A knock on the door pulled her out of her trance. She has been sitting here in front of the mirror for the past 1 hour blankly staring at herself, not actually able to believe that this was legit happening.
todays the "special day" for anyone's life
this could have been a special day for her as well...
but that asshole would be the last person she would want to marry, he's the person she hates with every bone of her body. The person whom she could kill any given moment.
and here she is.....about to make the promise of loving him for seven lives. Aanya wanted to shout, she wanted to run away from all this. This was definitely not how she expected her marriage to be.
"di..aap taiyyar ho?" Ajey, her younger brother and the only person she truly considered 'family' hesitantly walked in with his head hung low.
"hmm" she responded coldly.
a look of guilt and remorse covered his face, he had been trying to approach her since the past 2 days but she gave him a cold shoulder every time
"dii.. sorryy mai samajhta hu ki you were just trying to protect me... bas mujhe iss cheez ka bura laga ki apne mujhe sach batana bhi zaruri nahi samjha.. par still I shouldn't have talked to you that way....maaf kardo na pleasee" he pleaded and this time she actually noticed his eyes through the mirror. They were red and puffy.. he had been crying since two days.
It hurt Aanya to see him this way, she felt like shit that she couldn't even protect her brother.... the promise she made to her mother 15 years ago rung in her ears again
"aanya beta..jaise maine tumhara dhyan rakha.. waise hi tum ajey ka bhi hamesha dhyan rakhna.." the last words of her mother left a huge impact on 10 year old Aanya, with tears continuously flowing down her eyes as she tightly hugged her baby brother.
with a sigh Aanya stood up dusting the imaginary dust off of her peach off-shoulder lehenga and walked up to Ajey. She cupped his face between her palms and made him face her
"tumhe kya lagta hai I am enjoying treating you like this han? idiot" she whispered angrily, a tear drop escaped her eye but she wiped it off before anyone noticing
"I-I just want to help you didii... I just don't want to sit here hands on hands like a looser" he stuttered out but Aanya shushed him up
"tu chota hai abhi ajey, I know you hate this mafia world.. and its logical to do so. Mai nahi chahti tujhe in sab mai involve karna. Abhi teri bhen zinda hai tu shant hoja aur sab kuch chord de mujhpe. I will do what needs to be done" she smiled patting his head lightly.
"par dii-" he wanted to interrupt, but
Just then a loud thud on door disrupted their moment. Ajey turned around only to find Nischay standing by the door frame. He didn't have any particular expression on his face but his fingers were fidgeting among themselves.
"Aanya we need to talk" he said in his usual assertive tone. atleast he tried
"But I don't want to" she said straightaway.
"Didi ek baar baat toh sunn lo unki" Ajey manages to speak up somehow, but only gets a hard glare from his sister in return
Ajey plans to say something again but stops mid track, when Aanya squeezes his arm. Although she had faced him off many times but she had to agree.....
Nischay is not a guy to mess with. She is on his bad side but he loves Ajey like his own brother, and it's better this way
"Ajey tum jao, I will talk" Nischay assured him softly and Ajey left with a sad expression and a feeling of guilt in his eyes. Without knowing she was about to follow him but Nischay blocks her
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Illicit Affairs
Fanfiction"Why do you do this? Every time I feel like we're finally getting somewhere, feel like I maybe understand you, why do you have to fuck it all up?" "It's just a matter of perspective, and sometimes just a matter of a gunshot, sweetheart" he smirked
