Except for one face, a group is seen enjoying the eatery. It becomes clear that it's Anika when we get close. Anika turns to face the person seated next to her, "Shivaay," her just-wed husband, who has his hand on a friend from their time in college. Anika cries. Who after all would conceive her husband while being so intimate with another woman and have no interest in her? Later, she notices Shivaay ogling—or perhaps I should say scanning—other ladies in the restaurant. She blinks away a silent tear while maintaining a cheery expression.

Tere liye meri ibaadatein wohi hain
Tere liye meri ibaadatein wohi hain

As she is lying on the bed, she remembers the time she spent at college, where she first met her Shivaay. His personality, attitude, and practical jokes gradually led her to like him. When he proposed to her, what had once been a crush slowly transformed into love, she remembers how she was initially leery of him because he was a notorious playboy. The decision to fall in love, however, is made by the heart rather than the brain. But did it all end up being worth it, she wonders today. Shivaay: Was it worth the risk?

Tu sharam kar teri aadatein wohi hain
Tu sharam kar teri aadatein wohi hain

She attempts to contain her tears as she considers how many chances she has given him. But ultimately, he was a letdown! While walking hand in hand, he kept an eye out for any female onlookers. At his engagement party, he was overly personal with other women and flirted with his friends' sisters and girlfriends. returning from a bachelorette party with many bandages covering, busted lips, and ignoring them as scratches because the celebration was allegedly wild? With a woman's eyelash adhered to the overcoat during the pre-wedding festivities, he smelled like orchids and roses.

Why? Why did I still decide to attend the wedding? Why did I ever believe that I was good enough for him, that I could make him stop being a playboy, or that he could ever truly love me? If not for him, would I be this miserable? These thoughts haunted her now.

Jinke liye hum rote hain
Ho jinke liye hum rote hain
Woh kisi aur ki baahon mein sote hain

Annika is packing her bag while Shivaay storms in shouting and flashing her watch, feeling as though she is dead within. She is so overcome with grief that she cannot hear a single word her so-called spouse says. She moves gently through her home, capturing all memories. It seems as though her life is happening slowly.
Shivaay leads the woman to his fancy automobile while holding her suitcase, which he then drops into the trunk. He begins to drive hastily. Annika exits the vehicle, and Shivaay continues to drive. Annika begins to plummet while losing awareness of her surroundings and being engulfed in her sorrow.

Her mother also developed an Achilles heel at the same time. Shivaay had always made her nervous. She is a mother after all, and she can anticipate her child's suffering.

Jinke liye hum rote hain
Woh kisi aur ki baahon mein sote hain
Hum galiyon mein bhatakte phirte hain
Woh samandar kinaaron pe hote hain

Annika, I believe you need to see something, said Chanda.

(*Changes to video call and plays a clip of Shivaay and the girl from the restaurant  making out on the beach*)

Annika, I'm sorry, but I believe you have a right to know what was going on behind your back, said Chanda. Please, Annika, make the choice based on logic rather than from a love-obsessed heart.

Jinke liye hum rote hain
Woh kisi aur ki baahon mein sote hain

Annika enters her room at her mother's residence. finds a few cards and gifts that were previously stored after searching through all of her belongings. goes through all the cards while reading them while swinging on the balcony. Creases the cards.

Paagal ho jaoge aana kabhi na
Galiyon mein unki jaana kabhi na
Jaana kabhi na

She replays memories of her college escapades.

Rewind

Behold, Shivaay strutting her way. With a flick of her flair, she picks up the pace, heading straight for the ivory tower of academia. And guess who decides to throw himself into her path? You got it – Shivaay.

Shivaay: Hey there, Madam Coolness. Spare a moment for yours truly? Pretty please?

Annika: Oh, spare me the drama, Shivaay Singh Oberoi. I've got zero interest in tuning into your frequency.

With an eye roll for the ages, she sweeps past him, leaving him in her wake.

Shivaay: Heard juicy tales about me, eh?

She puts the brakes on, but just barely.

Shivaay: You know what? They might be onto something, and honestly, your opinion? Yeah, not high on my priority list. But here's the kicker, sweetheart. Brace yourself, 'cause I'm on a one-man mission to flip your world, hijack your thoughts, and turn you into a Shivaay fanatic. It's like a personal challenge, you know? And guess what? Shivaay Singh Oberoi doesn't do defeat. So, prepare to be swept off your feet, my dear. The countdown's on till you're officially stamped as mine.

And with a flourish that would make a peacock jealous, he effortlessly tucks a handwritten note into her bag. Then, like the grand exit in a blockbuster movie, he saunters away, whistling a tune that probably only exists in his head. As for her? Well, let's just say her jaw could compete in a limbo contest.

Hum zinda gaye kareeb unke
Ab dekho mare huye laute hain

On their first Valentine's Day together, Shivaay sent her flowers, chocolates, a teddy bear, and a handwritten note. The same things that gave her stomach butterflies now stabbed her heart like a thorn.

As she sits numbly watching them all burn, she lets the ashes of these memories soar into the air.

Jinke liye hum rote hain
Woh kisi aur ki baahon mein sote hain

In the bathroom's dimly illuminated interiors lay back in the bathtub, a numb island in the midst of chaos. Her empty, distant stare mirrored the shadows of a mind consumed by turbulent thoughts. A half-empty bottle of vodka sat on the edge; the alcohol's burn provided a momentary solace from the pain inside. But as the liquid poured, her grasp on reality also vanished. She looked for comfort in the numbness in the murky depths, where the borders between her anguish and the outside world were blazing. Her feelings mixed and whirled. Her breathing grew erratic as she gave into the bizarre embrace of the water. Her silent sobs appeared to resound in the space, creating a melancholy symphony of sorrow.

Hathon se khelte honge ya pairon se
Fursat kahan ab unko hai ghairon se
Hathon se khelte honge ya pairon se
Fursat kahan ab unko hai ghairon se
Unki mohabbatein har jagah
Woh jo kehte the hum iklaute hain

After returning to their flat, Anika makes a frantic attempt to contact Shivaay. She decides to monitor him when he doesn't answer her calls after several attempts. The day after their wedding, she had installed a couple tracker software on both phones to be on the safe side in case of an emergency. She would have never imagined that she would be utilizing this in the current circumstance. Where Shivaay would be, she had a feeling. Now, she feared thinking about it. Her nightmares were coming to life. She grinned maniacally in the dimly lit space.

Elsewhere Shivaay took his side chick in his arms. He was about to look at his phone, which had been vibrating for some time. Before slouching it onto the back seat of his car, he gave it a cursory inspection. He sat there thinking, looked to the side, and then climbed into the other seat to eat the appetizer.

He eventually began heading in the direction of his apartment block. observing her. Fingers intertwined, kissing her knuckles. Unlocking the door, he brought the girl inside and started devouring her mouth aggressively before putting her onto the closest couch because he knew there wouldn't be anyone to annoy him at his flat. He was so passionate about it that, if it were possible, the girl would simply blend into the couch using his might.

Jinke liye hum rote hain
Woh kisi aur ki baahon mein sote hain

Anika, who just so happened to be there, was beyond furious. She kept reflecting on the sins she had committed to bring this situation into her life. Did she bomb an entire nation in her previous existence? Why was it terrible of fate to allow her to see her husband having an affair?

Kabhi yahan baat karte ho
Kabhi wahan baat karte ho
Aap bade log ho saahab
Humse kahan baat karte ho

To finally confront them, she turns on the lights. Shock would be an understatement. Shivaay was currently experiencing a feeling that was difficult to describe. A whirlwind struck his heart, brain, and nervous system. He had a dizzying state of living. He made a shivering hand approach to Anika. She stopped him when she held out her palm in front of him and gave him a look indicating that he was currently completely unpleasant.

Aaj us shakhs ka naam batayenge
Jaani tha Jaani mile jis kaayar se
Ghalti thi chhoti mohabbat kari jo
Ghalti badi thi ke kar baithe shayar se

The other girl stood up and made an effort to run away. Shivaay caught sight of this with his peripheral vision. He debated whether to pursue her or comfort his wife. After considerable consideration, he made the decision to comfort his wife and find a way to persuade her to let him keep her. However, when he emerged from his reverie, he noticed Anika moving towards the patio.

Aag ka dariya zafa unki

The little trip to the terrace was like walking on hell's charcoal.

Har din lagane gote hain

She stands close to the parapet and is fixated on the girl who just left the flat block and is tearing her marriage apart. She is grabbed by the shoulder by Shivaay when he reaches her.

Jinke liye hum rote hain
Kisi aur ki baahon mein sote hain
Jinke liye hum rote hain
Kisi aur ki baahon mein sote hain

She refuses to listen while Shivaay tries to explain things to her. She was hearing nothing of what he said. She gives him a slow, all-over look. Her hand is brought to cup his cheeks. He begins acting violently towards her after observing her stunts and realizing that she is not listening to him. She moves back but then bravely rushes forward, takes his hand, and sternly wipes the vermilion from her forehead. While he is in shock and burning holes into her head to learn what is going on inside, she keeps his palm open. She gently folds her nuptial chain before yanking it out and slapping it into his palm. He becomes furious at this behavior from her grabs her by the shoulder and shoves her forward. then turns around and leaves, dropping the nuptial chain to the ground. When Anika turns around to see this, the glimmer of hope she had is dashed.

Ho jinke liye hum rote hain
Kisi aur ki baahon mein sote hain
Jinke liye hum rote hain
Kisi aur ki baahon mein sote hain

To explain to the other girl, Shivaay rushes her downstairs. He grasped her wrist, but she wasn't feeling it after Anika spoiled her day. He starts to explain things excessively. They hear a bang, glass shatters, and liquid splashes on their face and body simultaneously. Shivaay was partially pulled back to reality by the body's reflection in the large heart-shaped diamond ring. He was well-versed in this ring. It served as their wedding band when she committed to marrying him for the rest of her life. The same face that he believed to be unattainable in terms of beauty—the one he was fascinated with—was now pierced by glass shards and appeared horrifyingly ugly. Blood trickled like an overfilled truck. The vehicle appears to have a blood fountain. The liquid that splashed on them is touched by both of them. The other female who was next to him immediately fainted when Shivaay's knee gave out.

Engulfing into the darkness was her freedom, freedom from the shackles of life that pierced like poisonous thorns. Nobody will ever understand the hell inside her mind, to her the wind passing would have never felt more peaceful than now. She hoped that she'd have a bright future but this seems as bright as it gets, The end. The start of another life.

Although this is fictional. People like this exist. Stories like this are hidden in every nook and corner.

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Thanks to Dreamer-Blxss for helping me out here and there. Love!

Signing off

Shivi ^ ^