Unscripted

♤Chapter 1♤

 Chapter 1

“I’m not marrying Sayantika!” shouted Ayansh Raghuvanshi, his voice echoing in the mostly empty hall, and startling some of the workers, setting up the decorations of his wedding hall. He kicked the chair beside him in a burst of frustration, wincing in pain as it shot through his foot, irritating him further.

 “I don’t even know her. What if my marriage ends up like Dhwani’s ?” he spoke, voice laced with terror, pacing the ornate hallway anxiously, thoughts spiralling as around him, the staff bustling, hurrying to set things up.

 On one of the chairs of the front row sat Samaira Kundra . She looked at him with an air of calmness that bordered on eerie, clutching a wine glass with apple juice in her hand, swirling it as if it was white wine. “Dude chill, you’re over-reacting,” she said,“You’ll be fine. Your entire life is scripted. And Dhwani’s life? It went exactly according to the script. Be like Dhwani, she’s so composed.” 

“That’s the exact problem!” he shouted. “She’s so goddamn calm. Her husband—” He stopped mid-sentence, brow furrowed, mind straining to recall his name.

“Vivaan.” said a voice from the chair next to Samaira, where the wife of the man in question, Dhwani Kundra, sat. Her face was gaunt as she stared straight ahead, the recollection of her own marriage causing her gloom.

“Yeah, Vivaan!” Ayansh nodded, as if naming him proved his point.

 “He literally tried to kill her in her sleep! The plot completely changed the minute we reincarnated. We’re all doomed!” He ran a hand through his hair, eyes darting toward the ornate wedding stage.

“Should I just run away from my marriage?” 

Dhwani spoke up, sighing, “You’re wrong, Ayansh. He was supposed to attempt to murder me in Chapter 3.” She shrugged, examining her nails. 

“But then again, I am supposed to be crying, which of course I didn’t. I found his reason valid. He thinks all women, except his precious sister and perfect mother, are gold diggers, courtesy of his ex, Shanaya Oberoi, leaving him for a richer man.” 

She turned her head to the woman in question, seated on a chair across her, looking at her with nothing but accusation 

Shanaya jolted at the mention of her name, placing her phone down on which she had been texting the richer man in question. She frowned, feigning offence, her hand fluttering to her chest in a show of exaggerated grace. 

“Hey! It wasn’t my choice, my father made me do it.” She huffed, tossing her hair back.“Anyways, I’m not going to complain. My husband’s obscenely rich and handsome as hell.”

 Her eyes sparkled as she showed them all her extravagant engagement ring. “The only problem is that he barely spends any time with me”, she sighed, a slight pout on her face as she checked her phone again for any messages from him.

Dhwani sighed again, resting her head on her hand as she fixed Shanaya with an amused look, “You aren’t wrong per se, your husband is quite the catch. But Shanaya, dear, you’re worrying about the wrong thing.”

Samaira huffed, a smirk on her face. “Yeah, Shanaya. Aren’t you the one with a seven year old boy’s cardiac surgery scheduled tomorrow? And pray tell how are you going to do so, considering you’ve never practiced medicine before? You were an AI developer before all this,” she gestured wildly at the wedding hall and the rest. “insanity.”

Shanaya’s eyes widened as she gasped, “Oh fuck! You’re right!  Poor kid, I need to figure something out.” She picked up her phone, frantically searching something, her eyes flitting over the words on the screen before she placed it down, an air of nonchalance replacing her previous panic.