Roohi’s pov:
“I can’t accept this marriage.” The sentence loops inside me like a stuck record-relentless, cruel. He said it the moment the truth came out: he will never accept this. Hearing him turn me into a verdict made every fear I’d nursed into a hard, cold fact. He made it clear the moment he learned the truth: he will never accept this marriage. It isn’t that I didn’t expect it, or that I ever truly believed he’d be okay with the bride being replaced – but hearing it, seeing it made every fear I’d nursed into a hard, cold fact. Destiny had its way. Life had changed its course. I am married to a man who does not consider me his wife. He does not want me. Desire is a word that belongs to another time.
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