AUTHOR'S POV:

After crying for what felt like an eternity, Vaidehi finally felt her tears drying up. There were no tears left for her. She looked around the room with a blank expression. The room was very large, even bigger than her whole house, yet she felt suffocated sitting there. The bed was soft and fluffy, yet she felt as if thorns were pricking her body. She got up from the bed and walked towards the large mirror placed in one corner of the room. As she looked at her reflection, she didn't appear the same as when she had gotten ready in the dress. The lehenga was wrinkled, the dupatta was out of place, and her hair, which had been perfectly set, was now falling down on her side. Her face looked tired from all the crying. However, she noticed the newest additions to her bridal look. The nuptial chain was tangled with her rudraksha pendant, her finger adorned with a beautiful ring, and her hair partition filled with sindoor. She looked like a newlywed bride, but she didn't feel like one. Instead, she felt like a prisoner was sentenced to death.