KIARA's POV :-

I am staring at my reflection in the mirror in front of me. I am clad in a red lehenga looking exactly like how I imagined myself as a bride ever since my childhood. Red colour that is not too red, with minimal jewellery, red glass bangles that are making sweet sounds everytime I move my hands.

The anklets are again making tinkling sweet sounds but somehow all of this is not making me happy, instead it is making me sad and helpless as this is what I have ever dreamt of, GETTING MARRIED and now that I am getting married, I am not happy.

If it were in my hands, I would have never agreed to get married but again as I said “If it were in my hands”. The girl who was lively and independent is now forced into a marriage with who?

I don’t know…….

Yes I don’t know who my husband is, I have never met him. I don’t know anything about him.

I was peacefully living my life in Bangalore, when I suddenly received a call from my parents saying I needed to go back immediately. My family is not a big call family, we talk to each other like once a month, because after everything that happened that day, I don’t have the courage to talk to them or even face them like before.That day still haunts me like a nightmare.

Why am I even thinking about it right now?

A sudden knock on the door gets me out of my thoughts and I calm myself down through some deep breaths.

“Are you ready, Kiara?”, says Disha in a slightly worried tone. The lines on her forehead confirms my suspicion. “Yes”, I answer her in a tone that even I couldn’t recognise myself.

“You don't have to do this, you know that right?”. Her tone is concerning and I understand where it is coming from but there's no going back now. I was forced to do this, it's not like I wanted this, but backing off right would bring a bigger consequence.

Another knock on the door, and my sister Aranya walks in, with a sad face.

“The baarat is here didi”

I release a big sigh. It's time. I simply nod and look at Disha. Her expression still shows concern for me. Ignoring all of that, I walk slowly towards the door and they both follow me. Disha is helping me with my lehenga and Aranya is holding my hand.

The wedding music slowly starts to fill my ears along with the holy chants of the pandit sitting in front of the havan. From the corner of my eye I see a man sitting in front of him, following his instructions.

He's my husband…

And I don't even know his name…

“Please call the bride”. Pandit ji's voice reaches my ears. “Let's go didi”. I follow Aranya's lead to the mandap where the marriage was about to take place. She helps me get in the mandap and I sit on the small sitting table placed there near my husband. She helps a little with managing my lehenga and once it's done, she leaves.

After the Pheras, the pandit ji starts reciting the chants again.

“Fill the partition with Vermilion Reyansh”. My heart stops… What did he just say? Reyansh??

No no no, he can't be here. He shouldn't be here.

“Look up Kiara”. Disha's voice reaches my ears and I follow her and that's when I see the only person I ought to never see again. With that he fills my partition.

My body froze. The blood has gotten colder. No. You can't be here, Reyansh.

“Reyansh?”. I only whisper it to myself but somehow he hears it and nods at me. No this can't be true.. I am dreaming.

“Yes Kiara, I am Reyansh”. And that was it. My years of anger that I was holding in myself, it all fell down from my eyes in the form of tears. All the memories from the past flooded back in.

“Now the wedding is done, you both are officially husband and wife from now. Please get up and take blessings from the elders”. I hear the pandit ji say. My body froze.

I try to stand up immediately, I can't marry him. I cannot marry the only man I loved once with everything I had and he turned out to be the one who broke me with everything he had. He is my enemy, I have to go away from him so far away that even his energy can't find me.

Shaking my head negatively I move only to feel a strong manly grip on my wrist. “Do not dare to go away again Kiara”. I felt scared of him for the first time. He was my safe space, the only shoulder I would cry on back in the days but never in my life I thought I would get scared of him.

My tears started falling out like a waterfall. Like I have no control over them. Which is true because I don't have any control of them or anything happening around me. I just want some space and peace. ALONE.

My lover…

My biggest enemy…

IS BACK… …

REYANSH RAICHAND IS BACK.

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Authornehaa