Jeene Bhi De
No one saw her. No one saw the bride left behind on the mandap, her dignity crushed beneath the weight of a choice that was never hers. No one saw her heartbreak, her silent suffering as the man who was supposed to be hers married another—right in front of her eyes. The hall was filled with gasps, whispers, even joy. But not a single emotion was for her. For two days, she wandered, unseen, unheard—her once vibrant eyes turning hollow, lifeless. And then, on a lonely bridge, as the wind tugged at the remnants of a wedding that never was, someone finally saw. The man who had destroyed her world. But was it too late?
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