•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

┌── •✧• ──┐

"The intensity of her love scares my shadows. They burn my soul and have the power to bring me on my knees."

└── •✧• ──┘

┌── •✧• ──┐

"Unke hisse ki Mohobbat humare naam ki na sahi to unke hisse ki nafrat hi sahi, hume to bas unko parchai mai rehna hai."

└── •✧• ──┘

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

Roop had been in love with a man for 7 years. An Unrequited love. Her sister's husband. A Forbidden love.

Now after 7 years of living in shadows with her broken heart, her destiny brought her back in front of the same man she lost her heart to.

Standing as his Wife. A substitute wife, in front of mirror in his room, she gazed upon herself.

Oh how she dreamt of for years to be his bride, a red bridal lehenga, the mangalsutra adorning the valley of her cleavage, the sindoor of his name in her hair partitions. The dark mehendi on her hands with his name secretly writen on her palm for him to find it in the sweet night.

But the reality was far away from it.

The irony, she got it all but without him and his love.

Because she is his substitute wife.