How did she get here? Why was she here? Her whole body felt numb. Her heart had left her body a long time ago, and now her soul was leaving too.
She was married to a man she didn't love.
She wanted to ask him why, out of all things, why he chose to punish her in this way. But, she couldn't ask because she was in no way ready to face him. She wasn't ready to look into those angry eyes, when she knew, that she was the only one responsible for this situation.
She hated him all those years ago, when he left her in the darkness, and now, years later, she hated herself just as much.
She could feel the meaningless mangalsutra on her neck. What value did this stupid necklace hold? Her forehead was filled with vermillion in his name. If he hadn't applied it to the parting of her hair, then she wouldn't be his wife today.
It was her fault though. It was all her fault. She told him she'd do anything he wanted to make up for her grave mistake. Anything. And this was what he told her to do. He told her to marry him.
He married her today.
Just thinking about her new identity made her despise herself.
Aarti Yash Scindhia was her name.