Drowning Love

chapter 5

Eeshan's pov:

"Help out over here, please."

"These flowers look beautiful."

"You look so handsome"

"The food is so delicious" people were talking with each other.

Everyone was enjoying the wedding.

"Are you ready?" my mother asked me with a bright smile on her face.

"Ahh yes, I'm ready."

It was the day of my lavish Indian wedding, but I was not happy. In fact, I was angry. I stood at the altar, waiting for my bride to arrive, but all I could think about was how much I didn't want to be there.

I had been forced into this marriage by my parents, who insisted that I marry Her. I had tried to argue with them, to tell them that I wanted to marry my love Tia, but they wouldn't listen. They had arranged this marriage with a girl they thought was perfect for me, but I had never even met her before.

As I stood there, waiting, I couldn't help but feel resentful. Why did they get to choose who I spent the rest of my life with? Why couldn't I make my own decisions?

Finally, the music started, and Pihu appeared at the end of the aisle. She was beautiful, with long dark hair and bright, sparkling eyes. But as she approached me, I couldn't help but feel like a stranger was walking towards me.

The ceremony began, and I tried to focus on what the priest was saying. But my mind kept wandering, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was making a huge mistake.

Pihu and I took the vows. I tied the nuptial chain on her neck and then applied the vermilion to her hair. I still can't believe that I'm married now.

After what felt like hours, the ceremony was finally over. We were pronounced husband and wife, and everyone cheered. But I didn't feel like celebrating. I felt trapped.

I turned and walked away, leaving her standing there alone. I knew that I had hurt her, but I couldn't help it. I had to be true to myself,

We reached our mansion where my family started with the rasams, are they all not tired?

She was in my room, sitting there and her head was covered with her veil. I directly went inside my bathroom and change into a pair of comfy clothes.

I said coldly said to her, "Go change your clothes. Or are you going to sit here like a statue?" She nodded and headed towards the bathroom.

Pouring the wine into the glass, I drank, not keeping track of how many glasses I had consumed. I loathed every sip.

Amidst the celebration and happiness around, I felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness. I couldn't comprehend the mistake I made that led to this punishment from fate.

Mumbling to myself, "I cannot forgive her, I'll never forgive her for ruining my life." The weight on my heart intensified, and the reality of being married hit me like a thunderbolt, igniting fury within me.

"Aap... itna drink mat kariye (Don't... drink that much)," she stuttered, concern evident in her voice.

"Oh, so now you are going to tell me what am I supposed to do or not," I retorted in a harsh tone, throwing the glass to the floor.

"Nahi, voh main ye nahi keh rahi thi (No, no, I'm not saying this)," she wobbly uttered, hastily starting to pick up the shattered glass pieces. The room echoed with the fragments of my shattered composure and her attempts to mend what seemed irreparable.

I went out on the balcony and glanced at the beautiful night it was like the night is more richly colored than I'm.

My phone buzzed, and the caller ID sent a shiver down my spine. I reluctantly picked up the call, mustering a strained "Hello, Tia."