Shunned

Prologue

She was feeling so of out place on her own wedding day and it was a disaster. She wanted to believe that nothing was wrong and it was just her mind playing some well-played tricks on her. She turned to her right and found the object of her distress. Her Groom.

"Stop it!" , her mind shouted. But for someone who has lived her whole life gauging the emotions of the people around her, it was hard for her to just ignore the male storm of hatred she could sense from her to-be-husband.

"Should I ask him", she further went on in her mind. She turned towards him and cleared her throat. He showed no sign of having noticed her. She had a strong feeling that he was ignoring her. She got nervous and looked at her hand lying on her lap and looked herself over, from the simple, but classy veil to the elegantly draped wedding gown that fitted her perfectly just like in her dreams.

She focused on her wedding ring which glinted at her. Unfortunately, to her it felt like the of devil's eyes mocking up at her misery. She thought of the life waiting ahead of her. She raised her head to the sky and thought of just skipping her wedding altogether. Being the practical girl she is, decided to stay and take what fate might give to her. She might regret it later on but she was sure she could handle it.

"Being Optimistic is only for the little things you have the choice to change, not your husband!", her mind screamed at her in warning. She chose to ignore that ominous voice in her head. She took a deep breath and turned towards the priest and repeated the wedding vows, promising to herself and to God to keep them.

She turned towards the people at her wedding connected only arm to arm with her now-husband towards her uncertain future. Little did she know that hostility would be her constant companion for days to come. Much more days to come.

By the way her name is Zoya...