1995,over two cups of chai,a promise was made . My dadi and her bestfriend decided our futures before we were even born. They called it a "Sacred bond", but to me, it feels like a trap.

Twenty-three years later,that old promise has become a reality and now here I'am standing in a simple red bridal saree, waiting for a man I don't even know. Not even his name. How Cruel isn't it? We are two strangers by a deal made decades ago. My mind is spining with questions. Can I really trust him? Will he treat me like a object,the way so many men oppress women?Or will he be gentle?

They say love comes after marriage.But as i step into this new life,I wonder if we can find respect in a bond we didn't choose.

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I hope you all liked the first page (introduction) of the story. Since I face a little difficulty writing in English, I thought, why not write the story in slow pace .I will do my best to complete this story till the end. Please shower this story with lots of love through your likes, comments, shares, and reviews. Let’s keep the momentum going 💖

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—kaelith Rose