I sat there, still processing the biggest plot twist of my life.

I had officially become a negative character. I looked at myself in the mirror.

Face?Still good.Same features.

Same sharp eyes.Bas fark itna tha ab main villain thi.

The lehenga was heavy.Not “wedding heavy.”More like 300 kg emotional and physical trauma heavy.

The room was filled with my belongings. Jewellery. Makeup.

Expensive perfumes,Designer bags.

Yep. This was definitely Kiara Jain’s room. I walked to the door and tried opening it.

Locked. Of course.

Because I knew the rule.

Serial logic: Door sirf tab khulta hai jab shaadi poori ho jaaye.

Aur tab mujhe apna role play karna hota hai.I sat back down on the bed, suddenly feeling strange.

Sad. In the real world… Was my family panicking?

Was I dead? Alive?Did my mom even notice? And my brother

I snorted. Agar usse pata chala na,

woh has has ke pagal ho jaayega.

“meri behan vamp ban gayi,” bolke memes bana dega.

I shook my head. Focus, Arunvi.

Villain banne ka time hai. I stood up and started doing my makeup.

Dark eyes. Sharp liner.

And of course Dark lipstick.

Vamp theme is compulsory.

“Agar dusri vamps ko bura lag gaya toh?” I muttered sarcastically.

“Kiara Jain ne dark lipstick nahi lagayi?”I checked the lipstick.

Perfect.

Shade: 3000/200 (Logic optional.)

Suddenly, nature called.Great.

Lehenga + washroom = enemy combo.

“Lagta hai original Kiara ne shaadi ke tension mein paani zyada pee liya hoga,” I complained.

There was no way I was taking this 300 kg lehenga into the washroom.

So I removed it somehow survived used the washroom and wore it again. Respect to TV serial actresses.

Seriously.

I walked back to the door and, without thinking too much, pushed it.

DHOOM.

The door opened.Just like that.Of course. Serial timing never fails.

A small boy—maybe 7 or 8 years old stood outside. He stared at me like he’d seen a ghost.

I blinked.

He blinked.

I swear, in 0.000000001 milliseconds, he fell in love with me.

I sighed dramatically.“Main itni khubsurat hoon…”

“Ab main kya karoon.” I walked past him, lehenga dragging like a wounded animal, and followed the noise.

The mandap.

Pandit ji was chanting loudly.“Dulha-dulhan aashirvaad lein.”

I panicked.“Shit.” Villain entry ka perfect time hota hai.

Par yeh lehenga…I tried walking faster. Didn’t work. By the time I reached Some small vamp had already done her job.

Whispers. Gasps. Drama.

I clenched my jaw.“Great,” I thought."Main toh late ho gayi.”

Worst vamp ever. I looked at Preet. Her eyes were filled with tears.

Obviously.

She was the heroine.

And yes She looked beautiful.I fall in love with tears eyes omg no fan girl time dude

Arjun stood up confidently.

“Maa… Chachi…” he announced emotionally.

“Main aur Preet ek-doosre se pyaar karte hain.”“Isi liye humne shaadi ki hai.”

Classic. Then He looked straight at me. And smiled.“Humne Kiara se baat kar li hai,” he said loudly."Aur usne humein aashirvaad bhi diya hai.”

He pointed at me. My brain short-circuited. “WHAT?!”

Inside my head: Wah re wah.

Maine kuch bhi nahi kiya hai yaar.Before I could stop myself, words spilled out. “Aap kya keh rahe hain, Arjun?” I said, voice trembling perfectly.

“Aap aur Preet ne mujhe kamre mein band kar diya tha…”

Gasps echoed.I continued.“…aur mujhe kuch bhi nahi pata tha.”And then Crocodile tears.

Perfect timing.Perfect angle. Even I was impressed.

I looked around, eyes shiny, voice broken.“Main toh bas apni behen ke liye khush hone aayi thi…”Inside my head

I whispered"Sorry Preet.Villain banne ke liye thoda drama zaroori hota hai".

🎵 Dhum tanaa naaa… 🎵