"They dragged her through the streets, her feet scraping against the ground as she struggled to break free. Her cries echoed through the air, pleading with them to stop, but her words fell on deaf ears. 'Please, leave me alone. I don't want to marry him,' she begged, her voice shaking with fear.

The response was a harsh slap across her face, the sting making her eyes water. 'You're living with us, we gave you life. Now you must pay for our kindness,' they spat, their words cutting deeper than any physical pain.

Hours later, she stood in front of the mirror, dressed in her bridal attire. Her heart felt heavy, weighed down by the chains of obligation and duty. But as she gazed at her reflection, something within her sparked to life. With a determined glint in her eye, she whispered a silent prayer to Krishna, seeking his protection and guidance.

'No, I won't let them control my life,' she declared, her voice barely above a whisper. With newfound resolve, she began to plot her escape. She waited for the perfect moment, her heart racing with anticipation.

Finally, the opportunity arose, and she snuck out of the house, her eyes scanning the surroundings with caution. She ran as fast as she could, her bridal attire hindering her movements, but her determination driving her forward. The station loomed ahead, and she spotted her friend waiting for her, a look of relief washing over her face as she rushed towards the safety of her friend's presence."