forced beginning
Mandap mein baithi main us aadmi ko ghoor rahi thi… jisse maine kabhi apni zindagi mein dekha tak nahi tha… aur aaj woh mera pati banne wala tha.
Mere haath kaanp rahe the. Nahi… darr se nahi.
Gusse se. Nafrat se.
“Mujhe yeh shaadi nahi karni!” maine dheere se apne papa se kaha, aankhon mein aansu bhar kar.
Unhone meri taraf dekha bhi nahi.
“Chup chaap baithi raho, Tanishka.”
Us pal mujhe samajh aa gaya…
Main akeli hoon. Completely.
Tabhi pandit ji ki awaaz aayi —
“Dulha-dulhan ek doosre ko varmala pehnayein.
Maine pehli baar usse properly dekha.
Black sherwani. Sharp jawline. Cold eyes.
Aisa lag raha tha jaise kisi ne insaan ke roop mein shaitaan bhej diya ho.
Rajveer Singh Rathore.
Naam hi kaafi tha logon ko darane ke liye.
Woh mere paas aaya… itna paas ki mujhe uski perfume ki strong smell mehsoos hone lagi.
“Varmala pehnao,” usne dheere se kaha.
Order. Request nahi.
Maine uski aankhon mein seedha dekha —
“Yeh shaadi zabardasti hai.”
Uske lips thode se curve hue.
“Zabardasti hi toh maza deti hai.”Maine pehli baar usse properly dekha.
Black sherwani. Sharp jawline. Cold eyes.
Aisa lag raha tha jaise kisi ne insaan ke roop mein shaitaan bhej diya ho.
Rajveer Singh Rathore.
Naam hi kaafi tha logon ko darane ke liye.
Woh mere paas aaya… itna paas ki mujhe uski perfume ki strong smell mehsoos hone lagi.
“Varmala pehnao,” usne dheere se kaha.
Order. Request nahi.
Maine uski aankhon mein seedha dekha —
“Yeh shaadi zabardasti hai.”
Uske lips thode se curve hue.
“Zabardasti hi toh maza deti ha
Meri saansein ek second ke liye ruk gayi.
Gusse mein maine varmala uthayi… aur uske gale mein daal di.
Usne bhi wahi kiya.
Log taaliyan baja rahe the.
Par mujhe lag raha tha jaise meri zindagi ka funeral chal raha ho.
🔥 Shaadi ke baad…
Raat.
Ek anjaan room.
Aur main… uske saamne.
Maine turant door ki taraf badhne ki koshish ki—
“Ek kadam bhi aage badha toh accha nahi hoga
Uski awaaz peeche se aayi.
Cold. Dangerous.
Main ruk gayi. Dheere se mudkar uski taraf dekha.
“Tum mujhe rok nahi sakte,” maine himmat jod kar kaha.
Woh dheere dheere mere paas aaya…
Har step ke saath mera heartbeat fast ho raha tha.
“Main tumhe rokunga nahi…”
Woh mere bilkul paas ruk gaya.
“…main tumhe tod dunga agar tumne meri baat nahi maani.”
Meri aankhon mein aansu aa gaye… lekin maine unhe girne nahi diya.
“Main tumse kabhi pyaar nahi karungi.”
Ek second ki silence.
Phir usne meri thodi pakad kar mujhe apni taraf ghuma diya—
“Pyaar?” woh halka sa hansa.
“Mujhe pyaar chahiye hi nahi.”
Uski grip thodi tight hui—
“Mujhe sirf tum chahiye.”
Aur us pal…
Mujhe samajh aa gaya…
Yeh shaadi nahi…
Qaid hai.
