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

to Indian Astrology

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

about my engagement with that handsome stranger. I was shocked that is an understatement. When he says that he loves me

my poor financial conditions. And to counter that, my 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

I got 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. Every time I was given

cleared up for

older than me. He saw me for the first time when I was just 9 years old. He was the only son of my mom's masters. He fell in love with me the moment he saw

ready to 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

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 dearly. And to know that

their own daughter. They never blame me for their son's death. Any other person in their place would

that I love him but he became my good friend in such a short time that had tugged unseen

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 Veer made sure that they

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

death and that it is just a few months from that horrible day made me feel like I

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

As I finished my story I glanced towards Aadhya to find her crying. 

Now I'm happy. Don't worry about me and focus on your

soon, came and

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Aadhya's POV

told me her story and it was too much for me to bear. I don’t know why but I'm feeling bad for Kabir. Because he also didn't get his love like me.

the reason for my tears and it was then that I realised I was crying. Before I could answer her, my aunt came and took her out for some

miserable situation. Soon he will be here to marry

a bad past but her future is bright with Akshar. On contrary my past, present and future is permanently dull, all because of that man Veer

destroy my future because he clearly

did I slap him? 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 was to be done is already done

I signed my own death certificate the day he proposed to my family with his marriage proposal, leaving no room for me

was the worst day of my life. I remember everything like it

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