Capítulo 7: Chapter 7: The Showdown
The grand hall was alive with music and laughter, the clinking of glasses and the rustle of expensive fabrics filling the air. Guests were lost in the moment, enjoying the celebration of my sister's marriage to Aghav. The opulence of the ceremony made it hard to believe that any storm could disrupt such perfection. But then again, I wasn't here to celebrate. I was here to reclaim what was mine.
I watched from the shadows, waiting for the right moment. The reception was in full swing, and I had already planted the seeds for what was to come. Hidden deep within the audio-visual system, a series of carefully crafted videos waited, ready to expose the truth to everyone in the room. No one knew what was about to unfold. No one except me.
The moment was finally upon us. The guests were seated for the first dance, the bride and groom gliding across the floor, lost in their own little world. I stood near the back of the room, my finger hovering over the remote that would set the wheels in motion.
With a slight press, the massive screen at the front of the room flickered to life, and the first video began to play.
The music continued for a few moments, unaware of the disturbance, until the faces of the bride and groom were replaced by something far less picturesque. A grainy black-and-white video appeared, showing my sister—her face contorted with anger, her eyes cold as she spoke with a man I recognized all too well. Aghav. The video was from years ago, a recording of their first illicit encounter.
Whispers began to ripple through the crowd. I watched as the guests shifted uncomfortably in their seats, eyes darting from the screen to my sister. My sister's face turned pale as she noticed the video. Her gaze locked onto mine, but there was nothing she could do. The truth was spilling out for everyone to see.
The video continued, showing Aghav and my sister in an embrace, their lips locked in a kiss that was too passionate to ignore. It was a secret from the past, buried long ago, but now it was exposed for all to witness. The groom—her soon-to-be husband—was not the man she pretended he was.
The room fell silent. The music cut off, and all eyes were now on my sister and Aghav, who looked utterly horrified, his face twisted in disbelief. He turned sharply toward my sister, his voice barely a whisper, but I could see his anger brewing. "What the hell is this?"
My sister stammered, struggling to speak. "This isn't what it looks like. Emily, you... you're ruining everything!"
I stood there, unshaken, watching the unraveling of everything she had worked so hard to build. Her perfect little world was collapsing before her eyes, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The video on the screen flickered, changing to another clip—this time, a recording of Aghav and my sister exchanging more intimate words, their betrayal unmistakable.
The guests gasped, some of them whispering in hushed tones. They were all witnessing the truth. This wasn't a fairy tale; it was a lie. Aghav had never been hers to marry.
My sister's face twisted in panic. She tried to pull at the screen, shouting at the technicians to turn it off, but the damage had been done. No one cared to listen to her anymore. The whispers, the judgment, it all fell on her now. The blood drained from her face, and for the first time, she wasn't the center of attention in a room full of admirers.
As the last video played, the room erupted into chaos. Guests were muttering, some leaving in disgust, others unsure of what to do. Aghav, still in shock, turned to face me, his eyes burning with fury. He was no longer the composed, cold man I remembered. The mask had cracked, and beneath it, I saw nothing but guilt.
"You did this?" he hissed, his voice low but menacing.
I didn't flinch. "You should have never crossed me," I said coldly, my voice clear in the now-silent room.
The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. The guests had turned their attention to the confrontation between Aghav and me, eager to see how this drama would unfold. But I wasn't interested in the spectacle. I was here for a reason—to show them who I had become, to expose their lies, and to reclaim what was mine.
"I'm sorry," my sister whispered, her voice shaking with anger and fear. "But this isn't over, Emily. You can't do this. You can't destroy everything I've worked for."
I didn't answer her. Instead, I stepped forward, my gaze fixed on Aghav. "You never had the right to take everything from me. But now... now it's time for you to feel the consequences of your actions."
I turned on my heel, my back to them both, and began walking toward the door. The chaos was already spiraling out of control, and I had done what I came to do. The truth had been revealed. The lies had been shattered. And now, there was no going back.
But as I left the wedding hall, a small, twisted smile crept onto my lips. The storm I had set into motion had only just begun.
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