The weeding hall was glowing with golden light . Flowers were everywhere . Music was playing softly.
But inside priya's heart ....there was silence.
She was sitting in her bridal dress. Hands trembling.
Everyone thought she was nervous .
But she was not nervous .
She was broken
Across the hall , amit stood near the stage .
History eyes were searching for her one last time . Tonight was he wedding.
But not with him.
Three years ago ....
They met in college .
It started with a small fight over a library book.
Excuse me that's mine ,priya said angrily.
And amit smiled. Then prove it .
That fight turned into friendship.
Friendship slowly turned into love.
Late night calls
Rainy day bike rides.
Dreams about a small house.
They promised each other —
"No matter what happens, we'll never leave."
But promises are easy to make.
Hard to keep.
Priya's father had business losses.
Debt was increasing.
One night he said,
"Beta, this marriage will save our family."
The groom was rich.
Powerful.
Priya looked at Amit that night and cried.
"Run away with me," Amit whispered.
She stayed silent.
Family or love?
She chose family.
Back to present…
The priest called her name.
"Bride, come to the mandap."
She stood up.
Her heart was screaming inside —
Say no. Stop this.
But her lips didn't move.
Just before the rituals started…
Suddenly a voice echoed in the hall.
"STOP!"
Everyone turned.
It was Amit.
Wet from rain.
Breathing heavily.
"Priya… if you walk away today, I'll never come back."
Silence.
The world froze.
Priya looked at her father.
Then at Amit.
Tears rolled down her face.
And then she said…
(To be continued…)