Angry and heartbroken, Abhira storms out of her home, each step echoing her frustration, anger, and sadness.
Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms.
Hi, I am Hulk ki mameri behen, I mean Abhira Sharma, and this is my story !
Actually, this is the nightmare I live. Forced into a marriage with a stranger while my mother lay on her deathbed, I entered into what some call an arranged marriage
"Trust," she mumbled bitterly to herself, the word heavy with irony. "The foundation of any relationship is trust they say. But, this moron, I mean Armoron cannot even spell 'trust' if his life depended on it. Instead, he fancies himself as if he were my Dadaji, always trying to roar and assert his dominance over me. Yet, when it comes to his dadisa and other family members, he turns into a meek little kitten, eager to please and obey their every whim. Haha, what a spectacle!" Abhira couldn't help but burst into a giggle as she pondered the absurdity of the situation. "Haha, what a character! Crying over a one-rupee toffee" she chuckled softly to herself. "Seriously, can't he buy it himself? It's almost endearing, in a pitiful sort of way. I am embarrassed to admit I started falling in love with this man"
Despite the humor, Abhira's resolve remained firm. "I may have started falling for him, but I won't sacrifice my self-respect for his spinelessness," she affirmed quietly. "I deserve better. I am not going back to my dumb, spineless husband Armaan and his family. I won't go back to that house where for everything I and my mom's parvarish is blamed and accused, where anything that happens is only Abhira's fault."
Just as she was lost in her thoughts, her phone rang, displaying " Khadoosmaan" on the screen.
Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but Abhira blinked them back, refusing to betray her resolve. "Enough is enough!" she whispered fiercely, her voice cracking with emotion. With a deep breath to steady herself, Abhira answered, her voice tight with frustration as she spoke as if it were a voicemail.
"The number you are calling is currently unavailable," she stated firmly, her irritation seeping through her words, "and the person you are trying to reach is not in the mood to talk to spineless doormats."
She ended the call, feeling a sense of satisfaction at her small act of rebellion.
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