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Trishna sat in Aryan's room, now adorned in her bridal outfit, a heavy red and gold lehenga. 

Her expression was blank, devoid of any emotion as she stared ahead, the vibrant colors of her attire contrasting sharply with the cold emptiness in her eyes. 

Her sister-in-laws and mother-in-law had instructed her to wait there, following the ritual that the bride must wait in the groom's room. 

She obliged, though every moment felt like a weight pressing down on her heart.

Meanwhile, Aryan paced nervously in the corridor. 

His heart raced as he thought about the woman waiting in his room, now his wife. 

The very woman who had made it clear she did not want this marriage, who had declared she would never consider him her husband. 

Her words echoed in his mind, bringing a shudder of pain.

Before the wedding, Trishna had stood firm in her refusal when she learned of her father's intention to marry her to Aryan. 

Nishant had tried to persuade her gently, but her answer was a resolute no. 

It was only after Sudha intervened, coaxing and comforting her, that Trishna agreed to at least talk to Aryan before making her final decision.

When Aryan and Trishna met, she had used all her strength and manipulative skills to convince him to reject the marriage proposal. 

But Aryan Raisinghania did not budge. 

He remained resolute, adamant that he wanted to marry her, and only her.

Now, standing at the threshold of his room, Aryan took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. 

He opened the door slowly, his eyes falling on Trishna, who was sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed.

Trishna... he began softly.

She looked up at him, her eyes hardening. What do you want, Aryan? Her voice was cold, devoid of any warmth.

He swallowed, trying to find the right words. I know you didn't want this. I know you're angry. But... we're married now. I just... I want to make this work.

She let out a bitter laugh. Make this work? Aryan, you forced me into this. I told you not to have any expectations from me. I meant it.

Aryan felt a pang of hurt but kept his composure. I didn't force you. I just didn't give up on what I felt was right for us.

Right for us? She stood up, her anger flaring. You don't even know me! How can you possibly know what's right for us?

He stepped closer, his eyes filled with determination. I know enough to believe in us. I know enough to want to try.

She turned away, her shoulders stiff with tension. I won't be a dutiful wife, Aryan. I won't play the role you've cast me in.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. I'm not asking you to. All I'm asking is for a chance. A chance for us to get to know each other, to see if there's something more.

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Aryan turned to Trishna, his expression neutral but his voice gentle. You should change into something more comfortable for the night. The bathroom's that way.

Trishna, eager to escape the awkwardness, quickly grabbed her clothes and hurried to the bathroom. 

While she was inside, Aryan changed into his own comfortable clothes in the room.