The door to the “bridal room” opened and a slim, white-complexioned girl silently walked in. She was wearing a red and gold bridal lehenga. Her deep neck blouse barely covered her shoulders, and it showed off her voluptuous cleavage. She should have smiled, but she was blinking her eyes on her wedding day – a day when people said she was marrying the man she loved.

She saw her reflection in the mirror and carefully wiped her tears, but in doing so her makeup started to rub off.

She lifted her lehenga and sat in front of the mirror. The voices of the women echoed in her ears. Their conversation pierced her heart.

“Do you seriously think a heartless man like Suraj Chauhan would fall in love with another girl?”

Will he fall in love?

Will he do it?

Back in the bridal room, Roshni sat quietly, unconcerned, and let others fix her makeup for her – layer by layer, until the final touch of blush-on hid her pale complexion. Though she would appear to be a perfect bride in front of the crowd, the sorrowful look in her eyes would prove otherwise. She was not a happy bride in reality.

"Roshni, are you really going to marry him? You think he is..."

The girl sitting next to her was pulling at her baby-cut hair. Even though she was Roshni's best friend, she still couldn't understand what was going on in her mind. Wasn't she also worried about how she would be able to live as a human being after marrying Suraj Chauhan, even if by some miracle she came out of this marriage?

"I am so sorry I made you feel bad, Jasmine." Roshni flashed a faint smile, which could make others feel pity.

“Jasmine, I know he hates me, but I have loved him for the past twelve years.”

It was Roshni's greatest happiness that she could marry Suraj, even if that happiness was built on hatred.

He hated her because she had killed his own sister—the one he loved so much.

The bridal door opened, and a woman walked in. Jasmin was about to say something, but as soon as she saw who it was that had walked in, she shut her mouth.

"Jasmin, can you leave us alone for a while? I want to talk to my mom for a while." Roshni nodded at Jasmin, reassuring her that she would be fine. Jasmin hesitated for a while before leaving the room. She was worried even as she closed the door.

Will Roshni really be fine?

Aditi Singh walked in. There was a great pride on her face as the mistress of the Singh family. She looked at Roshni in bridal attire through the mirror. The corner of her lips turned up into an icy smile.

"Mom," Roshni called out to her.

Don’t call me mom. I don’t have a daughter like you.”

Aditi Singh interrupted Roshni before she could speak further, “How dare she call me her mother? Aditi regretted giving birth to a daughter like her. If she had known, she would have strangled her to death at birth.”

Roshni wanted to explain to her mother. But no matter how many times she did so, no one believed her. Still, she kept pleading, “Mom, it’s not what you think. I really didn’t do anything like that.”

A hard slap landed on Roshni’s cheek. And her eyes went dark. And Aditi knew very well that it would leave a red mark, but she didn’t care.

“Are you saying that you didn’t mean it? That you don’t love Suraj? That you weren’t even a bit jealous of Ahana? That you don’t want to marry Suraj?”

Roshni remained silent.

Yes, she loved Suraj since childhood. Was that a crime?”

Aditi Singh glared at her as if she was her enemy. She wiped her hand with a tissue paper while Roshni simply covered her swollen cheek with her hand. Tears started flowing down her cheeks again.

This was her mother, her biological mother who had given birth to her.

“Mom” Roshni called her again.

“Enough! I am not your mother. I had only one daughter, and she died because of you.”

Aditi Singh finished speaking and took her expensive purse while going out. She can never forgive her daughter.

For whom she lost her beloved Ahana.

Roshni sat down on the bed. There were tears which were not stopping and were continuously flowing from her eyes.