His eternal love

Aadhya's poV

"Aadhya you're looking so beautiful today. And why not? You should be…” Asmita said dreamily as if she’s on cloud nine and finished “after all it’s your wedding day." 

Yes it's my wedding today with Mr. Veer Roy....

I don't know whether I should be happy that my parents are happy about this marriage thing or cry over my cruel fate?

One slap can make a person's life hell. If one month ago someone had told me that I would marry, I would have laughed until my stomach hurt. But here I'm marrying the devil of my life.

"Aadhya, where are you lost? In veer's dreams?" Asmita elbowed me teasingly.

Oh yeah in the dreams that are far worse than nightmares. My heart spat venomously at the thought and I badly wanted to wipe that irritating smile on her face but I managed to bottle up my emotions.

"Hah, as if you aren’t lost in Akshar's dreams. You know today you're going to be married to him" I said trying my best to sound happy.

But whom am I kidding? Every word that left my mouth was like spears on my heart. The brutal irony of fate and my worst reality. It seems lady luck is on my side as Asmita was lost in her own dreamland, far from noticing the regret and pain reflecting in my eyes. She blushed like there is no tomorrow and dare I say, she is freaking more red than a tomato now. But wait something’s amiss. Is she crying?

Hell yeah, but why? Why is she crying? Shouldn't it be me filling buckets after buckets with tears now?

"Asmita what happened? Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong? If so then please forgive me, I didn’t mean to disappoint you. I'm sorry." I said hurriedly.

Asmita gave me a genuine smile as she reassured me "No Aadhya I'm not crying because of you but I remembered my wedding with Kabir" 

"Your wedding with Kabir? It’s not like a forced marriage or something like that?" I didn’t mean to be an information digger but my curiosity got the best of me. 

"No Aadhya, it was not a forced marriage. Kabir married me because he loved me so much and I was also happy to marry him but that incident shattered me" she said more like whispered at the end of her statement.

"You know you can share it with me if you want." I said 

"Do you want to know?" she asked hesitatingly.

"Yes why not but only if you feel so" I answered. 

"OK then I will tell you" that’s all she said before narrating her story. 

POV:

girl. Blessed not only with beauty but also a cursed fate.

a manglik wasn’t helping much (a curse according to Indian Astrology according to which her/his first

handsome guy whom I saw in a mall. A complete stranger to

with that handsome stranger. I was shocked that is an understatement. When he says that he loves me and wants

mom used to work as a maid for a house. Her masters are very good but suddenly she left the job. And we became rich. I tried to ask my mother many times how we became rich but every time she used to shrug me off saying she won a lottery. My brain was too young to think of that statement of hers and my 9 year old self believed

everything I want. I was raised like a princess. But as the time passed I became suspicious over the money my mother claimed to win in a lottery. My suspicions lead to my arguments and that seemed to piss her off.

But on my birthday everything cleared up for me. 

for the first time when I was just 9 years old. He was the only son

give me the privileges that I deserve as his wife. And just like that just from that moment I was betrothed to him. I was shocked to my core but nevertheless, I accepted my fate but did not love him back. But he loved me

6 months I got married to him. On our wedding night he met with an accident and died. I was shattered because I lost the person who loved me

they love me like their own daughter. They never blame me for their son's death. Any other person in their place would have blamed me as a bad omen and what not but they were anything but harsh. They are the one who asked me to complete my

engaged myself in college and studied to forget him but all in vain, I couldn’t forget him. Not that I love him but he became my good friend in such a short time that

my life. I met him in college and then Veer. Akshar and Veer both are very good persons. Akshar saved me from some seniors who tried to molest me while

made Kabir attracted towards me and love me, eventually resulting in his tragic death. And now I was in trouble because of the very same culprit. Although I can't deny the fact that I felt attracted towards Akshar from the start , it still felt bad. 

a few months from that

to accept it. So I asked my mil. She said Kabir loves me and I am living my life to make him happy. So after a lot of thinking finally I accepted his proposal. And then I fell for him. And

I finished my story I glanced towards Aadhya

about me and focus on your future." I said unsure of how to

who will be mine soon, came and took

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Asmita's POV ends

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Aadhya's POV

too much for me to bear. I don’t know why but I'm feeling bad for Kabir.

tears and it was then that I realised I was crying. Before I

miserable situation. Soon he will be here to

Asmita has a bad past but her future is bright with Akshar. On contrary my

couple of hours from now I'm going to marry him, signing to destroy my future because he clearly stated that he wants me for revenge.

Why? Only if I could go back in time and stop myself from slapping him. Why my desire to save that girl has brought me to my hell? I would not have married him if I had kept my thoughts and my hands to myself. But what now? What is the use of crying over spilled milk? What

with his marriage proposal, leaving no room for me

I remember everything like it just happened.

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