Kajal and Kushagra arrived at the wedding hall, where everything sparkled with lights, music, and happiness. It felt like a dream.
Lata, draped in a stunning golden saree with a deep red churni covering her head, looked like a goddess descended to earth. Her face glowed with bridal charm, every jewel shimmering under the chandeliers. All eyes admired the radiant bride… yet, oddly, whispers began to rise—
“Where is the groom?“
The seat beside her was empty. The groom hadn’t arrived yet.
But the moment Kajal’s eyes moved across the hall, her breath hitched—her heart almost stopped.
There he was. Standing near the altar.
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
“What?! How is this possible?!”
Her face went pale, her heartbeat quickened.
“This… this can’t be real! This man…“
Her throat went dry, and she struggled to speak.
But one name kept echoing in her mind.
“Ankur…“
Yes! It was her childhood love, Ankur!
But no… that was impossible. Ankur was dead!
A hazy memory flashed before her eyes—a phone call, news of a tragic death, uncontrollable sobbing…
Kajal screamed in her mind, “Then how is he standing here?!”
Suddenly, the room blurred, her surroundings spun around her.
“No! This is a mistake! This is a dream… this is…“
Before she could comprehend anything, her legs wobbled, the dazzling lights dimmed, and in the next moment, she collapsed to the floor.
Gasps and cries filled the hall—
“Kajal!“
Kushagra rushed toward her, Lata stood frozen in shock, her bridal veil trembling.
And from afar, Mamoni watched—her face devoid of any emotion.
Perhaps she was the only one who knew the truth behind this darkness…
To be continued…
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