(Kishori’s world shatters when Gyan Singh arrives, not as her enemy, but as the man her sister Ketki has willingly agreed to marry under her uncle’s arrangement. Betrayal cuts deep, leaving Kishori broken and unwanted in her own family. She leaves the mansion with tears, burdened by a silence no one dares break. Ketki’s cryptic message only deepens her wounds, offering no comfort. Back at college, Kishori’s grief collides with Manav’s song—a melody so tender that it awakens her buried love. Swept away by emotion, she embraces him before everyone, whispering a bold, desperate plea—“Marry me.” but Manav was shocked and not able to answer, now ahead)
MARRIEGE PROPOSAL
Manav stood before the mirror, staring at his own reflection.
“Wow, Mr. Manav… your crush—no, your love—proposed to you publicly, and what did you do? Nothing. Shame on you.”
He groaned, covering his face with both hands. Then he straightened, determination flashing in his eyes.
“No problem, my love Kishori. Tomorrow, I’ll propose to you even more beautifully. Just wait and watch.”
The next morning, Manav walked into the garden, scanning every corner eagerly. But Kishori was nowhere to be seen.
He stopped a girl nearby. “Hey Rekha, did you see Kishori around?”
Rekha gave a knowing smile. “No, she’s nowhere around.”
“Sorry to bother you,” Manav replied politely.
Rekha teased, “After proposing to you, she must be so nervous that she’s hiding in her hostel.”
Manav narrowed his eyes at her, feigning annoyance, though a smile tugged at his lips.
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Kishori, meanwhile, sat frozen, staring at a message glowing on her phone:
Tomorrow my brother will marry your sister. And one day, you will marry me.
Her hands trembled. She switched off the phone, pressing her palms over her ears, but the words echoed endlessly in her head—
Next will be you… Next will be you…
Manav’s calls buzzed again and again, unanswered. Finally, he muttered under his breath,
“Be brave, my love. Just face me and say you love me.”
A faint smile touched his lips. “Fine then, I’ll come to you.”
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Manav reached the girls’ hostel and waited outside. Ruchi and the others soon joined him, curious.
Inside, Aanandi pushed open Kishori’s door.
“Hey! What is this, Kishori? Why are you hiding? If you had the courage to propose to him publicly, then now you must—”
She stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes widened.
“Kishu? …Kishu?”
Aanandi ran outside, panic etched on her face.
“Kishu is not in her room!”
Rekha frowned. “Maybe she went to the market?”
But Aanandi’s voice was sharp. “Her luggage is gone too!”
Everyone froze.
Manav forced a smile, trying to calm them.
“Come on… today is her sister’s marriage. Of course she must have gone for that.”
Ruchi blinked. “So suddenly?”
Manav chuckled softly, though his eyes betrayed tension.
“Your best friend always takes decisions suddenly.”
The girls sighed in relief, reassured by his confidence. But as they turned away, Manav’s smile faded. His heart grew heavy, and in a whisper only the night could hear, he said—
“I hope you’re fine, Kishori…”
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At the wedding, Kishori sat quietly as the rituals unfolded. The bride and groom bowed before each elder, seeking blessings.
When Ketki reached her, Kishori hugged her tightly, hiding the storm in her heart.
Gyan Singh smiled smoothly.
“You didn’t follow the joota churai rasm in our wedding… so let me give you this instead.”
He pressed a thick envelope of money into her hands.
Kishori looked at it for a long moment, then gently returned it.
“Take care of my sister, and never let her suffer alone. That will be my gift.”
Her words silenced the hall. Then slowly, approving smiles spread among the guests.
But as Kishori stepped out into the courtyard, her eyes locked on Shakti Singh, laughing with his friends. With sudden resolve, she marched straight to him.
Her voice rang out, clear and sharp—
“I want to marry you.”
The laughter died instantly. Shock rippled through the gathering.
Ketki gasped, covering her mouth in disbelief.
Shakti’s smile froze. “Wha…what did you just say?”
Uncle rushed forward, his face twisted with rage.
“Shut up, Kishori! What nonsense are you speaking?”
But Kishori stood tall, unflinching.
“I said I want to marry him.”
Whispers exploded through the courtyard.
Gyan Singh leaned back with a sly smile.
“Wow. This is… big news.”
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Later that night, Uncle stormed into Kishori’s room, his face red with anger.
“What was that drama? Have you lost your mind? You want to marry Shakti Singh?”
Kishori’s tone was calm, almost cold.
“Relax, Uncle. I’m not trying to snatch away your daughter’s rights. You can relax.”
Aunty’s eyes filled with worry.
“My dear… please, try to understand. That Shakti… he is not a good match for you.”
Kishori burst into bitter laughter.
“Oh really? And that devil Gyan Singh with my innocent Ketki Di is a good match?”
Silence fell heavy over the room.
Uncle finally muttered, “You don’t know the whole story.”
Kishori stepped forward, her eyes blazing.
“Then tell me. I want to know.”
Uncle’s face hardened.
“Shut up. You cannot interfere—”
But Kishori cut him off, her voice sharp as steel.
“Yes, I can’t question your decisions. And you can’t question mine. I’ve decided. I’m going to marry Shakti Singh. That’s final.”
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1. Will Kishori’s bold declaration to marry Shakti Singh save her sister—or trap her in a far darker game?
2. Can Manav reach Kishori before her fiery decision changes her fate forever?
3. Or has Kishori just stepped into the very snare her enemies laid for her?
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