an old man and a man in his early thirties stood in the living room.
"Tumhari aur Siya ki shaadi hui hai, tum ise inkar nahi kar sakte aur tumhe is rishte ko chance dena hoga." Said Anand sinaghina, Raghuveer's grandfather, urged.
(You and Siya are married; you can't deny it, and you will have to give this relationship a chance.)
Without responding, Raghuveer turned and walked toward his room.
'Tumhe Siya badlegi, Raghuveer.' Anand thought, watching his grandson's retreating figure.
(I know Siya will change you, Raghuveer,)
Inside the room,
(Imagine the room decorated with flowers and candles)
Siya sat on the bed with her knees folded her face filled with anxiety, clutching the blanket with anxiety.
She had known Raghuveer for year, but only as a professor for whom she had developed a small crush. Now, fate had made him her husband, stirring a whirlwind of confusing emotions in her heart.
Her gaze shifted to the door just as Raghuveer entered, closing it behind him.
When their eyes met, she felt a rush of vulnerability as he saw her through the delicate, red veil.
Despite the circumstances, he couldn't deny his attraction to her-a student who had captivated him from their very first encounter, now sitting on his bed as his wife.
"Siya," Raghuveer's voice pulled her from her thoughts, sending a flurry of butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
"Jiii," she managed to reply, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You know I wasn't ready to marry you or anyone, but now I am" Said raghuveer before taking a pause
"Siya, I can't give this marriage a chance. We can share this room but remain strangers, given our family circumstances," he continue, his tone firm.
The nervous excitement of being married faded as tears threatened to spill from beneath her veil.
"Right, Siya?" His voice jolted her back to reality, and she simply nodded.
"And you're only 19, so young-you should enjoy your life, not burden yourself with responsibilities. You can change that, and I'll be in another room, so you don't have to worry. Just be comfortable," he added, moving toward the door that connected to the wall of the room.
Siya watched him leave, tears streaming down her cheeks as she grappled with her emotions. She stepped off the bed and approached the closet, standing in front of the mirror. Slowly, she uncovered her face and gazed at her reflection, searching for answers in her own eyes.
"Ram Ji, why did you do this to me? Dadu swore it would be different, yet here I am, married, and my husband isn't ready to accept it.
Maa... I miss you so much. If you were here, no one would have forced your daughter into a marriage like this."
(POV End)
His words shattered her heart. She was willing to give this marriage a chance, but he had crushed her hopes deeply.
On the other side
Raghuveer layed on his back trying to sleep
Raghuveer's mind was consumed by one name: Siya. Thoughts of their marriage swirled around him, and he couldn't shake the ache in his heart caused by her moist eyes.
Maybe it's better for you to stay away from me, Siya, he thought.
He layed on his back trying to sleep but groaned in frustration as his phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID: it was Sidharth, his best friend and Siya's brother. He answered the call.
"Hello, Raghuveer. Is Siya okay? She's not picking up," Sidharth's voice came through, tinged with concern.
"It's 1 AM-she's sleeping," Raghuveer replied, a hint of irritation in his tone.
"Really? She went to bed this early?" Sidharth asked, surprised.
"Hmm. Now let me sleep," Raghuveer said, trying to end the conversation.
"Okay, but don't you dare touch my sister," Sidharth warned, clearly unhappy about his sister marrying his best friend.
"She's my wife, after all. Good night," Raghuveer said, cutting the call, surprised at his own words. He closed his eyes, desperate for sleep, knowing he'd be lucky to get just half an hour or so.
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