As I awaited Prisha and Yami, my heartbeats increased due to a mixture of fear and anticipation. This situation was an altogether different thing and I, the ever careful one did this.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and my heart leaped into my throat.With trembling hands, I rushed to open it, my breath catching in my throat as I saw Prisha and Yami standing in the hallway.

Both their expressions were a mix of shock and concern. They quickly ran towards me and we hugged each other tightly. At that moment a sense of relief washed over me, knowing that I didn't have to face this nightmare alone.

"Sidhi babyy!" Prisha exclaimed, her eyes widening in concern as she took in my appearance in the wedding gown, "Are you okay, love?" Yami's expression mirrored Prisha's concern, "Yeah, what's going on? You sounded so frantic on the phone."

"How the hell are you married? In Vegas? To a stranger?" Prisha repeated what I had told them on the phone call, her voice filled with disbelief.

As I recounted the events of the previous night, their expressions grew more serious, their concern growing with each passing moment. Yami's eyes widened in shock, "Oh my God, Sidhi baby, I can't believe this."

Prisha sighed and replied, "Yes, it is so unbelievable and chaotic. God! Why our Siddhi baby only?", she asked by looking upwards, to rhe ceiling as if asking God to give her an answer to this.

Well, Prisha is an orphan and she has always considered herself god's child and she talks to him as if she's talking to her parents and he is entitled to answer her.

Our lives are all chaotic but amidst this chaos, there is love, strength and resolve. I am feeling the same today, my best friends are here, with me, supporting me.

With them here, I am ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead now, well the main challenge was letting my family know. Prisha and Yami went to get breakfast for me and my supposed husband while I changed back from this wedding dress.

After I was done my eyes again fell on our wedding photo frame. Tears started to pool in my eyes out of nowhere. At the same time Sanchit entered inside, he came near me trying to console me. But, upon seeing him my anger resurfaced, "What the hell do you want, Sanchit?" I suddenly snapped

Catching a breath, I lashed again, my voice laced with accusations, "I may not have known it was vodka, I know you were as drunk as I was. But, You could've avoided it, it could have been stopped, you could've prevented all of this from happening if you didn't go out of your private room for more drinks, you could've stayed inside but you didn't."

In that moment, my emotions overwhelmed me, and I directed my anger toward Sanchit, blaming him for our situation. My words were really heavy, filled with resentment and anger.

I knew it wasn't fair, that he was just as much a victim of this circumstance as I was.

I wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him and reassure him that we would figure this out together but I couldn't help it and this happened. But, something held me back from opening up to him and that along with the sense of frustration and betrayal, threatened to consume me and it overpowered my senses.

I needed someone to blame, someone to bear the weight of my frustration and despair and  Sanchit became that without any fault of his.

As Sanchit remained silent, a pang of guilt gnawed at me.

Had I been too harsh on him? Has my own frustration blinded me to his confusion and anxiety?

But even as my anger raged on, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his silence than met the eye. Something deeper, something buried beneath the surface of his stoic facade. Sanchit left the room to give me space I guess, or he was hurt I don't know but he left, leaving me alone to my thoughts.

After a few hours with myself, I have relaxed now, I know it was my fault, I shouldn't have shouted at Sanchit. He too is a victim like me. But, it is 7:30 pm now, it's been six hours since Sanchit is gone.

Is he fine!? Oh no, did my words hurt him so much that he won't come back. No no, it's not like that calm down Siddhi, he'll come back. He's not a kid. Right?

Just when I was wondering all this, Sanchit came inside the room, though he did not say anything to me but I breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, the eerie silence was broken by a slow yet gentle ringing. It is my ringtone, I know. I looked around to find my phone, it is is nowhere in sight.

Ughhh! Where the hell are you Mr.phone? Stop ringing.

I finally found my phone, which was ringing again, only to find 20 missed calls from my Maata Shree, 10 missed calls from Papa, 8 missed calls from Niyu.

Oh my god! No No No! Not now, please not now! I'm dead meat today! No one can save me now

I wondered in my mind, scared from all these calls. My phone rang again, the screen buzzed showing Maata Shree calling, I was scared but I had to pick it up, she might be scared there too. With trembling hands I picked up the call, which was unluckily on speaker.

"Miss. Sidhisha Sharma, oh no no sorry, Mrs.Sidhisha Sanchit Maheshwari, where in the world are you? How could you get married, that too to anybody? Who is this Sanchit Maheshwari? And out of all places, you got married in Vegas? Who is this damn boy? What does he do? And why did you marry him? What is wrong?", my mother roared at me.

As I listened to my mother's frantic questions, panic churned in my stomach, threatening to overwhelm me with its intensity. This is the sole reason why I was scared to pick up her call.

But, wait, what the heck? How did Maata Shree know that I got married? Did I..? Oh no, what have I done? We have to get back to India as soon as possible.

For now, I have to calmly explain the situation to my over sensitive and over hyping mother, who is getting extra tensed for me.

But, How could I explain this mess to her? How could I make her understand that I hadn't planned any of this, that it was all a crazy whirlwind of events beyond my control?

"Maata Shree, please! At least give me a break. Let me answer first before bombarding these many questions on me at once," I pleaded with her to which she just hummed in annoyance and anger.

"Maata Shree, please try to understand," I pleaded, my voice trembling with emotion. "I know this may sound unbelievable, but I didn't plan any of this. It's all a blur, a crazy whirlwind of events that I can't fully explain."

But my mother's voice crackled with concern, each word laden with worry and frustration, "Sidhisha! What do you mean? You are the one who got married? And in Vegas of all places! Have you lost your mind?" she exclaimed, her tone sharp and incredulous.

I winced at my mother's reaction, feeling guilty, a wave of anxiety washed over me, "Maata Shree, please! I know it sounds crazy, but I need you to listen to me," I pleaded, my voice tinged with desperation. Although, I felt frustration rising within me, my hands were trembling with the weight of my emotions.

How could I make her see that I was just as confused and lost as she was?

But my mother's agitation only seemed to escalate as she continued to bombard me with questions and demands for an explanation, "Who is this boy? What does he do? How could you marry someone you don't even know?", she demanded, her tone bordering on hysteria.

I felt my own anxiety mounting in response to my mother's frantic energy, but I knew I had to remain calm and composed if I wanted to explain the situation properly, "Maata Shree, please, let me explain," I urged, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging within me.

Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I recounted the events of the previous night, from the innocent karaoke session with my friends to the fateful encounter with the mysterious "Soft Watery Solace" drink at the bar.

"I didn't even realize it was vodka," I confessed, my voice filled with regret, "I thought it was just a harmless soft drink. But before I knew it, everything became a blur, and the next thing I remember was waking up in a strange room, dressed in a wedding gown, with a complete stranger beside me."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line as my mother processed the shocking revelation. Gradually, her tone softened, though the concern and frustration was still noticeable, "Oh, Sidhu," she sighed, her voice heavy with worry, "I can't believe this has happened. I'm just glad you're safe. I was worried for you baccha."

My heart swelled with relief at her mother's comforting words, though I knew there was still much to discuss and resolve, "I'm so sorry, Maata Shree," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion, "I never meant for any of this to happen."

My mother's voice softened further, filled with maternal love and understanding. "I know, beta. Sometimes life throws unexpected challenges our way, and all we can do is face them head-on," she replied, her words a soothing balm to my troubled soul.

I wiped away my tears, "Thank you, Maata Shree," I said softly, my voice filled with gratitude, "I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make things right." As I turned to face Sanchit, my newfound husband, I felt a sense of guilt wash over me again.

He had heard my conversation and still he didn't say anything about my outburst before. He even began to make plans for our return to India and to confront the consequences of our impromptu wedding.

So that's it for the 5th chapter.
I hope you liked it and if you did please vote and comment.

Sidhisha's burst of anger at Sanchit is totally not a nice thing. Poor boy, got scolded for no fault of his.
What do you think would be the reaction of Sanchit's family about this?

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Word Count: 1700 words

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