Naina helplessness
The doctor shifted Devanash into a VIP room, ensuring he had a more comfortable space for recovery. Meghana sat beside his bed, holding his hand, her eyes filled with pain.
Meghana (softly, her voice trembling): "Kya haalat kar li hai apni, Dev? Time dekha hai?"
(What have you done to yourself, Dev? Look at the time...)
She gently stroked his forehead, hoping he would wake up soon.
Sarita, who had always been closer to Devanash than even Aaradhya, Kunal, or Vedant, felt her heart breaking. She couldn't bear to see him like this.
Sarita (to Meghana, forcing a weak smile): "Didi, jab yeh uthega na, tab isse ache se daatna. Main bhi daatungi!"
(Didi, when he wakes up, scold him properly. Even I'll scold him!)
Pratap and Suryaveer exchanged worried glances before gently placing reassuring hands on their wives' shoulders, trying to console them.
As the night deepened, the hospital room remained dimly lit, the only sound being the steady beeping of the monitors. Devanash was still unconscious, trapped in a storm of emotions that had pushed him to such an extreme.
Naina's POV
Naina slowly opened her eyes, her head pounding. Her face felt stiff from all the dried tears, and her eyes were swollen and red. Her body ached from exhaustion, but what hurt the most was the loneliness.
She had no one—not a single friend she could confide in. Whenever she tried to get close to someone, her mother and brother made sure to ruin it. If emotional manipulation didn't work, they resorted to physical punishment.
A sudden knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. She took a shaky breath and went to open it.
Standing there was Priya—her so-called bhabhi, a woman who was nothing less than a monster in disguise.
Before her brother's marriage, he only verbally abused Naina, but after marrying Priya, the situation had worsened. Now, beatings had become a daily routine, and Priya made sure to fuel the hatred against her even more.
Priya (mocking): "Maharani ji, sona aur rona-dhona ho gaya ho toh jaake khana bana do!"
(Oh, Your Highness! If you're done crying and sleeping, then go make dinner!)
Her tone was dripping with sarcasm.
Priya (coldly): "Aur ghar ke kaam bhi pade hain, woh bhi karna hai!"
(And don't forget the household chores, they're waiting for you too!)
In her own home, she wasn't treated as a daughter—she was nothing more than a servant. No, even servants had better lives than her. At least they were paid.
Without a word, Naina nodded and walked downstairs.
As she reached the hall, her mother, Sudha, appeared, her voice sharp and commanding.
Sudha: "Priya, kal se shaadi ki tayyari shuru karo aur papers bhi ready karwao."
(Priya, start the wedding preparations from tomorrow and get the papers ready as well.)
Priya (smirking): "Ji maa."
(Yes, mother.)
Naina stood frozen in place, unable to process what she had just heard.
They were forcing her into marriage.
And not just with anyone—but with a man who had once tried to molest her.
A shiver ran down her spine, and her stomach twisted in disgust. How could her own mother do this to her? How could she hate her so much?
But there was no point in asking why anymore.
With trembling hands, she entered the kitchen. The weight of her reality settled in her chest like a boulder, suffocating her. She silently prepared dinner, her fingers shaking as she chopped vegetables. She served the food as usual, standing in the background like a shadow while everyone else ate.
She didn't even touch a single bite.
Instead, she quietly walked back to her room, locked the door, and collapsed on her bed.
Her cries filled the silence of the night as she clutched her own arms, trying to comfort herself.Because no one else ever would've
The hospital room was dimly lit, the steady beeping of monitors the only sound piercing the silence. The world outside was waking up, but inside, time stood still.
And then—
A whisper. A name.
"Naina..."
Meghana's eyes flew open, her heart pounding. She had been dozing off beside her son's hospital bed, exhaustion evident in the dark circles under her eyes. But his voice—so weak, yet so desperate—brought her to full alertness.
Her beta was awake.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she leaned forward, gently cupping his face. His skin was still cold, his body weak, but he was breathing. He was here.
Meghana (softly, yet firmly): "Beta, shaant ho jaao!"
(Son, calm down!)
Hearing her trembling voice, Suryaveer, Partap, and Sarita rushed into the room. Relief flooded their faces, but it was quickly replaced with concern.
Partap didn't waste a second and sprinted to call the doctor. Meanwhile, Meghana continued to stroke her son's face, her voice cracking.
Meghana: "Beta, dekho… maa yahaan hai, papa bhi hai, choti maa bhi hai… sab yahin hain tumhare saath."
(Son, look… your mother is here, your father is here, your choti maa is here… we're all with you.)
A low groan escaped Devanash's lips. His eyelids fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was the worried faces of his family. His heart clenched.
Devanash: "Sorry... Maa... Papa... Choti Maa..."
Before he could say anything more, Sarita's hand shot up threateningly.
Sarita: "Thaapad lagaaungi agar phir se sorry bola toh!"
(I'll slap you if you say sorry again!)
A weak chuckle escaped him, though it quickly turned into a grimace of pain. The tension in the room eased slightly.
The doctor arrived, checking his vitals before nodding.
Doctor: "Mr. Devanash, you're alright now. You can go home soon, but stay away from alcohol."
Devanash simply nodded, exhaustion making his movements sluggish. But before he could even settle back, his father's sharp voice sliced through the air.
Suryaveer: "Mr. Devanash Rajpurohit, kya tum bata sakte ho kal jo tumne kiya, woh kya tha?!"
(Mr. Devanash Rajpurohit, can you explain what you did last night?!)
Devanash groaned inwardly. Mujhe bacha lo koi!
He turned to his mother, playing innocent.
Devanash: "Maa, apne pati ko sambhalo… beta abhi bed pe hai, aur yeh daant rahe hain!"
(Mother, control your husband… your son is still on the hospital bed, and he's already scolding me!)
Meghana sighed dramatically and turned to Suryaveer.
Meghana: "Veer, kyun daant rahe ho? Bechara abhi toh hosh mein aaya hai!"
(Veer, why are you scolding him? Poor thing just regained consciousness!)
Sarita jumped in.
Sarita: "Ji bhaisa, mat daatiye! Abhi toh utha hai bechara!"
(Brother, don't scold him! He just woke up!)
Partap huffed.
Partap: "Bhaisa, yeh dono toh humein daant rahi hain! Inhone hi kaha tha ki jaise hi Dev hosh mein aaye, use daantenge!"
(Brother, these two are scolding us now! Weren't they the ones who told us to scold Dev once he woke up?!)
Sarita shot him a deadly glare. Partap immediately shut up.
A Shocking Sight – A Celebration?!
By the afternoon, they took Devanash home. The moment he stepped inside, his brows furrowed.
The entire mansion was decorated. Shimmering fairy lights, vibrant floral arrangements, and the sound of bustling preparations filled the air.
What the hell was going on?!
Devanash: "Chachu… yeh sab kya ho raha hai?!"
(Uncle… what is all this?!)
Partap smirked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Partap: "Sab pata chal jaayega."
(You'll find out soon.)
Before he could question further, a familiar warmth enveloped him. His dadi, Geeta, had pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.
Geeta: "Mera bachha kaisa hai?"
(How is my child?)
He forced a smile, hiding the turmoil inside him.Devanash: "First-class, Darling daadi"
Geeta: "Oh, my darling, why are you sad? Look, I'm fine!"
He swallowed hard. Sad? He wasn't sad. He was drowning.But before he could answer, his eyes darted back to the decorations.
Devanash: "Koi mujhe batayega yeh sab ho kya raha hai?! Itni tayaari kis liye?"
(Can someone tell me what's happening? Why all these decorations?)
Vedant stepped forward, arms crossed.
Vedant: "Bhabhi ke liye… jis ke liye aapne apni yeh haalat karli."(For bhabhi… the one because of whom you ruined yourself.)
Devanash felt the ground beneath him shift.
Devanash: "Par woh toh kisi aur se shaadi kar rahi hai… main use majboor nahi kar sakta."
(But she's marrying someone else… I can't force her.)His voice cracked.
Suryaveer: "And tum use kisi aur ke saath dekh sakte ho?!"
(And you can watch her with someone else?!)
Kunal stepped in, his jaw tight.
Kunal: "Bhai, jis se woh shaadi kar rahi hai, woh insaan nahi, ek darinda hai."
(Bhai, the man she's marrying isn't human. He's a monster.)
Devanash stilled.
Devanash: "Kya?!"
(What?!)
Vedant clenched his fists.
Vedant: "Haan, Bhai. Usne kai ladkiyon ki zindagi tabaah ki hai. Woh ek shaitan hai."(Yes, Bhai. He has ruined the lives of many girls. He's a devil.)
Aaradhya suddenly piped up, mischief glinting in her eyes.
Aaradhya: "Chalo, Bhabhi ko kidnap kar lete hain!"(Let's just kidnap Bhabhi!)
Sarita: "Aaradhya! Tum Mafia stories padhna band karo!"
(Aaradhya! Stop reading Mafia stories!)Aaradhya muttered under her breath.
Aaradhya: "Main toh idea de rahi hoon… jis din sab kuch samne aayega na, tab dekhna."(I'm just giving an idea… when the truth comes out, you'll understand.)
Vedant narrowed his eyes.
Vedant: "Choti, tumne kuch kaha?"(Choti, did you say something?)
Aaradhya (grinning innocently): "Nahi Bhai!"(No, Bhai!)Kunal smirked.
Kunal: "Mere paas ek perfect idea hai!"All the men exchanged smirks.
Devanash finally looked at his mother, his eyes dark with determination.
Devanash: "Maa, Dadi, Choti Maa… tension mat lo. Aapki bahu sirf iss ghar mein hi aayegi!"
(Maa, Dadi, Choti Maa… don't worry. Your bahu will come to thishouse only!)
And this time, he wouldn't let fate take her away.
Here's the rewritten version with deeper emotions, fear, and intensity:
The Wedding Morning
The first thing Naina felt when she opened her eyes was dread.
Her face was swollen, her body ached from last night's brutality, but the pain inside her heart was far greater.
"I can't marry him… I can't!"
Tears welled up in her eyes as she clutched the sheets, her body trembling.
Flashback
The room had been silent, the dim glow of the night lamp casting eerie shadows when the door creaked open.
A foul stench of alcohol invaded the air, making Naina's stomach churn.
Then came his voice—slurred, sinister, terrifying.
"Butterfly…"
Her heart stopped. Every muscle in her body went rigid.
"Nahi… durr raho!" she choked, stumbling back.
(No… stay away!)
Ashok stepped closer, his glassy eyes fixed on her like a predator stalking prey.
"Arre, ghabrao mat. Aaj kuch nahi karunga." He smirked, his breath reeking of whiskey.
(Don't worry, I won't do anything today.)
Naina pressed herself against the wall, trying to make herself smaller, invisible. But his next words made her blood freeze.
"Tumne kya kaha tha? Ki main tumhe kabhi nahi paa sakta?" He let out a chilling laugh.
(What did you say? That I can never have you?)
His fingers trailed across the dressing table, knocking over a perfume bottle as he staggered toward her.
"Ab tum meri dulhan ban rahi ho, butterfly." His voice was pure venom.
(Now you're becoming my bride, butterfly.)
Her stomach twisted in disgust, in horror.
"Aur phir… har raat tum tadpogi… har din tumhari izzat lutegi… har pal tum meri marzi se jeeyogi!" His laughter echoed in the room, a sound so monstrous it felt like the walls were closing in.
(And then… every night, you will suffer… every day, I will destroy you… every moment, you will live on my terms!)
Naina felt her knees weaken, her vision blurred by unshed tears.
Then—he turned and left, laughing like the devil himself.
Flashback Ends
Naina sat frozen, staring at the door as if his voice still lingered in the air.
Her nails dug into her palms, her breath uneven.
"I can't… I can't do this… I need to talk to Bhai."
She had to get out of here.
But she didn't know… that the door she was about to open would lead to another nightmare.
"I can't marry him… I just can't… I need to talk to Bhai!"
Panic clutched at Naina's heart as she stumbled toward the door. Her fingers trembled as she grasped the handle, pulling it open, desperation coursing through her veins.
But the moment she stepped outside, her breath hitched.
Raghav.
Her elder brother stood before her, his face dark with anger. His wife, Priya, was beside him, arms crossed, her lips curled in a mocking smirk.
Tears streamed down Naina's face as she fell to her knees, gripping Raghav's hand.
Naina (sobbing): "Bhai… please! Mujhe usse shaadi nahi karni! Aap jo kahenge main karungi, bas yeh mat karvao!"
(Bhai… please! I don't want to marry him! I'll do whatever you say, just don't make me do this!)
For a moment, there was silence. A brief second where she thought, maybe—just maybe—her bhai would listen.
Then—SMACK!
Her head snapped to the side as a sharp, burning pain spread across her cheek.
Her hands trembled as she touched her face, eyes wide in shock.
Priya scoffed, stepping forward.
Priya: "I told you, Raghav. She's having an affair with someone. That's why she's so desperate."
Raghav's jaw clenched. His hands curled into fists, his rage ignited by Priya's poisonous words.
Priya (smirking): "Aur yeh property papers sign nahi kar rahi. Sab samajh aa raha hai mujhe."
(And she's refusing to sign the property papers. I understand everything now.)
Naina swallowed hard.
Naina (firmly): "I won't sign."
And that was it. The final straw.
Raghav's face twisted into something unrecognizable—something monstrous. Without hesitation, he yanked off his belt and swung it at her.
CRACK!
The belt lashed across her back.
CRACK!
Her legs gave out, but he didn't stop. Blow after blow rained down on her fragile body. The air filled with the sound of leather striking flesh, the searing pain ripping through her like fire.
Tears streamed down her face, but she didn't beg this time. What was the point?
This wasn't a brother. He was a demon—driven by greed, devoid of love.
Priya (boredly): "Bas, Raghav. Aaj shaadi hai. Hume jo chahiye, woh waise bhi mil jaayega."
(Enough, Raghav. Today's the wedding. We're getting what we want anyway.)
Her voice was cold. Emotionless.
Raghav finally stepped back, panting, his rage temporarily satisfied.
On the floor, Naina lay motionless. She was used to this—the beatings, the pain. Sometimes it was her mother, sometimes her brother, sometimes Priya.
She had stopped counting.
But today… today felt different. Today, something inside her cracked.
With great difficulty, she dragged herself up. Every part of her ached, but she forced herself to move.
She took a shower, her body screaming in protest as the water hit her wounds. The bruises darkened against her pale skin, a grotesque reminder of the life she was trapped in.
By the time she stepped out, her movements were robotic—empty.
Downstairs, the mansion was lively, filled with guests, laughter, music. No one had any idea what was happening behind these walls. No one knew that the bride was nothing more than a hollow shell.
The makeup artist arrived. She painted over Naina's wounds with layers of foundation, dusted color onto her cheeks, and painted her lips red.A beautiful bride. A perfect illusion.Naina sat there, staring at her reflection.
She looked stunning. And yet—She felt nothing.
Her heart had stopped fighting.
Because how could she fight against her own family?
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