I am scared
I could not move as I froze in my spot and it's like I was struck by lightning.
I know it's now or never but I could not bring myself to resist this urge to protest.
I know this is gonna destroy me and break me physically mentally in every possible way practically I am going to get broken beyond repair.
But I could not do anything. I stood rooted to my place as I had been stuck and it hit me that everything is completed. I can't let this happen but I can't do anything.
I can't let my happy family and it's reputation go into ashes. I can see the flames emerging from my life destroying my dignity, dreams, freedom and most importantly me.
For all it is holy fire but for me it is looking as flames of hell as if they are going to burn me alive.
Now I'm no longer saahi sigh. Now I'm saahi sanjeev goenka, the wife of Mumbai's no. One businessman and hottest bachelor.
And exactly the same time my husband dearest (from a minute ago) squeezed my hand taking the life out of my hand as if it's his mocking attempt of making me acknowledge his presence beside me in his wedding attire in our romantic wedding which I am least interested in. But the thing is he is successful in his attempt as I realised now I and my precious life are bound with him.
Welcome to my new life in new hell with the yamraj (god of hell ) himself as my husband dearest.
Havan kund: it is a word used for holyfire in hindu weddings.
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