Deepti's POV:

Every girl dreams of her wedding night with excitement, but for me, it's the beginning of my destruction. Why? I don't even know the exact reason. But I know I have to suffer through it. The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls. The soft glow of candles flickers, but the warmth it should bring feels absent. The room, though beautifully decorated, feels more like a cage.

Suddenly, the door bursts open with a loud thud. My heart races as I look up to see my newlywed husband, Aaransh Singh Rathore, standing there. He has a smile on his face, but it's not a kind one. It's a smile that promises nothing but pain and suffering.

Aaransh strides into the room, his presence dominating the space. He is tall, with sharp features that make him look almost regal, but his eyes are cold and filled with malice. His sherwani is immaculate, and his dark hair is perfectly styled. Yet, there is nothing comforting about his appearance.

"Well, look at you," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You look every bit the bride, Deepti."

I shiver at his words. I know he hates me, but I don't know why. He walks up to me, his smile growing more sinister.

"You must be wondering why I hate you so much," he says, as if reading my mind. "Let me tell you, Deepti. This is just the beginning of your misery. I will destroy you in every possible way."

His words pierce my heart, but I refuse to show him my fear. Instead, I look him in the eyes, trying to muster some courage.

"As it's our wedding night," he continues, "the groom should give a gift to the bride, right? Well, I have something for you that you'll remember for the rest of your life."

He reaches into the pocket of his sherwani and pulls out an envelope. My hands tremble as I take it from him, a sense of dread washing over me. I open it slowly, my heart sinking as I see the photos inside. The brothel where I grew up is burning in ashes.

"No!" I scream, thinking of my little brother. The thought of losing him is unbearable. I grab Aaransh's collar in a fit of desperation, my bangles clinking loudly against his hard chest. "Yeh sab aapke liye khel haina?"

[This is just a game for you??]

I cry out, banging my fists on his chest. "Aapne apni Anaa (ego) ke liye aapne humari zindegi barbaad krdi. Aapne hume kaid toh krliya apne iss aalishan mehal lekin humari rooh ko aap kabhi kaid nhi kr skte."

["You have ruined my life for the sake of your ego. You have imprisoned me in this luxurious palace of yours, but you can never imprison my soul."]

Aaransh's eyes flash with anger. He grabs my wrist tightly and pulls me closer, his grip painful. "Tch...Tch...tum to ab kaid hochuki ho, BIWI. Aur ye AARANSH SINGH RATHORE boht jald tumhare rooh ko bhi kaid krlega. I promise."

["Tch...Tch...You are imprisoned now, wife. And this Aaransh Singh Rathore will very soon imprison your soul too. Promise."]

His venomous words send chills down my spine. Tears blur my vision, but I refuse to let them fall. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. Now, I have nothing to lose anymore...

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Hello, dear readers... so this is the PROLOGUE of BURNING VENDETTA...

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