Marriage

At the venue:

Suhana stood, her eyes darting around as she searched for Anisha. She had just finished a conversation with Yuvaan and couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. "Where is Anisha?" she asked, concerned.

Yuvaan, with a calm but slightly uneasy smile, replied, "She's gone to the washroom. Don't worry, you go ahead. I'll let her know when she returns."

Suhana's frown deepened. "But I feel like something's wrong... I should wait for her," she said hesitantly, but her parents interrupted her as they called out, "Come on, beta, we're getting late, and the weather looks bad. We need to go."

Suhana, still unsure but not wanting to argue, nodded in agreement. "Alright, but tell Anisha I said good night," she said, her voice soft but filled with concern.

As Suhana turned to leave, she glanced one last time towards the washroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of her friend.

Soon, the night unfolded into confusion. Ridhima, Anisha's mother, noticed her daughter was still missing. Concern clouded her features as she approached Yuvaan. "Where is Anisha? She hasn't come yet, and the weather is only getting worse. I think we should leave now," she said, her voice tinged with worry.

Yuvaan, still trying to keep things calm, nodded. "Yes, let's go. I'll call her right now," he assured, pulling out his phone as the group started gathering their things.

They all waited for a moment as Yuvaan tried calling Anisha, but her phone was lying on the table near the washroom. Confusion spread among the group, and soon Anisha's family members began to grow anxious. Yuvaan's calls went unanswered, and the uneasy silence thickened.

Anisha's father, feeling the tension, immediately dialed Ridhima's number. "When are we leaving? We need to find Anisha. What's taking so long?"

Ridhima's voice crackled through the line. "She isn't here, and I'm starting to worry."

Just then, Abhimaan's family arrived at the scene. Yuvaan hurriedly showed them a photo of Anisha on his phone, his voice tight with anxiety. "We still can't find her," he said, his eyes scanning the crowd, hoping for a sign of her.

Dev, Abhimaan's father, along with Baldev, his uncle, glanced at the photo, then exchanged glances between themselves. "She's probably just around here somewhere. Don't worry, let's keep looking," Dev assured Yuvaan as they began searching the premises.

Anisha's father joined in the search, his worry mounting. After what seemed like an eternity, they decided it was best to call the police. Everyone gathered around as the police checked the CCTV footage of the venue. However, the footage was cut off halfway through, leaving them with more questions than answers.

The storm outside worsened, and the wind howled through the trees. Everyone felt the dread that the weather mirrored inside them-this was no longer just about finding Anisha; it had become about something much bigger.

Time skip

Morning

Meanwhile, inside the room, Anisha slowly stirred. The last thing she remembered was the terrifying encounter in the washroom and the panic that set in when everything went wrong. As she opened her eyes, she realized she was not alone. Abhimaan sat beside her, still as tense as ever.

She tried to stand up, but the cuts and bruises on her legs caused her to stumble. She felt dizzy but before she could fall, Abhimaan quickly reached out, steadying her by the waist. His strong arms held her firmly, and for a moment, the chaos of the situation seemed to still. Their eyes locked-Anisha's filled with confusion and fear, while Abhimaan's reflected a mix of frustration and concern.

She opened her mouth to say something, but before the words could form, the door was suddenly flung open. Several villagers stood there, their eyes wide with shock as they took in the sight of the two of them in such an intimate position.

Anisha's heart raced. She instinctively tried to pull away, but Abhimaan held her close. "It's not what you think," he said, his voice strained but firm.

One of the villagers spoke up, "See, Panchayat ji, I told you. I saw them together. What were they doing here all night? Something's wrong."

Abhimaan stood tall, his fists clenched. "Let me explain. This is not what it looks like."

Another villager raised an eyebrow. "Explain then! A girl and a boy, spending the night alone? What kind of behavior is this?"

Anisha, now trembling, found herself pleading. "Please, don't misunderstand. Please..." her voice broke, but she was ignored.

One villager sneered, "How much money did he offer you? We know your type."

"Enough!" Abhimaan yelled, his patience snapping. "You don't know anything."

The villagers, however, were relentless. One spoke up again, "She's got no right to be here. She should be punished for what she did. What if every girl started acting like this?"

Tears filled Anisha's eyes as she clutched at Abhimaan's sleeve. "No I.." she begged again, her voice small and desperate.

One of the villagers, seeming to show a bit of understanding, said, "Let her explain herself."

But another, far more cynical, interrupted, "You might look innocent, but I know what's going on."

Abhimaan's control finally shattered. Stepping forward, he said, "Enough of this. Watch your words."

One of the villagers sneered, "What's this? Why are you taking her stand so much who is she to you? "

Without even thinking, Abhimaan's response was sharp and final: "Biwi."

The room fell into stunned silence. The villagers looked at him, wide-eyed. One of them blinked in confusion. "Biwi? What are you saying?"

Abhimaan nodded, his voice unwavering. " biwi hai meri"

The villagers were silent for a moment, uncertain of what to make of this revelation. One of the villagers, skeptical, asked, "But she has no signs of marriage-no sindoor, no mangalsutra, nothing."

Abhimaan, steady and calm, glanced around the room before walking to a nearby Durga Ji idol. He took some sindoor, holding it with a steady hand. Turning to Anisha, he gently applied it to her forehead. The sindoor fell on her nose also but neither of them spoke. Anisha stood frozen as the realization of what was happening started sinking in.

One of the villager : "God knows what she has done on him"

Abhimaan, his voice more assertive, said, "Jabaan sambhal kar, biwi hai meri." (Watch your tongue, she is my wife.)

The villagers seemed to recoil at the sudden shift in power dynamics. They were silent, not sure whether they should challenge Abhimaan further. At that moment, Anisha's family, along with Abhimaan's grandfather, arrived. They had been searching for Anisha, and when they saw the sindoor on her forehead, the tension in the room escalated.

Anisha rushed to Yuvaan, throwing herself into his arms. Yuvaan, who had been holding back his own emotions, whispered softly, "Shh, bacha. You're safe now."

Devendra everyone out now

They all follow as he say as they all know him.

Anisha crying hugging Yuvaan

Devendra, Abhimaan's grandfather, looked sternly at his grandson. "What is this, Abhimaan? What's going on here?"

Abhimaan didn't flinch. "It's nothing, Dadaji. I just put the sindoor on to protect her," he said, though his voice didn't hold the same certainty he had hoped for.

Devendra raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp. "Are you out of your mind? You put sindoor on her forehead and you think it's nothing?"

Shaddi koi khel nhi hai yeah ek bahut pavrit bandhan hai.

Devendra turing to Anisha keeping his hand on head he say beta I know Jo hua galat hua magar hogya abh yeah tum par nirbhar karta hai tum kya chahti ho. Take you time beta and think.

Yuvaan there is nothing think sir this is just an accident.

Devendra you are her brother you have all rights to protect her but last decision should be her.

Abhimaan's face turned grim, but he didn't argue. He knew what he had done was drastic, but in that moment, it felt like the only way to make them understand

Everyone left for there house's

As soon as they arrived back at the house, Yuvaan opened the door, and Anisha stepped in, still visibly shaken. The moment they crossed the threshold, Ridhima, Anisha's mother, rushed to her, her eyes filled with concern. She wrapped her arms around Anisha in a tight hug, as though trying to absorb her daughter's pain through her warmth.

Yuvaan, standing close by, said softly, "She's fine, Maa. Don't worry. Everything will be okay."

Ankita, Yuvaan's wife, entered behind them and immediately took in Anisha's fragile state. Her gaze lingered on the girl, but she said nothing. There was a quiet tension in the air, as if everyone was silently processing the events that had just unfolded.

Manisha, who had been quiet up until this moment, suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence in the room. "Anisha... married Abhimaan."

The words hung in the air like an explosion, and Anisha froze. Her heart raced, and she felt a wave of shock and confusion hit her. Ridhima and Ankita both stared at Manish in disbelief. "What... what did you say?" Ridhima asked, her voice cracking with shock.

Manish seeing their reaction, repeated himself, her voice shaking slightly. "Anisha married Abhimaan. He... he made her his wife."

Anisha felt numb, her body going cold as she tried to process what was happening. "No... no, that's not true," she whispered to herself, but it was no use. The words echoed in her mind, and she couldn't escape them.

Yuvaan, hearing this, looked at Manish with confusion and anger. "What are you talking about, papa? This is ridiculous! What happened was an accident, nothing more. This isn't a marriage. Abhimaan doesn't... He can't-"

Ridhima cut him off, her face pale. "Marriage? Anisha... you married him?" Her voice shook with a mix of confusion and hurt.

Yuvaan shook his head firmly. "Maa, listen to me. What happened... it wasn't a marriage. It was a misunderstanding, an accident. Anisha... she's in no state to be making decisions right now. She needs rest. We can't talk about this right now. Let's focus on getting her to her room."

Yuvaan turned to Anisha and, with a soft, reassuring tone, said, "Go to your room, Princess. You need to rest. Don't worry about anything else."

Anisha, her mind racing, nodded weakly. She grabbed her phone from Yuvaan's hand and slowly walked toward her room, the weight of everything she had just learned bearing down on her.

Once inside, she shut the door behind her and sank to the floor, her heart pounding. Her fingers trembled as she touched her forehead, where the sindoor that Abhimaan had applied earlier still lingered. Her eyes filled with tears as she traced the line of it with her finger, her breath catching in her throat.

The tears came suddenly, uncontrollably. She couldn't stop them as they streamed down her face. The reality of what had happened, the actions she had no control over, was overwhelming. She closed her eyes, as if to shut everything out, but the image of the sindoor remained vivid in her mind. She had no words for it. She had no words for anything.

Anisha stumbled to the bathroom, the sound of her sobs echoing through the walls. She turned on the shower, hoping the water would wash away the pain, hoping it would wash away the confusion, but it didn't. She just cried and cried, letting the tears fall freely, drowning in the flood of emotions.

Meanwhile, at Rathore Mansion:

Abhimaan stormed into his grandfather's room, his frustration evident in his every step. He threw himself down into the chair, his hands gripping the armrests. "What was that, Dadu?" he asked, his voice low but filled with agitation. "I'm not marrying anyone. You have to understand, I didn't sign up for this."

Devendra, sitting across from him, didn't flinch. "You are already married, Abhimaan. You need to accept it. This isn't something you can run away from. You've tied the knot with Anisha. Whether you accept it or not, you're her husband now."

Abhimaan's jaw tightened as he stood up, pacing in anger. "I don't care about what happened. This is all a mistake! I didn't marry her. I don't even know what to make of this!"

"Then you should figure it out, son," Devendra said calmly. "You have no choice but to accept this marriage. It's done."

Abhimaan's temper flared as he stormed out of the room. "I'll handle this my way," he muttered under his breath.

In his own room, Abhimaan quickly grabbed his phone and dialed his manager's number. "I need Anisha Sharma phone number in five minutes. You hear me? Five minutes," he barked, his voice clipped.

He ended the call abruptly and walked toward the shower, the anger inside him threatening to boil over. As the water washed over him, his mind kept replaying the scene from earlier. The sindoor, the accusations, and the truth he was still struggling to comprehend. He didn't know why, but something about it felt wrong, yet he couldn't deny it. The pieces were falling into place, and whether he liked it or not, he had a responsibility now.

He stepped out of the shower, a determined look on his face as he prepared for the confrontation he knew was coming.

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Anisha, in her room, couldn't escape the feeling that everything was about to change. She didn't know what to think anymore, or how to make sense of her situation. But one thing was clear-this wasn't just an accident. It was far more complicated than that, and she had no idea what the future would hold.

As she dried her face, she looked at her reflection in the mirror again. The sindoor was still there. Her heart beat faster as she thought of Abhimaan, and for a moment, she couldn't decide if she wanted to run from him or face him.

The phone on her bed buzzed suddenly, and she froze. It was a message from Yuvaan: Don't think too much. Everything will be alright. Just rest.

But Anisha didn't know if she could rest. She didn't know if anything would be alright.

Lots of love

Author_Aayu💗