Her POV
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she took in her feminine figure adorned in a red-themed saree and jewelry, making her look almost divine. Yet, the elegance felt hollow. What is the purpose of all this? she wondered. She wasn’t happy—her heart longed for freedom, not this empty facade. Silent tears began to stream down her soft, muted eyes, filled with mixed emotions she could no longer suppress. A gentle breeze drifted through the open windows, brushing against her dusky skin and sending shivers through her body. She closed her eyes, allowing her tears to flow freely.
Her fingers subconsciously brushed against the mangalsutra, the sacred necklace that hung around her neck, its black beads seemingly heavier than ever. She traced the symbol of her bond, the very thing that tied her to a life she never wanted. The sindoor on her forehead, once applied with hope, now felt like a symbol of captivity. Her heart ached as she touched the red powder, the mark of a wife, knowing it no longer held the meaning it once did.
Her reflection showed a woman who was supposed to be happy, cherished, and loved. But she was none of those things. She was a prisoner in her own life, bound by the rituals, the expectations, and the choices made for her. Tears welled up once again, but this time, they didn’t just speak of sadness; they whispered of regret, longing, and an unspoken desire for escape.
Her mind slipped into the past, recalling moments she wished she could undo. What if I had never met him? she thought bitterly. She would be happy now, living with her family—her father, mother, and younger brother. But no, it wasn’t destiny; it was her misfortune that had brought her to this place, trapped in this situation. From the very beginning, it had been a mistake. If only she had known his intentions, she would never have approached him that day. She would still be a free bird, soaring in the open skies, unburdened. But her bad luck had turned her world upside down. From freedom to captivity. From light to darkness. From independence to being his prisoner, his captive, his wife.
"From Navya Thakur to Navya Rathod"
Her gaze fell on a knife lying in a bowl of fruit. Without hesitation, she reached for it, a hollow chuckle escaping her lips. “I can’t live with a monster, but at least this is my final escape,” she whispered. Closing her eyes, she drew the blade across her wrist. Crimson streams began to flow, and the room around her dimmed as darkness consumed her senses.
Before her body could hit the floor, strong arms caught her. His brown eyes widened in terror as they locked onto her wrist, where blood was pouring out uncontrollably. He froze momentarily, his entire body trembling with fear. Then, his voice broke the silence as he shouted her name, his cry echoing through the room. The sound drew others, who rushed in only to stop in stunned disbelief.
Snapping out of his shock, a surge of adrenaline coursed through him. His hands trembled as he reached for her, but there was no time for hesitation. He scooped her up in his arms, the weight of her limp body sending a jolt of panic through him. Her head lolled to the side, her skin pale and cold to the touch. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze—her lifeless form in his embrace, the gasps and cries from the others fading into the background.
His heart pounded painfully in his chest, the desperate need to save her overriding everything else. Without a word, he turned and rushed out of the room, the faces of the others still frozen in shock, their voices lost in the haze of his thoughts. Each second that passed felt like an eternity, the tight grip on her growing heavier as he reached his car.
His hands fumbled as he opened the door and slid into the driver's seat, his eyes scanning the road ahead, but all he could see was her face—pale, motionless, her every breath a distant memory. His mind was a whirlwind of fear and desperation. Was it too late? Would he get to her in time? The hospital was too far, and every second felt like an insurmountable distance.
With a sharp breath, he slammed the accelerator to the floor, the engine roaring to life as the car shot forward. He barely registered the sounds of the road, his entire focus consumed by the image of her. The world outside blurred, but in his mind, every moment felt like an eternity. Every glance at her made his pulse quicken, a silent scream echoing in his head. He couldn't afford to lose her. Not now. Not like this.
The hospital loomed closer, but every turn, every stretch of road seemed to stretch on forever. The fear clawed at him, his hands gripping the wheel with white-knuckled intensity. Desperation crept in, gnawing at his resolve, as he fought to keep his composure. He couldn't let go, couldn't let this be the end.
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