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Niharika Verma is a stunning semi-classical dancer who wants nothing more than to travel the world, but the shackles of her dreadful past keep her grounded. On the other end, Asia's well-known businessman and CEO of Ra...
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Maanveer's POV:-
This feeling—
I am not sure what it is—makes me feel like I was mistaken.
Perhaps she is different from others, perhaps she is pure, or perhaps she did not do anything to deceive me.
Maybe everyone was correct, she was not at fault in any of this. I am so frustrated that I do not know what to do at this point.
Upon viewing her photo, my initial thought was that she appeared stunning and attractive, but I could not figure out why I acted like a jerk when I saw her grinning alongside Vivaan. I could not see her with anyone, and I was experiencing an unknown feeling.
Whatever the case, I acted inappropriately and rudely today.
Why I bought that dress and asked her to wear it in front of me is beyond me. How did she feel about me? She claimed to be repulsed by me. She claimed to despise me for this.
Am I feeling hurt from her words?
Fucking No.
Even so, something does not feel quite right.
There is something I have to do. I know I don't have any feelings for her, though. However, I feel bad today and like I should talk to her. Indeed, I must. But where is she now? I have not seen her in almost an hour. After that altercation, she did not enter the room.
Where is she? I need to find her.
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Author's POV:-
On the other hand, in Anand and Shreya's bedroom. Anand jii, standing near the window, said, "Shreya jii, our son is going off track."
"What do you mean?" Shreya inquired with worry.
Anand jii said, "You know, when we heard that Priya had run away from marriage, we all went to her room, and my gaze fell on Niharika; I did not recognize her, and I still do not know who she is, but then my gaze fell on her brown orbs; her eyes are the same as the ones I saw that day in that hotel, That girl has the same brown orbs and Veer's locket." Anand ji paused and further added.
"At the time, I wondered if she was the same girl with whom our Maanveer-" He stopped in the middle again because he did not want to remember the past, but he needed to explain everything to his wife, so he continued, "That is why I chose Niharika over Bhavya in Priya's place."
" But, I have not received any evidence about that incident as of yet, and I am not even positive if she is the same girl."
"However, your son was now acting improperly; he handed her contract divorce documents, and from what they could tell, they separated after a year." Shreya gasped as she heard this. She never imagined her son could do something like this without telling them.
"What, how can he do this without telling us? I will talk to him tomorrow. He is doing so wrong, whatever the issue, but now that she is his wife, he has to accept her at all costs." stated Shreya.
"No, Shreya Jii, there is no need to talk. I tried to explain to him why we wanted to marry Niharika, but he did not listen. If Niharika is the same girl, then there are good and bad things in life."
"What do you mean, tell me clearly." Shreya inquired, unsure of her husband's exact meaning in his riddle sentence.
"If Niharika is indeed the same person, then perhaps she will not forget Maanveer for everything that transpired in the past, and after a year, Maanveer might have let her go."
"Furthermore, Maanveer lost a priceless diamond if she is not the same girl." Shreya became anxious as he finished his statement.
"Our Maan loses both ways under both circumstances. "
"May God grant him some sense." Shreya uttered and Anand just hummed in reply. .. .. ..
Here, Niharika was on terrace. She is thoroughly disgusted by his thinking. She is furious and enraged.
She collapsed onto her knees, her hands trembling, sobbing uncontrollably, wanting to cry out loud but unable to do so.
She wanted to give him a hard slap for thinking that way about her, but she is unable to do so.
She tolerated his rudeness and harsh words up until this point because she believed he was also forced into marriage, but today he went too far.
He has no right to question her about anything if he does not accept her as his wife.
She was genuinely shivering; she knew that she detested him, but even more, she detested herself for being so helpless and for not speaking up for herself at the wedding, which would have prevented her from being stuck in this predicament.
She married him with the honor of her family in mind, always and always, but what about her? And her emotions and feelings—what about them? This does not concern anyone.
Her father compelled her to enter into this union in order to preserve the honor of his older brother, whose daughter had left her own marriage and found herself in a terrible circumstance.
She despises herself for being so incredibly frail. She appears to have had something heavy placed over her chest because her entire body is trembling and she is having trouble breathing.
She is experiencing a panic attack as she considers how she messed up her life—both in the past and the present.
She knows that no one in this place can assist her, which is why she managed to get up and begin looking for something.
Taking her phone, she plays a song on it.
Subsequently, she began to dance. She was dancing because it is the only thing that helps her manage her anxiety and panic attacks and provides her with a place to forget about everything.
She dances because it makes her forget everything.
For her, dance provides solace.
She was dancing to the beat and streaming tears; eventually, when she became fatigued, she stopped and sat on the swing that was on the terrace. She turned to watch the moon. Like this, an additional hour went by. It was 01:20 am when she looked at her smartphone.
She considered going downstairs. Nevertheless, she went to the kitchen rather than the room. and made herself a cup of tea because she had been crying so much that she was suffering from a severe headache.