Saif spoke in a low, restrained voice, his words cutting through the silence like a blade.
“Get up from here and leave my room. I can’t tolerate you here even for a minute… I don’t like you at all,” he said, his tone heavy with suppressed pain. “It was only because of my family’s insistence that I married you… otherwise…”
He paused, as if gathering himself, then added coldly,
“I loved someone else.”
Rizvi stood frozen, listening to every word. His confession struck her like lightning. A sharp, unbearable pain spread through her chest, and before she could stop herself, tears streamed down her face. In that moment, her heart shattered completely.
Without a second thought, Saif grabbed her arm and pulled her off the bed.
That night… the room mirrored the chaos in her heart. Everything lay scattered, out of place—just like her emotions.
Saif lay back on the bed as if nothing had happened, turning away from her, and soon drifted into sleep.
But Rizvi… she remained there, broken and helpless, crying silently. She couldn’t even understand how she was supposed to speak to a man who couldn’t stand the sight of her.
He didn’t even want to look at her.
Biting down on her dupatta to muffle her sobs, she wept endlessly. There was no one by her side—no family to console her, no comforting voice to wipe her tears.
Oh, Rizvi… who would listen to her now?
Yet, amidst the pain, something within her shifted.
That very night, she made a silent promise to herself.
“No matter how badly Saif treats me, I will change him… and I will answer him in my own way.”
“Now he will see a new version of me… and tomorrow will bring a new dawn.”
And slowly… morning arrived.
Rizvi woke up to the same scattered room. Quietly, she began to clean everything, putting each item back in its place—as if trying to gather the broken pieces of her life.
After that, she picked up her clothes and went to the washroom to freshen up.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
The sound disturbed Saif’s sleep. Irritated, he got up and opened the door.
Standing outside was Chachi.
“Arre… Saif, I don’t see Rizvi anywhere. Where is she?” she asked, peering inside the room.
Saif replied indifferently, “How would I know? She must be somewhere.”
At that moment, Rizvi stepped out of the washroom.
Chachi glanced at Saif, then walked toward Rizvi, saying,
“How rude! You couldn’t even notice her? Look… she’s right here.”
Saif narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned away and went back to bed, lying down again without a word.
Watching this, Chachi sighed.
“He is never going to change. Come, dear… it’s actually good that you got ready before we even asked.”
“Now come, let’s go downstairs.”
Rizvi quietly followed her.
The hall downstairs was grand and elegant. A magnificent chandelier hung from the ceiling, surrounded by several fans. There was a large dining table, a luxurious sofa set, and an attached kitchen. Beyond that, a spacious swimming pool and a beautiful lawn stretched outside.
As Rizvi descended the stairs beside Chachi, she saw everyone gathered in the hall. Warm smiles greeted her—the new bride.
