"Shaadi sirf naam ki hogi, Vedika." Arman's cold voice echoed inside the beautifully decorated room. "Don't expect a husband from me." Vedika felt her heartbeat stutter. This was not how she imagined her wedding night since childhood. Not after spending years dreaming about him. Not after writing his name beside hers in the corners of her notebooks. Not after waiting eight whole years for him to return from abroad. Arman sandhu. Her first crush. Her almost-stranger husband. The same boy whose one smile used to make her day... now stood in front of her with emotionless eyes. "I agreed to this marriage because of our families," he continued while loosening his tie, not even looking at her. "You'll get respect, my family name, everything. But don't expect love." Her fingers tightened around her red bridal dupatta. "Was there ever a time," she asked softly, voice trembling, "when you liked me even a little?" Silence. That silence broke her more than words ever could. Because for Vedika Malhotra... this marriage was the beginning of forever. But for Arman sandhu... it was just a responsibility. And sometimes the most painful love stories begin with a promise made in childhood... between two people who wanted completely different futures.
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