A vows of deception and a promise of loyalty

9 months ago

Mikky

@MidnightLibrary

A vows of deception and a promise of loyalty

The marriage was officially set in motion. Pranali shared the news with Rishabh Goel, who promptly informed Mrs. Singhaniya that his daughter had given her consent. The two families consulted a revered Pandit, who revealed an auspicious date for the wedding – exactly two months hence.

Rishabh's face lit up with joy. 'Excellent! We'll make the necessary arrangements.' His enthusiasm was palpable.

Meanwhile, Sanyogita's mind raced with uncertainty. She attempted to reach out to Yash, but her calls and messages went unanswered. Frustration gnawed at her.

Desperate for insight, Sanyogita considered approaching the groom's family, but hesitation held her back. Prithvi's reputation as a strict, duty-bound individual made her worry that he would never approve of her relationship with Yash. Pre-wedding invitation cards were already has been delivered and banner or posture of the couple were already published in a magazines . Relatives , Buisness partners everyone were informed. The potential scandal could tarnish both families' reputations.

The weight of her impending marriage to Prithviraj Singhania, chairman of the illustrious Singhania business tycoon of real-estate company, who has his multi-business through India and also in foreign countries, suffocated her. The societal expectations were clear: the daughter of the renowned diamond merchant would soon become Mrs. Singhania.

Sanyogita's anxiety intensified as she pondered her predicament: trapped under the threat from her father .

Days flowed like a relentless river, leaving no moment to catch breath. The engagement night had arrived, and with it, the registry that sealed the union between the Singhania and Goel families.

On the wedding night, the Goel marriage resort hotel transformed into a celestial wonderland. Prithvi's friends and younger siblings, along with his cousin sister and brothers, teased him mercilessly throughout the day.

As Prithvi entered the mandap, his gaze locked onto the vision before him. Sanyogita, resplendent in her bridal attire, left him breathless. His eyes were shimmering with her gorgeous view , and he couldn't take his eyes off her heavenly beauty.

Sanyogita stood at the threshold of a new life, feeling as though a part of her very being would perish on that fateful day. As she participated in the Kanyadan rituals, a wave of relief washed over her, for she was finally breaking free from the confines of her family's expectations and restrictions. While she understood that this rite of passage often caused a tumultuous storm of emotions within every young woman, she couldn't help but feel a sense of elation as she celebrated her first triumph on the path towards her long-awaited destiny.

As Nishita, Sanyogita's nanny, watched her 'little Sandy' exchange vows with Prithvi, tears streamed down her face. She remembered the tiny girl who had grown into a beautiful woman, now committing to a lifetime of love and loyalty.

The sacred fire crackled, casting a golden glow on the couple. Sanyogita's heart whispered a silent prayer: May this marriage pave the way for my true happiness.

Nishita was shedding tears watching her little Sandy grow up so fast and now was taking seven vows of marriage in front of a holy fire.

As Sanyogita and Prithvi circumambulated the sacred fire, taking the seven vows, her heart sank into silence. The pandit's chanting faded into the background, a distant hum that failed to penetrate her thoughts.

Relatives showered flower petals, their joyful faces blurred as Sanyogita's gaze drifted inward. Her mind retreated to the conversation with Mayuri, her best friend and confidante.

'You're not doing this for love, Sandy,' Mayuri's words echoed in her mind. 'This is your escape . It's a contract marriage for you. Set your terms, walk your path.'

Sanyogita recalled the desperation that had driven her to consider ending her life. Mayuri's words had stayed in her hand, offering a glimmer of hope.

"Think of it as a business arrangement," Mayuri had urged. "You'll have the freedom to pursue your dreams, your way."

As Sanyogita mechanically repeated the vows, her thoughts racing with Mayuri's advice, a spark of determination ignited within her. She would endure this marriage, but on her own terms.

Mayuri, standing near the mandap among the guests, sensed her best friend's turmoil. Her eyes, filled with empathy, locked onto Sanyogita, sending a silent message of support.

Sanyogita's thoughts drifted back to the stringent conditions she had set for herself for the upcoming year.

First: , she had vowed never to reveal her true self to Prithviraj Singhaniya.

Second: She had made a promise to herself not to develop any romantic feelings for him. Guard her heart, never succumb to his charms.

Third: she had steeled herself to disappoint his mother, knowing that he cherished his mother above all else. By proving herself to be an inadequate daughter-in-law, she hoped to make it easier to obtain a divorce if necessary.

Last: She had resolved to prioritise her own needs and desires above all else, including her passion.

These self-imposed conditions fortified Sanyogita's resolve, a shield against the emotional vulnerabilities that threatened to surface. She would not be swayed by Prithvi's wealth or his family's influence.

As she stood beside Prithvi, exchanging vows, Sanyogita's mind whispered a solemn promise: she would emerge unscathed, her identity intact.

Mayuri's words echoed in her thoughts: "You're not just surviving, Sandy; you're reclaiming yourself.”

As Sanyogita's thoughts swirled in turmoil, Prithvi's focus remained steadfast on the sacred vows. With each round, he reaffirmed his commitment, his voice filled with conviction.

Though their marriage was arranged, Prithvi vowed to make it a union built on mutual respect. He acknowledged they wouldn't know each other intimately, but he was determined to fulfil his duties as a husband.

As the eldest son, Prithvi shouldered the responsibility of caring for his wife. If passion wasn't their foundation, he would cultivate friendship instead. Perhaps their love story wouldn't be legendary, but he would ensure it was rooted in loyalty and honesty.

"I may not love her with endless fervour," Prithvi thought to himself, 'but I'll never disrespect her. Our bond will be forged in truth, strengthened by companionship.'

With every step around the sacred fire, Prithvi solidified his promise. He would:

Be a shelter for Sanyogita's dreams. Listen to her whispers in the dead of night . Stand by her through life's trials. And cherish her, even in silence.

As the seventh round concluded, Prithvi's gaze met Sanyogita, his eyes shining with sincerity. Though she didn't reciprocate his enthusiasm, he remained undeterred..

As Prithvi approached to gently apply the vibrant vermilion to Sanyogita's forehead, Nishita carefully lifted the exquisite diamond Maang Tikka, securing it in place. The ceremony's finality settled around them like a soft blanket.

During the Biday rituals, Rishabh's stoic facade cracked, revealing a glimmer of vulnerability. His voice barely above a whisper, he leaned in close to Sanyogita, ensuring only she heard his words.

"Sandy, I know you're angry with me,' he confessed, his tone laced with regret. 'I know I never gave you the time, the love you deserved. But I'm giving you everything now – a family, a future, a life filled with luxury, happiness and more than the things which I failed to give you, it's Love "

Sanyogita's gaze locked onto her father's, her eyes flashing with a mixture of pain and mockery. Her lips remained sealed, as if refusing to acknowledge his words.

Rishabh's heart sank, weighed down by the realisation that his daughter's resentment ran deep. Yet, he struggled to maintain his signature heartless expression, masking the turmoil brewing within.

"You won't understand now,' he continued, his voice cracking slightly, 'but soon you'll realise... You'll have a family of your own soon."

Sanyogita's gaze remained unyielding, her silence thundering with disdain. The mocking spark in her eyes flashed like a dagger, slicing through Rishabh's facade.

"'Jasaan maniye Dad, celebrate your victory,"' she spat, her voice dripping with venomous sarcasm. The words hung in the air like a challenge.

Rishabh's eyes, once ablaze with confidence, now dimmed with sorrow. The weight of regret settled upon him, crushing his composure.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Goel,"' Sanyogita continued, her tone laced with malice, '"for finally freeing me from your cage."'

Her words struck Rishabh like a physical blow, leaving him breathless. The cruelty in her voice shredded his defences, exposing the depth of his failure as a father.

For an instant, Rishabh's mask slipped, revealing a glimmer of the pain he'd long suppressed. His eyes pleaded for forgiveness, but Sanyogita's expression remained unyielding.

The air between them vibrated with tension, heavy with unspoken accusations and unresolved emotions. The Biday rituals, meant to be a poignant farewell, had transformed into a scathing indictment of Rishabh's paternal shortcomings.