Part 3
Vanya stood in the middle of the room, her bridal reflection staring back at her from the mirror. Her hands, trembling slightly, clutched the crimson veil over her shoulders. In the broken shards of a once-beautiful portrait lay her bleeding finger tiny drops of red shimmering on glass, just like the ache simmering in her heart. That picture of her and Rivaan, framed in a fleeting moment of joy had fallen and shattered, just like their trust.
In those last few days, Vanya had begun to understand. Her love wasn’t just a chapter in Rivaan Kapoor’s story it was the very beat of his heart. Her name echoed in every breath he took. He wasn’t wrong… not this time.
But Zian, standing across from her, his expression dark with disbelief, didn’t agree.
“You promised me, Vanya. You said you
