Hello Moonlights. So, here is the third chapter but yes I saw there were 17 followers in Instagram but the Wattpad reviews remains either two or three . It's not a pressure to you all but ofc at least comment down ur view and read it

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AARNA'S P.O.V

After cleaning over the way from the room to the corridor, feeling the stress, we came down. This time, only one question was going on in my mind "Why? Why me?"

Standing near the stairs, looking at my parents, kneeling down hurt me like a burn in my heart. I, followed by my best friends, reached the entrance. There, I saw a man standing with his back to me: broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, wearing a Pathani Kurta and a sword around his neck. With his hair falling, I began checking him out. "God, Aarna, focus, focus!"

Again looking back at my parents and him, I asked him, "Who are you?" as I assumed him to be the head, since all the guards around us, leaving my family and relatives, had bowed their heads down as if the files were some kind of diamond or the most amazing things in the world.

Listening to my question, he turned down, and, oh my god, I was mesmerized at that exact moment."

In eyes of blue, a
captivating gleam,
The face, a masterpiece, a waking dream.
A heart-shaped canvas, rich and finely wrought,
Where perfect form and beauty are truly caught.

A trimmed beard frames, a gentle, sculpted line,
Long lashes fringe, where dark eyes softly shine.
Thick brows above, a graceful, arching sweep,
And on the face, a sacred mark, held deep.

A 'tilak' bright, a crimson, sacred hue,
A wonder unforeseen, a vision new.
For who could know, such beauty could reside,
Where sindoor's grace, with form, would coincide?

His eyes collided with mine, and for some reason, I found my world fading ,consumed by the sound of weeping and crying, the fading visions of parents, the very fabric of marriage - finds solace in a singular connection. His eyes, vast as a cloud-strewn, star-dusted sky, promise a serene breeze, a gentle illumination to banish the night's shadows. Yet, even as the moon rises, casting its radiant glow, a profound sorrow lingers. This individual, a beacon of light for others, bears an unseen burden, a silent agony that echoes through the very core of their being. A world's pain, embraced and carried, even as they shine brightly for all to see, a poignant testament to hidden suffering.

Why do I feel .......I know these eyes.....I ...feel the emotion in them
But why???

They pulled me out! Dragged me, screaming, from the depths of thought, to answer my question! My friends... friends... they asked. And Mahi! She hooked me, snared him in her gaze, demanding answers. 'Don't you hear what she asks?' she hissed, her voice a serpent's coil around into the room. 'Who are you? And why are you here?' The weight of her words, the crushing importance of it all... why???

But his next words shook me to the core.

" Apni amanat apne saath lejane aayahuu or iss ba apni ardhangini bana ke"

(Bhaiyo or bheno kripya karke apni chooli tightly band le because the twist are goona start from the next Chapter and yes

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He means marriage to whom, me and him . Now don't tell me he is here to stop my marriage ( mana hot magaar Kuch bhi Karen ge bilkul nhi) mirroring the turmoil in her soul. "And force me to marry him - How can I? I am getting married in a few hours with Nishant!" Her hand trembled, the pen scratching a desperate plea. "I can't betray him, betrayal are not in our blood." The words were a silent scream against an unseen force, a desperate struggle against a fate imposed upon her. Just as the weight of her impending, unwanted marriage threatened to crush her, her thoughts, her very world, were violently shattered by the sharp, echoing crack of a bullet. The sound, a harbinger of chaos, ripped through the fragile peace of her internal battle, leaving an ominous silence in its wake.

With a fiery resolve, I advanced, my gaze unwavering as it locked onto his. "Marry me?" I demanded, each word a challenge, a plea, an accusation. "Or do you merely wish to toy with my heart, to make a mockery of my affections? If I was truly your preference, if you truly desired this union, why did you not seek my hand from my parents then? Why all this deception, this delay?" The air crackled with unspoken truths and the weight of a love scorned, each "why" a hammer blow against the silence.

"Whatever the case may be, today, our marriage to Nishant is set to happen, or..."

A sudden, jarring silence falls as the speaker is abruptly cut off, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air, a pivotal moment tragically seized by an unforeseen interruption.

" Kisne Kaha ki apki Shaadi ajj nhi Hogi or isse mandap me hogi bas dulha honge.
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Hum"
He said showing his fingers towards the mandap decorated beautifully for my marriage just as I love.

He completed his sentence, leaving all of us shocked as hell.

The air crackled with disbelief as the truth unfurled. "Me, Mahi, and Aruna were shocked as hell," we recounts, the words heavy with the weight of revelation. Nishant and ASK titans of industry, their rivalry a whispered legend in the business world, had always been a source of tension. But none could have foreseen the chilling depths to which Nishant's ambition would plunge.

"What we didn't know," the voice trembles, "was that he would take this rivalry to this stage." The words hang in the air, a chilling prelude to the horror unveiled. The ruthless abduction, the family held hostage, all culminating in the ultimate, unthinkable demand: "asking me to marry him." The question echoes, not of love, but of power, coercion, and a life irrevocably altered by a desperate, dangerous game.

Like seriously Shaadi or revenge alag alag hai yarr Kyu dono ko jodna

I asked him " like seriously, Pagal wagal toh nhi hogye na , yah fir dimag ma Khai chot toh nhi lagai na , Matlab Banda Kuch bhi bolege or hum mann lenge"

"If you seek vengeance, if your heart burns for a battle against him, know this: my worth is not a prize to be claimed by the victor! Why should I be a mere trophy, handed over to whichever of you two emerges triumphant? I am not a prize to be won, but a soul to be chosen. Let him who truly desires me, who truly understands my worth, step forward and claim me in marriage, but I am not a pawn in your vengeful game!"

Suddenly mahi fell unconscious on the ground Aruna ran towards her just as I was about to rush towards her HE held my hand from behind.

The air crackled with unspoken fury as my gaze, a searing inferno of wrath, bore into him. Every fiber of my being screamed defiance, every cell urged me to unleash a torrent of retribution. Yet, he stood, a monument of unyielding stone, impervious to the storm raging within me. My anger, a tempest meant to shatter, merely dissipated against his impassive form.

Then, a subtle shift. A flicker in his eyes, a silent directive that transcended words. In that instant, a chilling understanding passed between him and his men. No spoken command, no gesture, only the raw power of his gaze, a silent symphony of authority that commanded absolute obedience. It was as if his very soul spoke through his eyes, a language understood only by those bound to his will. The scene was a stark tableau of power and submission, a silent drama unfolding with devastating clarity.

Suddenly, They dragged my parents and my mahi who was in Aruna's lap in to the mandap." The air thickens with a palpable sense of dread as the narrator, utterly bewildered, grapples with the unfolding chaos. "I couldn't Understand any thing what was going on," they recount, a chilling admission of helplessness and confusion. Yet, amidst the disarray, a primal instinct stirs, a knowing deep within that this is no ordinary event. "but knew of was something really unexpected," they conclude, the final words echoing with a profound and unsettling realization of impending, unforeseen consequences.

His voice, a thunderclap in the stillness, unleashed words that shattered the very foundation of my world. With each syllable, the ground beneath me crumbled, a chasm opening where solid earth once stood. My legs, suddenly devoid of support, threatened to betray me, as his revelation sent tremors through my entire being. In that instant, his utterance became a force of nature, sweeping away all certainty and leaving me teetering on the precipice of an unknown abyss.

" BURN THIS MANDAP"

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