DILOR'S 2ND GENERATION
Some love stories begin with a proposal.
Theirs began with guns and goons.
She ran away—wearing red, shaking in fear, chasing a man who never truly chased her back.
But someone else did.
He found her... not to rescue, but to claim.
A powerful man with darkness in his eyes and her name stitched into every heartbeat.
He forced a marriage.
A temple. A gun. A wedding with no choice.
She thought it was madness.
He knew it was love.
She swore to hate him while crying every day for someone else, whom she loved to the moon.
He stood—silent, burning, and still.
He gave up his dreams.
She thought he ruined hers.
He stayed close—never crossing the line, never revealing the truth.
He kept her with him for days, for weeks, for months. Until one day... That day, he saw his love shattering and her teary eyes winning. He let his love win by letting her go.
But what happens when she finds the truth outside?
Hurts more than the cage she escaped?
“Woh shaadi zabardasti thi…
Par mohabbat toh sirf usi se thi.”
And while she tried to escape fate,
She was always running back to the one she was meant for.
But while one bride was forced into love,
Another forced love onto the groom.
She dreamed of him since they met—every smile, every silence etched into her bones.
He?
Never looked her way.
Never wanted this bond.
But she said yes for both. A marriage born not from mutual hearts, but from stubborn hope.
He stood beside her with a clenched jaw, not clasped hands.
Cold glances. Long silences.
She wore sindoor with pride,
He wore the weight like punishment.
Yet she stayed.
Through his indifference. Through his absence.
Because she believed that even unreturned love…Can someday soften stone.
He tried to hate her.
She chose to worship him.
And in her prayers, somewhere… his heart began to ache.
“Tumne jabardasti shaadi ki thi,
par us mohabbat mein majboori nahi thi…”
Two love stories.
Both unwanted.
Both unforgettable.
And in their darkness…
A strange kind of devotion bloomed.
Not every fairy tale starts with a yes.
Some begin with a no— That turns into the only truth they ever needed.
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