THE NEXT DAY

Every girl wishes her big day (wedding day) to be special.

With her fantasies coming to live and her living a wedding of her dreams but not evryone gets that.

Life is not same for evryone. No one wishes to get married in a way they never imagined.

She feels betrayed — not necessarily by anyone specific at first, but by life itself. The world she imagined collapses, and in its place comes confusion, numbness, and grief for a future she’ll never have.

It’s not just about the wedding or the man; it’s about the loss of choice and the death of a dream.

She might begin to question everything — her worth, her purpose, her fate. She might wonder, “Was I ever meant to be happy?”

It can create emotional detachment, quiet rebellion, or in some cases, an inner shutdown where she simply accepts without feeling.

She may go through the motions — smile when needed, wear the clothes, follow traditions — but inside, there’s a quiet ache that doesn’t leave.

The same was happening to amaya.she was adorned with heavy jewels in her neck, a set of bangles in her hands and a blood red lehenga.

She was sitting in front of the vanity while maham was doing her hair. The only makeup she wore was lipstick and mascara.

“How do you feel?”

asked Maham to Amaya.

“How do you think a goat feels before the sacrifice?”

Her voice had no emotions, just rough and plain.

“Whatever Ryan is doing is for your own good. Don’t take him wrong.”

Amaya smiled, and her red eyes met Maham’s in the mirror. Her smile looked defeated.

“Oh, so now your husband sent you here to defend him or explain instead of him. Such a lame move. I may be marrying that man, but make no mistake that I will tolerate him. You all will see how I’ll create hell for him. Bhai wants me happy, then I’ll show him how happily I accept grief and return with force.

He will regret marrying me.”

Her words were like knives, striking Maham one after another, while Ryan stood outside the room with his head lowered.

For a fleeting moment, an urge rose within him to change his decision—but he forced himself to understand, to harden his resolve.

Just then, Amaya’s phone rang, and her face softened instantly. She stood up, removed her veil, and rushed to the side table beside her bed. After last night, she had tried reaching Aleksander but failed.

His phone had been switched off, and her emails hadn’t gone through. Hundreds of messages. Countless unanswered calls.

She had stayed awake the entire night, clinging to her phone, trying every possible way to reach him—but every attempt had gone in vain. There had been no reply.

She had lost hope the moment she wore the red attire, surrendering to what was being forced upon her. But now, this sudden call brought her hopes back to life, fragile yet burning.

As she picked up her phone, all she saw was an unknown number. For a moment, she stood frozen, her breath caught between fear and expectation. Then, with trembling fingers, she answered the call.

Nothing.

She heard nothing but silence.

The cloud of hope burst, and it all came down in the form of water—tears.

Her tears flowed down her face.

Someone covered her face with a veil.

Ryan came in and tried to take her hand, but she took a step back from him. He felt disheartened, and his face fell, but Maham decided to take her outside.

Before anyone could do anything, she moved on her own. With her head held high, she walked straight ahead. Even if she was walking into her misery, she didn’t want to look weak.

The only thing on her mind was how to reach Aleksander.

“You look like an angel… Be happy.”

“Don’t expect me to believe your lies. How can I be happy in a marriage that is a punishment?”

“Come, sit here,” he said, a weak smile on his face.

The audacity of this man—her brother, Ryan—to do this to her and then ask for happiness.

She sat beside a man she didn’t even know. He looked like he was about to puke.

The pain in her chest made her vision blur. Her hands trembled.

She didn’t know anything anymore. No one could stop this wedding now. She had to go through with it.

Aleksander…

Would he hate her for this? Would he think she had betrayed him?

How was she supposed to live a life with someone else… knowing he existed?

She had given everything to Aleksander—her heart, her dreams, her faith in forever. And now she stood helpless, unable to fight for them, unable to save herself. She had failed.

Someone placed the marriage certificate in her hands.

Her aunt’s words weighed heavier than her dignity. They wrapped around her like chains, binding her to this marriage. It was terrifying how a few careless words could ruin an entire life.

An overthinking mind paired with a sensitive heart was nothing short of a disease—once diagnosed, it stays with you forever.

Either it shapes you… or it destroys you.

He had already signed it.

Now, it was her turn.

Her hands were shaking. She couldn’t breathe. Everything inside her screamed no.

Ryan bhai took her hand gently and whispered, “Sign.”

She took the last breath of her freedom… and signed.

She signed away her life.

She signed away her love.

She signed away her soul.

Everyone around her smiled, congratulating one another, celebrating a beginning. But she sat there—silent, numb, broken beyond repair.

All she could think of was Aleksander.

Why hadn’t he answered her calls?

Where was he?

What would happen when he found out?

And how was she supposed to live like this?

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