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“Dev? Dev! Open the door!” a harsh voice called from outside. “Everyone is here. The wedding guests are waiting. Naintara is waiting. Open up!” An angered fist banged against the door.
“I tried to get him to come out,” another male voice blurted out. “But there was no answer. I don’t know what he is doing in there, Maan Bhai.” The worry and agitation could be heard in the younger voice.
“Get the key, Vicky,” he ordered impatiently.
After a few minutes of silence, the door was roughly opened and two figures came inside.
Maan Singh Khurana stepped into brother’s room, looking around impatiently for any traces of the missing groom. Dev’s wedding clothes, a shervani and sehra, were on the bed, and there was an envelope placed carefully beside them.
“Where is he?” he barked at the younger man. “You were supposed to be helping him get dressed. You were supposed to be distracting him. That’s what brothers are for on a day like this.”
“He told me he wanted to be alone,” Vicky replied unhappily. “I didn’t think that anything like this would happen. I swear to you, I didn’t know.”
“Go ask Annie and Kamya. They might know something,” Maan ordered, staring at the envelope on the bed. His gaze remained on that white paper, even as he heard Vicky turning tail and running from the room. He remained unmoving, even when he heard Vicky’s panicked voice calling to the two girls in the background.
His mind went back over the conversations that he had had with Dev in the past few weeks. He had thought nothing of them. Until now.
Bro, all my life, I have idealized you and wanted to be just like you. I have followed in your footsteps, going to the same schools and studying what you chose to study. I joined the clubs that you joined, and tried to take on the same responsibilities. After graduating, I actively sought to work in the positions that you worked in. I wanted to be you. I have gone even as far as trying to pick the same type of wom—well, that’s neither here nor there.
I have come to realize that no matter how much I try, I can never be you. When I studied as much as you, I could never get the same grades. I was never the most popular. We worked on the same work projects, but I always failed. The more I failed, the harder it was to be around you. I could feel this resentment growing inside of me, which began to taint my relationship with you. It began to eat away at the respect I felt for you. I love you, bro, but my jealousy had begun to cloud my judgment. And in that state, I think I made a mistake. A big mistake. I don’t know if I can … forget it.
As the wedding looms closer and closer, something has been telling me to rethink all of this. I’ve begun to pay attention to things … to people in a way that I hadn’t been able to up until now. And it’s because of someone that I hadn’t even realized was there; someone who has been standing in my corner long before I deigned to notice them. Maybe this isn’t the right choice for me, bro. Maybe …
His fingers clenched into fists, as he fought the anger and frustration roiling deep inside of him. He had been wrong. What he had thought of as cold feet had been so much more. Striding toward the bed, he quickly picked up the envelope. Opening it, he pulled out the note. He silently stared at the words, his face gradually going blank.
“Maan Bhai, Kamya and Annie said they know nothing. They wanted to come and see what was happening, but I held them off. Have you found anything?” Vicky asked, coming to stand next to his older brother. The look on his brother’s face and the anger in his eyes frightened him.
Maan wordlessly handed the note to Vicky.
I can’t marry Naintara.
Vicky inhaled sharply, his eyes widening in horror. “What are we going to do now?” he asked softly, turning to stare at Maan.
“The only thing that I can do,” Maan responded, before striding through the open doorway behind him.
A/N: This fanfic is based on an Indian drama called Geet Hui Sabse Parayi (Geet becomes estranged from everyone). I have taken that story and changed one major element, and plan on writing a story on what happens without that element. Summaries for the drama can be found at: Geet Hui Sabse Parayi, Part I, Geet Hui Sabse Parayi, Part II, and Geet Hui Sabse Parayi, Part III.
Even if you don’t watch the drama, I hope you will give this story a chance, keeping in mind that the characters have a traditional South Asian mindset.
I hope you enjoy the story.
Here is a video mix of the drama: