Tere jaisa koi mila hi nahi, milta bhi kaise kabhi paya hi nahi.
jahan tak nazar gayi dikha sirf tu hi, tere baad nazar koi aaya hi nahi !
Avanthika sat in front of the mirror, dressed in her engagement attire, her heart heavy with emotions she could no longer ignore. A group of make up artist worked around her, fixing her hair and makeup, but she felt distant, detached from everything happening.
Is this it? Is this how my life is going to be? Am I really going to marry Ishan? The questions felt like a storm raging in her mind, each one more overwhelming than the last.
She bit her lip to stop the tears threatening to spill but knew she couldn’t hold back much longer. Taking a deep breath, she talked to the makeup artist standing closest to her, "I’ll handle it from here. You can leave now."
The makeup artist hesitated, with a brush in her hand. "But, Your Highness, there are still a few finishing touches left. I must ensure everything is perfect for the ceremony."
Avanthika’s voice hardened, though it quivered with emotion. "I said I’ll manage. Just leave me alone."
The makeup artist looked unsure but knew better than to argue. She bowed her head respectfully. "As you wish, Your Highness," she said softly before stepping out of the room, closing the door behind her.
As soon as she was alone, Avanthika’s composure crumbled. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared at her reflection. She didn’t recognize the person looking back at her. The lavish dress, the jewelry, the flawless makeup it all felt like a mask hiding her true self.
"This isn’t what I want," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "How did it come to this?"
Her fingers trembled as she wiped at her tears, smudging the makeup she had tried so hard to keep intact. For a moment, she considered running, leaving everything behind, but where could she go?
She pretended to adjust her earrings, when flashes of her moments with Abhimanyu took over her thoughts. It was a memory she couldn’t push away, no matter how hard she tried.
A few weeks ago, Abhimanyu had a practice match. It was just half an hour before the match. All his teammates were out on the ground, busy practicing, but Abhimanyu was in the dressing room, with her.
His breath was uneven, and his hands were trembling slightly as he reached out to pull her closer.
She whispering while her fingers are tracing his hair. “Abhi, stop. Someone might come in!”
Abhimanyu cupped her face. “I don’t care. I need you right now. Just for a moment.”
His lips brushed against hers, desperately, hungrily. She tried to pull back but couldn’t deny the intensity of his emotions. “you’re going to miss the match. What are you doing?”
He pressed his forehead against hers. “I can’t focus out there until I’m with you. You’re all I think about, Avanthika. How am I supposed to play with this storm in my head?”
With that he again pressed his lips against hers.
“Abhi, stop!” she whispered breathlessly, trying to pull away from him. “What if someone walks in?”
“I don’t care,” he murmured against her lips. “I need you, Avanthika.”
His hands were on her thighs, holding her close as he kissed her with an intensity she couldn’t resist. Her heart raced as she clutched his shoulders, torn between the thrill of the moment and the fear of being caught.
