(Kishori’s world shatters when her sister Ketki is forced into an arranged marriage with Gyan Singh under their uncle’s control. Heartbroken, Kishori flees the mansion, resisting threats and intimidation. Back at college, grief collides with love as Manav’s music awakens her buried emotions, prompting a bold public proposal—stunning him. At Ketki’s wedding, Kishori stands defiant, protecting her sister and asserting her choice to marry Shakti Singh, challenging family and societal expectations. Amid whispered tensions, manipulative relatives, and cryptic warnings, Kishori navigates courage, love, and ambition, while Manav quietly uses his influence to safeguard her future, proving the power of love and determination. Now ahead)
SHADOW OF SILENCE
Madhavi hummed a song softly, her hands busy with house chores, her face glowing with quiet happiness.
Gyan walked in and smiled,
“Wow, Mother. Today you seem so happy.”
Madhavi looked at him warmly.
“Of course! You got married, and now your younger brother has also chosen his bride. I am just waiting for…”
Gyan interrupted gently,
“No… Shakti’s marriage cannot happen today.”
Shakti stepped in, confused.
“But why, brother?”
Gyan’s voice grew firmer.
“Because she is too young to marry and still needs to study.”
Shakti laughed lightly.
“But Ketki Bhabhi was studying too when—”
Gyan’s face darkened, and he shouted,
“Shut up! I had to marry Ketki because of your actions. If it were up to me, you would be in jail! I didn’t marry her out of my own happiness, understand?”
His eyes then landed on a quiet corner. Ketki was looking down, silent, her expression unreadable.
Gyan leaned close to Shakti and said in a low, sharp tone,
“Take Kishori to her hostel. Don’t dare make a mistake… or else.”
With that, he left the mansion.
Madhavi gently placed her hand on Ketki’s head.
“But he seems happy with this marriage, doesn’t he?”
Ketki smiled softly, without a word, her thoughts hidden behind her calm expression.
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Kishori sat stiffly in the jeep as Shakti Singh drove. His eyes were fixed on her, making her feel unusually uncomfortable. Yet she forced a bright, happy smile, hiding her unease.
Without warning, Shakti reached out and touched her hand. Kishori’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly pulled it away, keeping her composure.
When the jeep stopped in front of her hostel, she didn’t waste a second. She stepped out and moved briskly toward the building.
Shakti called after her, a hint of impatience in his voice,
“Hey… I can’t wait any longer for our marriage.”
Kishori didn’t respond. She disappeared into her room, finding it empty and quiet. There was no one to share her thoughts or feelings with.
She set down her bag, took a deep breath, and prepared herself for college, pushing her emotions aside.
.....
Kishori approached the counter and spoke firmly,
“Hello, I’ve applied for a transfer certificate.”
The clerk checked the register and the computer.
“Sorry, no TC has been issued in your name.”
Kishori blinked in surprise.
“But…”
Aakash, noticing her, stepped closer.
“Hey… you applied for a TC all of a sudden? Is everything okay?”
Kishori spoke slowly, her voice steady but heavy with emotion.
“My marriage is fixed, and my in-laws won’t allow me to continue studying.”
Aakash’s eyes widened in shock.
“What… what did you say? What’s fixed? Who won’t permit?”
Manav, standing silently behind her, interjected calmly,
“You didn’t hear properly. Kishori’s marriage is fixed. Her in-laws won’t let her study further.”
Kishori instinctively turned away to avoid his gaze.
Manav stepped closer and gently turned her face toward him.
“So… you’re getting married. Nice.”
Kishori felt a pang of guilt and embarrassment.
“Congratulations… there should be a grand party,” he added, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Realizing she had hurt him unintentionally, Kishori quietly moved away, saying nothing.
Manav watched her retreating figure until she was barely visible. Then, a small, confident smile appeared on his lips.
“Manav… you fell for the wrong girl.”
....
Manav sat in his room, pencil in hand, trying to write lyrics, but nothing came. Frustrated, he threw the pencil onto the table and buried his face in his hands.
He grabbed his phone and typed furiously,
“Why did you leave me? How could you ditch me?”
But almost immediately, he deleted the message, muttering to himself,
“No… you have to tell me the reason for betraying me. Otherwise, I won’t let you marry anyone else.”
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Meanwhile, Kishori sat on her bed, knees drawn to her chest, her face hidden as memories flooded back.
She saw Gyan beating a man like an animal while she and Ketki stood frozen nearby. Her heart had raced, and Ketki had immediately informed the police. When Gyan was finally arrested, he had still smiled at Ketki, a chilling reminder of his power.
Kishori’s fists clenched. She whispered to herself,
“Di… because of me, you got trapped in that hell. I will protect you—by hook or by crook, no matter what.”
Kishori sat on the bench, starting to fill out her transfer form once again. Just as she began, Manav appeared and snatched it from her hand.
“Just a few days ago, you proposed to me publicly, and I didn’t answer,” he said, his voice a mix of hurt and frustration. “And now you’re marrying someone else. You’re so desperate to marry… no matter who the groom is.”
Kishori looked away, her voice trembling.
“Please… return it.”
Manav’s expression softened, and he handed the form back with a faint smile.
“By the way, when is your marriage? Are we invited?”
Kishori didn’t respond. She silently filled out the form and walked to the counter.
Manav followed for a moment, concern in his eyes.
“What happened? Aren’t you happy about your marriage?”
Kishori replied softly, almost in a whisper,
“Can you… leave me alone, please?”
The smile on Manav’s face faded, replaced by hurt.
“Sure,” he said quietly, turning away.
Kishori watched him go, tears welling in her eyes, her heart heavy with unspoken emotions.
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1. 💔 Will Kishori’s silence push Manav away forever, or will her hidden pain finally bring them closer?
2. 🔥 Can she truly sacrifice her dreams and love for the sake of protecting her sister—or will her rebellion ignite again?
3. 👀 With Gyan’s shadow of violence and Shakti’s growing impatience, how long can Kishori keep balancing lies, love, and survival?
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