Khushi was standing in front of the mirror, dressed and ready to leave. Her fingers ran over the ring still stuck on her finger. Her eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched. The memory of how he’d forcefully made her wear it replayed like a bitter echo.
"Aisa koi karta hai kisi ke saath… pata nahi kitni buri kismat wali hogi woh ladki jiski iske saath shaadi hogi," Khushi muttered to herself in her mind.
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