Shreya Chaudhary
An eighteen year girl who believes in love but do not want to feel betrayed by it. She is having everything from money to loving parents. Her life is nearly perfect with almost no close friends left with her. But she never cared abo...
I can't believe this is it. Tomorrow is my wedding. I was sitting near my big window looking at the moon. Is this really going to happen?
Will he really marry me and take me away from my family?
I can't believe this. Who gets married at the age of 19? I am not properly 19 even.
I feels so weird.
From tomorrow my parents would no longer be responsible for me. He would be.
I diverted my concentration towards my feet and hands which were adorned with beautiful henna.
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Will it give a dark colour? Mumma said the darker the colour of henna is the deep is the love of a husband for his wife is.
If this is true, then it will not give any colour because he can't love me.
My dream of feeling loved is shattered.
After our engagement we never had a talk. Even at the engagement we were sitting together but never talked. We only touched the feet of our elders and hugged the younger ones.
It was as if we were in a business meeting.
I can't believe my life is being so cruel to me. From the starting I was always alone. I hated this stupid solitude. Though I met Noor in 11th standard but we never had a strong bonding like sisters.
