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Anwesha weds Bhaskar.

She smiled. Her smile had million stories, million words, million emotions engraved. Her smile had tears of joy and grief of losing. Her smile was much more than a smile.

Her fingers caressed the embossed letters and she felt what it actually meant.

There were million reasons to be with him but there were more reasons to be apart. He was right with every ounce of his anger and she had expected more.

She had let him know about her whereabouts just to let him go, just to make him let her go. She had to do it before a new beginning or it could have been lethal, killing an innocent heart between theirs.

Anwesha Dutta wasn't made to suffer. She deserved love.

It was painful to let go. But she smiled.

She had freed Bhaskar, finally.

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