Sempiternal Destiny

"My daughter… but why do you want to marry her? I mean, you can marry someone more suitable for you, someone more capable who can stand beside you equally. Myra is not someone worthy of you; she hasn't even seen the world outside," Mr. Singh stammered, trying to make sense of what was happening.

Ranvijay's jaw clenched at the implication in Mr. Singh's words. His tone grew icy. "It's me who will decide who's worthy for me and who's not. Now, decide—deal or daughter?"

Mr. Singh paused, his thoughts racing. Of course, the deal was worth far more than his daughter. The business venture was too important to pass up. "I agree… You can marry my daughter. Please, sign the deal," he said, his voice trembling.

Ranvijay smirked, clearly pleased. "Good decision, Mr. Singh." Without another word, he signed the paper, the ink sealing the deal. "I want the marriage to happen within two weeks, and my PA will handle the details regarding the deal."

Mr. Singh's eyes lit up as he saw the deal signed. The excitement of the business success was clear on his face. But Mrs. Singh, on the other hand, burned with rage at the thought of her daughter being married to a man who was far more powerful than her own husband. She couldn't stomach it. She stormed towards Myra, grabbing her hands so tightly that Myra could feel the pressure of the bruising grip.

"You bitch!" Mrs. Singh hissed, her words venomous. "You finally seduced a man, huh? A man so rich, you gold digger! You'll never find happiness. He'll leave you the moment he finds out what a useless burden you are. You should've died with your mother that day!"

Myra's heart shattered at the words, her world collapsing around her. She had never imagined such cruelty, never dreamed that her own mother would speak to her like this. She couldn't fathom the depth of the betrayal. The realization hit her hard—her marriage was nothing but a deal, a mere transaction.

Mrs. Singh shoved her with all her might, sending Myra crashing to the floor. The physical pain didn't register. Myra was already numb inside. The words echoing in her mind drowned out everything else. She scrambled to her feet, stumbling in a haze of despair, and without thinking, she ran out of the house, barefoot. Her anklets broke, the ghungroos scattering on the ground as she stepped on them. But she didn't feel it. She didn't feel anything except the crushing weight of her heartbreak.

Her bloody feet left prints on the path, but the pain was nothing compared to what she felt inside. She reached the gazebo where she had been earlier, a place of peace now tainted by the memories of her mother's words. She collapsed on the ground, unable to breathe through the weight of her sorrow. Her chest tightened, her throat constricting as she clutched the necklace her mother had given her. It was the only connection left to the woman who had loved her. The necklace held a picture of her mother, and Myra held it tightly against her heart, whispering to herself.

"Maybe she's right, Mom. You should've taken me with you. No one wants me here… and I don't want to live anymore. Why did you leave me?" Her eyes and nose reddened, her face pale as she let the tears flow. She felt so small, so alone. In that moment, she wished for nothing more than to disappear.

But somehow, she pulled herself together. The numbness inside her allowed her to collect herself, to stand. Her steps were mechanical, lifeless, as she made her way back toward the mansion. She couldn't fight her destiny, so she walked like a ghost—no emotions, no will to resist, just a hollow shell moving forward.

As she neared the mansion, she suddenly stopped, her path blocked by a figure. She looked up, her tear-streaked face meeting his eyes. Their gazes locked, and in that instant, a single tear slipped down her cheek.

Ranvijay stepped toward her, his presence commanding yet gentle. He reached out, cupping her face with one hand, and with the other, he wiped away the tear with his thumb. His touch was surprisingly tender, as though he could sense the depth of her pain.

"Don't cry," he said, his voice low and soothing. "Whether you want it or not, I am your destiny, and you are written in mine. You can't erase what's engraved, sweetheart."

He paused, his gaze intense, and a smirk curled on his lips. "Prepare yourself. We'll meet again soon… Mrs. Rajvansh."

Myra stood frozen, her heart thundering in her chest. She couldn't escape the reality that was closing in on her.