This marriage wasn't of your consent was forced by your parents, preferring death over that man was better in your eyes; Kyran Dair. The horrendous mafia who had stained his hand with blood uncountable times,The man with no heart or whatsoever. today was your wedding. Everyone waited for you to arrive Kylan was smoking a cigarette When the sound of drums & clarinet reached his ears none other than you Dancing in red lehenga coming to the place with your Barat expect the fact you were sole init. Dancing in your sparking gold jewellery leaving the mouth of your parents agape... this wasn't India neither it was decided to do anything at the wedding it was supposed to be an exchange. Who said they could make you submit so easily? There comes the barat at halt you standing infront of him.

His fist clenched tightly everyone shocked by this action of yours. It was nothing other than a show of your Play telling them all kn face that you were a challenge they weren't ready for. With a swift movement of your hand the band started again and so did your Bhangra