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She agreed to marry him for her father's happiness.
He agreed to marry her for his mother's sake.
Love was never part of them.💔
When Shagun, a quiet yet spirited girl, finds herself...
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Shagun's POV
The soft rustle of turning pages was the only sound in the room.
I was lying on the couch, curled up under a light throw, lost in my latest romantic novel. The world around me had faded, replaced by soft moments, stolen glances, and words that stirred something deep within.
Until a sentence stopped me.
"Yesterday, even the butterflies in my stomach whispered - 'stop disturbing us, every time he gives you that look.'"
I paused, A dreamy, helpless smile bloomed on my lips.
Why does it feel like this line was written for me?
No, really. I'd be lying if I said it hadn't happened to me. And all because of one person.
Him.
It's always him.
Shubh - my husband. The man with the stoic face, unreadable eyes... and a heart that I had only just begun to understand.
It's his fault, I thought, biting back another smile. That look he gives me without even trying, his deep voice when he says my name, the smile he tries to hide but never quite manages...
God. Forget butterflies - a whole zoo breaks loose in my stomach when his fingers casually intertwine with mine, when those intense hazel eyes lock with my honey-brown ones across the room...
I shook my head, still smiling like an idiot.
You're hopeless, Shagun.
I shook my head and chuckled to myself like an idiot. Still smiling, I leaned forward to grab my colored pen. I underlined the sentence carefully, letting the pink ink etch the words into memory.
But just as I was about to flip the page...
Tink.
A strange, delicate sound echoed.
Something had slipped.
My hand flew to my neck.
The mangalsutra. My mangalsutra....
My fingers found only the chain - loose, empty and when I looked down, my heart dropped.
Black beads and tiny diamonds had spilled across the pages, cascading onto the floor like falling stars.
A lump formed in my throat.
No...
I stood up in a rush, heart racing, breath uneven.
No no no...
Beads scattered everywhere. A few bounced beneath the bed, some lodged into the rug. I dropped to my knees, trembling, as I scrambled to gather them. One by one. Two by two. My hands worked faster than my thoughts.
