

Arya woke up abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked around the room, realizing it was just a dream. She sighed deeply, her mind still grappling with the intense emotions of the dream. She turned her gaze in Aryan's direction, thinking he must be sleeping, but to her suprise, there was no trace of Aryan in the room. 

***
ARYA POV:

Where could he have gone in the middle of the night? My mind raced with worry as I paced around the room. Then, I noticed a faint light coming from the balcony and saw a shadow forming. I followed the shadow and found Aryan standing there, gazing outside, lost in his thoughts. But he didn't look like his usual self. He appeared more like that vulnerable side I had seen when he was drinking, his face filled with sadness. I leaned against the doorframe, watching him. I couldn't help but wonder why fate had been so unkind to him.

Seeing him in that state made me feel a deep sense of sadness as well. I made a silent promise to myself: "Arya, you will help him find his happy ending." With that commitment in my heart, I returned to the bed and tried to get some sleep.

|Next morning|

ARYAN POV:

I was having my breakfast as usual, thinking about how Arya, or should I say, my "little wife." must still be sleeping, probably exhausted from all the wedding preparations. I was in the middle of taking a bite of my breakfast when I heard the soft sound of bangles. Curiosity piqued, I looked up, and what I saw left me breathless.

"Little miss... I mean, little wife," I corrected myself silently, descending the stairs in a saree. It was something I had never imagined her in, and she looked absolutely divine. She had applied vermillion and was wearing the mangalsutra, which added more beauty to her stunning appearance. I couldn't help but stare at her, my mind wandering to wild thoughts. "Aryan, control yourself." I scolded myself internally.

Suddenly, "Ahem, ahem, done staring at my bahu?" Dadi's voice broke my trance. I realized I had been openly gawking at Arya and quickly averted my gaze.

She touched dadi's feet, and Dadi kissed her forehead, blessing her. Dadi smiled and asked,"How's my bachi looking?" Dadi, she's looking fucking lovely in my head, and I'm not sure what's going on down there.

I came out from my thoughts realising i have to answer. 

Looking at her, I replied, "Dadi, she is absolutely stunning." "I mean beautiful." i said, smiling. Arya blushed. Dadi chuckled and said, "Oh, I can see the love in your eyes for her. You two make a perfect couple." Arya blushed even more.

 Dadi then said, "Eat quickly, we need to go to our family temple, Poorvaj Mandir, for blessings. Aryan, you'll drive us."

I tried to protest, "But Dadi, why me? You can take someone else or the driver with you. I have work pending."

Dadi's response was firm, "I don't want to hear your excuses. She's such a sweet child; I told her to wear a saree and get ready for the temple, and she did so without questioning. And you..." Dadi playfully twisted my ear, causing me to protest, "Not here, Dadi, not in front of her." Arya was smiling at our banter.

Dadi replied, "Oh, I see." She continued with a sly grin, "Okay, then. You'll take us, right? Are you happy with that, Aryan?"

I sighed, resigning to the situation. "Okay, I'll take you. " I said, knowing that arguing with Dadi was futile.

Aryan stopped the car in front of the temple and said, "Mam! you are here." to her Dadi.

Her Dadi playfully scolded him, "Satan! (naughty)" and then turned to Arya, saying, "Beta, let's go."

***

Inside the temple, they performed the rituals and prayers together. Arya's Dadi guided her through the pooja, ensuring everything was done correctly. After completing the rituals, Dadi said, "Beta, I'll go talk to Panditji. You take this prasad and distribute it to the poor." Arya nodded in agreement.

As she began distributing the prasad to the needy, seeking their blessings, she noticed some Agori babas sitting nearby. She approached them and offered prasad. One of the Agori babas placed his hand on her head and blessed her, saying, "Always be happy."

Just as she was about to leave, the same Agori baba added cryptically, "What is happening is not good, and what is going to happen will also not be good. You belong to a different world, and he belongs to a different one. Everything started getting misshapen when you started falling for him.You're forgetting your reality. Now, what is going to happen, no one knows. Jai Bhola!" the baba concluded.

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ARYA POV :

I didn't take that agori baba seriously at first. I continued distributing the prasad, but as his words sank in, I began to feel a sense of unease. Realization hit me like a ton of bricks when I understood which world the agori baba was talking about. I turned around in shock, hoping to find the agori baba again, but there was no one there. It was as if they had disappeared into thin air. I stood there speechless, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

I approached Panditji and asked, " pandit ji, Do you know where that agori baba went?"

He replied in a calm tone, "Beta, what are you talking about? There was no agori baba here."

Days went by, and we settled into our previous lives. Aryan, the successful and handsome businessman, continues to live his playboy persona in public Meanwhile, I, his so-called wife, tried my best to adapt to this new life. We shared the same house but Without Dadi's knowledge, we continued to sleep in a separate place(After that night's incident, I let him take the bed, and I slept on the sofa.) Our interactions were limited to what was necessary to maintain our charade.