Wada Raha- A promise can change everything.

~Prologue~

She sat in front of the mirror and looked at her image. She wore a red and crème lehenga according to the custom and laid a pallu on her head. Beautiful Maang tika, broad necklace, big Jhumpkas, hand filled Chruis, stunning Kangans, shimmering Payal decorated her from tip to toe and made her look astonishingly beautiful! Dark Mehendi with a hidden 'D' occupied her hands and feet, emphasized her beauty. All she needed was a touch of Sindhoor on her forehead and she was a 'Suhagan- Dream of every woman'. She looked at her and faked a smile to herself. She took a deep breath and looked at her Mehendi. She could see the word 'D' in it and wondered what it meant? Was it her love or her destiny?

"Shreya…" He whispered.

She looked into the mirror and found him standing, just behind her. A rush of pure happiness appeared on her face and slowly turned into a smile. "Daya Sir…." She mumbled as tears filled in her eyes.

Daya smiled at her reflection. "Bohut…. Bohut pyaari lag rahi hon.."

She smiled sadly at his image and led a deep breath. Daya looked at her eyes which symbolized tremendous pain, a pain which killed her every moment, a pain which would remain within her till her last breath, a pain which was unforgiveable. It was a pain which he had given her. Daya unable to stand her beam looked down immediately and cursed him in his mind. How could he do that to her? It was too late, too late for anything to change, just too late, he thought and felt like slapping himself unto death. A tear slowly slipped down those regretting eyes and he led a gloomy sigh to control him.

Shreya watched his every movement and felt a storm in her heart. With his tear the dam in her heart also broke. She didn't want to cry and clenched her fist harder but all in vain. Tears poured down her pretty face and she slowly broke into tears.

"Shreya please…" Daya mumbled as his voice choked. He placed a hand on her shoulder to support her but that made her weaker. She now cried miserably and clutched his hand hard which was on her shoulder. Daya took a deep breath and fought back his tears. "Shreya…. I…. I am sorry Shreya." He said as it was the only thing he could say.

Shreya didn't know what to do or say or how to react. She stood up and turned to hug him tight. She rested her head on his chest and cried as this was her first and her last hug. Daya wanted to hold her tight but controlled his hand and clenched his fists. He could feel her, her heart and her heart beat. Surprisingly he sensed that all of them belonged to him, just him. He tilted his head in distress and looked up to seek mercy. A girl, no, her girl cried in his arms and he had no idea what to do. He pursed his lips so as to control his tears but his heart pushed down tears from his shameful eyes.

"Shreya…." He gulped and moved her from his chest. He held her arms so that she doesn't collapse and looked deep into her eyes which were already filled with tears. He made her sit down on the tool and he bent down on his knees. He placed a hand on her cheek which led a shiver down her spine. It was the first and sadly once again, his last touch. Daya rubbed her tears hesitantly and took her hands into his.

"I am really sorry Shreya par mein kya karun? Maine wada kiya hai Shreya, aur mein apna wada tor nahi sakta.." He stopped to look at her. She sat blankly without even moving her eye lids. Her gaze saddened Daya and he whispered, "Shreya…."

She didn't reply and kept staring at the wall. She sat as though her soul had died and only thing left was her body. "Shreya…. Tum kuch bolti kyun nahi?" Daya said holding her hands tight. "Please Shreya, kuch bolo, jo bhi tumhara man kare. Chahe toh thappar hi maar do….."

An unexpected slap slammed on his cheek. "Kyun kiya aisa aapne sir?" She raged suddenly holding his collar. Daya knew he deserved that slap so he preferred to keep quiet. "Sir…." She continued, "Aapko pata hai mein aapse…. Aapse kitna pyaar karti hun?"

"Mujhe, pata hai Shreya…" Daya said releasing her hands slowly from his collar. "Mein bhi tumse bohut….. pyaar karta hun."

"Toh aap papa ko kyun, kyun nahi bolte?" She cried.

Daya had no answer to it.

"Mein aapke bagair nahi jee sakti Sir. Agar maine sache dil se kisiko chaha hai toh who sirf aap hai, sirf aapke saath har sapne dekha hai toh mein kisi aur se shaadi kaise kar sakti hun?"

Daya still had no idea what to reply.

She looked at the wall and cried, "Sir, mein kaise us insaan ke saath ji paungi sir? Shaadi ho gayi toh who mujhe chuega bhi zarur…. (Daya clenched his fists and breathed heavily) Mein kaise?" She turned to Daya, "Mein kaise? Nahi sir, nahi….. Mein nahi seh paaungi who sab. Mein who hak sirf aapko de sakti hun sir, sirf aapko…"

At that moment Daya thought only one thing. He wanted to grab her, hug her and make her his, just his. "Shreya…." He had just begun when she interrupted.

"Sir….." She looked deep into his eyes. "Agar aap ab bhi mujhe bolenge ki 'Bhaag Chalo Shreya' toh mein aapki saath chali jaaungi…" And she broke into tears.

Daya looked at her as she cried. He felt like, like was she really that mad for him? It was his biggest mistake throughout his life. How dare he did that to her? She loved him that much that without a second thought she agreed to leave with him not even paying head to her parents, her family and a thousand guests outside? He looked into her eyes which just demanded a single nod. He took a tough decision. He didn't know if it was right or not. He had to choose between his duty and heart. His mind told him 'no' but fighting hard with his outer emotions he raised his hand. "Bhaa…"

"Baraat aa gayi hai" Someone interrupted with a knock and Daya words stopped in his mouth. Shreya looked at him desperately but he had lost it now. He had nothing now. He was a coward he thought and accepted it. "Chalo Shreya…." He said fighting back his tears. "Baarat aa gayi hai…"

Daya raised his hand and stood up on the floor. Shreya broke into tears again. "Sir…." She said controlling her tears. "Agar ek wade ke liye aap apne pyaar ko kubaan kar sakte hai toh thik haik hai." She stood up and wiped her tears. "Mein bhi usi ek wade ke liye apne pyaar kurbaan karti hun." She placed her hand on his.

Daya was not brave enough to look into her eyes after it. He turned to the door and moved. She moved with him. Daya walked through the decorated corridor. Flash of light, aroma of flowers and tinkles on her anklets made his every step difficult. Shreya had already died the moment she promised to sacrifice her love. Now she just walked like a motionless body and her dry red eyes showed she had nothing. They walked….. Just walked….

A/N: Honestly I have no idea when I will post the next chapter. This one idea was hitting my mind after watching the Ahmadabad series just a few days back. So just wrote this part. I hope you all would like this story. Thanks for reading :) Please review and tell me if I should continue.