forgiving your enemy is the sweetest revenge.

no one even at least understands

Being an attorney is already a challenging profession, When people discover whom I had married and born in a corrupted and rumored to be criminal in the world. It will significantly impact my life and the way they are treated in their profession. my professional and personal life will turn a whole new level of complexity and can undergo a significant transformation.

The perception I had gained for years, among colleagues, clients, and the general public can drastically change. My association with a family, can cast doubt on my integrity and create a sense of mistrust among the clients and colleagues. Colleagues and clients might get suspicious or question my integrity, loyalty makes me untrustworthy or unethical. this can lead to distrust and skepticism from my clients, colleagues, and even friends.

This can lead to a variety of challenges in my professional life, colleagues keeping their distance, and even facing prejudice within the legal community along with subtle or overt discrimination, as they are judged based on my family ties rather than my merit and qualifications. experience increased scrutiny from authorities and face challenges in representing clients, if my personal life may be used against me in the courtroom.

Additionally, finding myself constantly defending my character and proving my loyalty to the legal profession. I may need to work twice as hard to prove my worth and establish a reputation as an ethical and trustworthy professional. This can create a difficult balancing act between personal and professional obligations. In the future I may face pressure from the family to use my legal knowledge and skills for their benefit, creating a moral dilemma and potential conflicts of interest. Striking a balance between my loyalty to family and professional ethics becomes a constant struggle, forcing me to navigate a complex web of alliances and challenges.

Despite these hurdles, I will continue to navigate the complexities with grace, commit to my principles, and consistently demonstrate my dedication to maintaining justice, fairness, and upholding the law, regardless of these challenges. a test of my character and the ability to rise above the assumptions and biases of others, dedicate myself to my clients, and rise above the judgments and stereotypes, continuing to uphold the law and fight for justice steadfastly and unwaveringly.

here Meera is talking about feeling, I chuckled at how can she feel me if she couldn't understand the depth of the problem. "you're right, I will make everything right at the end." I winked at her to lighten the atmosphere. "we are leaving in two hours for the venue, the beauticians will be here in an hour." Divya said, I just nodded. "Then we will leave you to get ready, even we should get ready. Then see you after two hours." Meera said and both of them left from here. she is more excited than me about my reception.

It's already six thirty in the evening, It has been eight hours since he locked me in this room. I grabbed a bag, It's light so my dress will be comfortable and light. I walked into the dressing room closed it, and sat on a couch keeping a bag on the table in front of the couch.

taking the box out of the bag and opening the cover of the box, I had taken a fancy saree. It's smooth and silky with a beautiful blue shade with silver embroidery. Nowadays people are wearing a gown in reception. Meera also wear a beautiful purple color gown at her reception last week. why I'm even complaining, who doesn't prefer a lightweight saree to a heavy gown?

suddenly I flinched at the sound of the opening and banging of doors. Doesn't he get bored to tears being cantankerous? seems like he only expresses his feelings showing his anger. I rolled my eyes when I listen the sound of breaking something, which should probably broken into thousand pieces. My mother-in-law forwarned, me never to try to stop or go in front of him if he is outrageous.

my laptop and phone are on the couch, what if he smacks them on the ground? standing up, I opened the door, the whole bedroom has destroyed. can't even take a step forward, pieces of glass the furniture had scattered everywhere in the room. the pieces of the white net are under his foot, holding a wine bottle in his hand. Akash is drinking alcohol sitting on the bed, when my eyes dwell on his face. he is thinking deeply about something, I can figure it out he is miserable and gloomy.

"What happened?" his eyes snapped towards me, his eyes didn't show a hint of rage." you're questioning like, you don't know anything." he scoffed and started to sip his wine. People would only ask if they don't know. "No." >good< > better, she started to control her tongue< I had agreed with my subconscious. "what does your father think about him? I will just forgive him by apologizing for killing my father." I can feel his situation, I wanted to kill everyone who is behind my mother's death. according to me forgiving your enemy is the best way of achieving revenge. now I just want justice for my mother's sacrifice. I meticulously walked and sat beside him.

"I can feel you Akash." we can feel others' pain if we have gone through the same phase before. "no you can't, when you're father is still alive." no way I'm going to say him about my mother. "Did my father had done more than kill your father," I asked him because Mrs. Mehta cried and warned me don't ask anyone about this. he threw the alcohol bottle on the floor and turned towards me. his dark eyes grazed me for a couple of seconds. I hissed when he harshly pulled my bandage, pressing on my wound.

"It's not you're concern kitten, but still you're going to pay for your father's crimes." he clutched my waist, pulling me towards him. my heart started to beat fastly, whenever he enters my personal space. he creed my cheeks softly, giving me a sick smile. he is changing his behavior for a few seconds at a time. I started to feel sick from the smell of alcohol from him.

"Why should I pay for someone's sin." I questioned him. "because I'm still suffering for something your father had committed. From now you're going to satisfy my heart that burning in hate by suffering." he is finding his peace hurting me. he released me when his phone started to ring. once he left me, instantly I get up. started to walk towards the couch and sat on it.