| "Tumhe Apna Banane Ka Junoon
Sar Pe Hai, Kab Se Hai
Mujhe Aadat Bana Lo Ik Buri
Kehna Ye Tumse Hai
Tumhe Apna Banane Ka Junoon
Sar Pe Hai, Kab Se Hai
Sar Pe Hai, Kab Se Hai
Jism Ke Samandar Mein
Ik Lehar Jo Thehari Hai
Usme Thodi Harqat Hone Do
Shayari Sunaati Inn Do Nasheeli Aankhon Ko Mujhko Paas Aake Padhne Do Ishq Ki Khwahishon Mein
Bheeg Lo Baarishon Mein Aao Na..." |
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The next day, when Ritu was going to the university, a sleek car suddenly appeared beside her, and someone dragged her inside and kidnapped her.
They took her to an open ground where there was no one around-just five black, sleek luxurious cars standing in a circle, and him-LAKSHYA SINGH RAJAWAT-standing in the middle of it.
*Ritu's POV*
A woman dragged me to the center. I looked at him
"What is this behavior? Why was I brought here? Oh, so just because I stood up for someone, now you are here to take revenge on me?"
He smirked, then laughed cruelly
"Revenge? Kitten, I have no intention of taking revenge. I am here for a better reason... soon-to-be Mrs. Ritu Lakshya Singh Rajawat."
My eyes widened
"Are you out of your mind? Think before you speak. I won't marry someone like you... you bastard."
He stepped closer "You will. Either willingly or forcefully."
I looked at him in shock
"What do you mean?"
He gestured to one of his men. The guard brought a laptop and showed me footage of my mother and older sister trapped inside a room with guards surrounding them, guns pointed at them.
Both of them looked terrified, holding onto each other tightly.
I gasped "What is this? Where are they?"
I grabbed his collar
"Tell me where they are!"
He pointed toward a nearby building.
"There."
Fear consumed me instantly, and tears welled up in my eyes.
"Hey, listen... please let them go. What have they done wrong to you? Please release them. You have a problem with me, so don't drag my family into it."
A tear slipped down my cheek.
He cupped my face. His touch wasn't rough-it was gentle. He wiped my tears away "Shadi karo."
(Get married to me.)
I stepped back and shook my head.
"No, don't do this. I won't marry you."
His expression turned cold.
"Okay then."
He snapped his fingers, and the building exploded.
My blood ran cold.
"Nooooo!"
A scream tore from my throat. Without thinking twice, I ran toward the building, crying uncontrollably. I completely broke down.
He pulled me back.
"Calm down."
I screamed at him.
"How can I calm down? My mother and my sister are my only family, and I lost them!"
He pulled me closer.
"They are not dead. They are still alive."
The guard showed me another footage of my family safe and unharmed.
My knees gave out, but he held me before I could fall. He cradled my face gently "Nothing will happen to them but... shadi karo."
(But... marry me.)
I closed my eyes in defeat.
"Okay... I will do this marriage, but please spare my family. I beg you."
He pulled me closer
"Ek baar bol diya, dobara mat bolna. Lakshya Singh Rajawat ki patni kabhi kisi se bheekh nahi mangegi. Kisi se bhi nahi... khud humse bhi nahi. Meri biwi ki jagah palkon pe hai, paon mein nahi."
(you said this but, don't repeat it again. Lakshya Singh Rajawat's wife will never beg anyone. Not anyone... not even me. My wife's place is on my eyelashes, not beneath someone's feet.)
He looked at the female guards.
"Take her and get her ready... aakhir hamari patni banne ja rahi hain."
(After all, she is going to become my wife.)
The guards took me away to a room where a deep maroon lehenga with heavy intricate designs had been laid out. I changed into it, though my eyes were red from crying.
Still, I controlled my tears because I didn't want to show weakness in front of him.
Later, I was taken in a car to a temple. He was already sitting there. He held my hand and made me sit beside him while the priest continued chanting mantras.
The priest tied our gathbandhan.
He stood up for pheras, but I remained seated. I couldn't bring myself to stand and take the pheras.
He clenched his jaw tightly, his angry voice echoing.
"Utho."
(Get up.)
I didn't stand. I felt helpless.
He growled and suddenly scooped me into his arms effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing.
One hand was under my knees while the other supported my back. I neither held onto him nor reacted.
I was still in utter disbelief that I was getting married to someone I had never even imagined marrying.
He began taking the pheras with me in his arms.
First Phera
"I promise to provide for each other and never let the family go hungry. I will ensure a stable and healthy life."
Second Phera
"I promise to support you in every situation-good or bad. I will stand by you in all circumstances."
Third Phera
"I commit to earning honestly and managing resources wisely. I will grow financially with honesty and effort."
Fourth Phera
"I promise love, loyalty, and respect for you and our families. Our relationship will be built on love and trust."
Fifth Phera
"I accept the responsibility of nurturing the next generation. I will raise our children with good values."
Sixth Phera
"I promise to care for you physically and emotionally. I will protect your well-being."
Seventh Phera
"I become your true partner, equal, and best friend for life. I am united with you forever-in heart, mind, and soul."
He gently placed me down, and the priest said, "Var vadhu ki maang mein sindoor bharein."
(The groom shall fill the bride's hairline with sindoor.)
I closed my eyes as he filled my hairline with vermillion.
Then the priest spoke again, shattering whatever little hope I had left.
"Var vadhu ko mangalsutra pehnayein."
(The groom shall make the bride wear the mangalsutra.)
He secured the sacred chain around my neck.
My hands clenched tightly in my lap. I had never wanted to marry like this. I had always feared marriage. I had seen too many failed marriages-my own father being one of the biggest examples. And today, I was tied in a relationship I had never imagined for myself.
He placed a kiss on my forehead. It wasn't soft. It was claiming.
"Welcome to my life, Mrs. Ritu Lakshya Singh Rajawat."
Even hearing the name felt like a curse carved into my soul.
"Release my family now, please," I whispered weakly.
He gestured toward his guard.
"You are coming with me."
I looked up at him vulnerably.
"I want to meet my family, please."
He cupped my face with his large hand and gently caressed my cheek.
"You don't have to ask."
My mother and sister were brought there. I ran toward them and hugged them tightly.
"Maa, Di, are you okay?"
They hugged me back fearfully. But the moment they noticed my bridal attire, the sindoor, and the mangalsutra around my neck, both of them gasped, their hands flying to their mouths as tears filled their eyes.
My mother held my arms tightly.
"What is this?"
I looked down.
"I had to do this. You both were in danger because of me."
She pulled me into her embrace.
"Mera bacha."
(My child.)
I finally broke down, crying uncontrollably.
"I don't want to go."
My sister glared angrily at Lakshya.
"How dare you marry her without her permission? I will sue you."
I quickly held her back.
"Don't, Didi. I don't want you in danger again."
She faltered.
I didn't want to let go of them.
But then his voice came from behind.
"It's time to go."
I stepped away from my family with trembling hands.
"I will miss you."
Then I turned and walked away with him without looking back, because I knew if I did, I would never be able to leave.
Inside the car, I kept crying silently.
He called out softly,
"Look at me."
I ignored him, so he grabbed my chin and turned my face toward him. His grip was firm. His thumb brushed against my trembling lower lip.
"Don't cry, wifey."
My throat bobbed painfully.
"Nafrat hai hame aapse."
(I hate you.)
He replied calmly,
"Aur hame utna hi pyaar."
(And I love you just as much.)
He pulled me slightly closer.
"Rest for a while. A drama will break out in my house too, so it's better if you rest."
I pushed his hands away and leaned my head against the window.
Throughout the entire ride, he kept staring at me intensely. I kept looking outside the window, but his gaze felt like it was piercing through my soul.
Soon, we arrived at a grand mansion. It stood tall and opulent, screaming luxury.
I gulped-not because of the luxury, but because of nervousness.
How would his family treat me?
Would they accept me?
Would they hate me?
Countless thoughts swirled in my mind.
The car finally came to a halt.
He stepped out first and extended his hand toward me. I ignored it and got out on my own, but being the stubborn man he was, he grabbed my hand tightly and intertwined our fingers.
Frustrated, I tried pulling my hand back "Let go of my hand."
He replied flatly,
"No."
My eye twitched.
"No? Tum na neta kam, gunde zyada ho... 'nirlaj gunde.' Let go of my hand otherwise-"
(You are less of a politician and more of a shameless thug.)
He raised an eyebrow as if my threat meant nothing.
"Otherwise what?"
I opened my mouth to retort, but he interrupted smoothly
"Kitten, if you say another word, I know exactly how to shut that pretty mouth of yours... my lips are free for that service."
A blush crept up my neck at his shameless reply.
He started pulling me along with him. I walked beside him unwillingly.
I scoffed under my breath.
"Nirlaj gunda."
(Shameless goon.)
He smirked.
"You know I could hear that. And I can show you just how shameless I can get."
When we reached the mansion's main entrance, he rang the doorbell.
A woman in her fifties opened the door, but the moment her eyes landed on me, she gasped.
"Lakshya, what is this?"
Lakshya replied dryly,
"Rather, you should ask who this is. Meri biwi aur iss ghar ki choti bahu."
(My wife and the younger daughter-in-law of this house.)
She looked stunned and annoyed.
"Is this some kind of joke? You went for an event and came back married?".
My heartbeat quickened as I saw more people approaching. I was terrified.
Two men and a women came forward.
A man in his sixties stepped ahead. I assumed he was Lakshya's father.
"What kind of sick joke is this, Lakshya Singh Rajawat?".
An angry voice suddenly echoed from outside
"Main batata hoon, Uncle."
(I'll tell you, Uncle.)
It was Kabir Patel-the same man I had seen at the event.
He walked inside, giving Lakshya a look filled with disappointment and disapproval.
But Lakshya didn't even flinch. Not a single trace of tension crossed his face. He looked eerily calm.
Kabir explained everything-how Lakshya had forced me into this marriage.
Everyone looked shocked and furious.
His father slapped him hard across the face.
"This is what we taught you? To force someone into something as sacred as marriage?"
Lakshya clenched his jaw tightly.
"Hame kisi ko koi safai dene ki zarurat nahi hai. Bas itna jaan lijiye aap sab log ki ye ladki hamari biwi hai. Aur meri biwi ko izzat milni chahiye, so you all are intelligent enough to understand what I am saying."
(I don't need to explain myself to anyone. Just know this-this girl is my wife. And my wife deserves respect, so all of you are intelligent enough to understand what I mean.)
I was taken aback by his words. He was the same man who had forced me into marriage, yet he was demanding respect for me.
He looked at me then. Something flickered in his eyes... softness? No. That couldn't be possible.
"I am going out for some time. No one will say anything to you. If they do... they will face consequences for messing with Lakshya's wife. I won't care even if it's someone from the family."
His threat hung heavily in the air.
Then he gently released my hand and stormed out.
I stood there nervously, wondering what would happen to me now.
But then his mother sighed softly.
"Sadhna beta, grah pravesh ka samaan lana."
(Sadhna dear, bring the things needed for the bride's welcome ritual.)
I blinked in shock.
Were they... welcoming me?
A lota filled with rice and a plate of alta were brought forward. His mother performed my aarti and guided me gently.
"Beta, kick the lota with your right foot."
I obeyed quietly.
Then she pointed toward the alta plate.
"Now step into it and walk forward."
I did as instructed, leaving red footprints behind.
She held my hand warmly.
"Beta, I am Lakshya's mother, Kamini Singh Rajawat. You can call me Maa."
Her gentle touch reminded me so much of my own mother that I froze.
"Okay... Maa."
The woman who had brought the lota smiled softly.
"I am Sadhna, Lakshya's bhabhi-meaning your bhabhi too from now on."
She caressed my cheek affectionately like an elder sister.
I nodded quietly.
"Okay, Bhabhi."
My eyes filled with tears again as I remembered my mother and sister.
Kabir spoke softly,
"Hey there, I am Kabir-his best friend. But I am disappointed in what he did. You can call me Bhaiya. I promise, if you accept me as your brother, I will always protect you. Even without you asking."
He grinned lightly.
I nodded.
"Okay, Bhaiya."
Another man stepped forward.
"I am Veer, Lakshya's elder brother. You can call me Bhaiya."
He gently patted my head.
I smiled weakly.
"Okay, Bhaiya."
At last, Lakshya's father stepped forward and placed a fatherly hand over my head.
"I am Dhairya, Lakshya's father. You can call me Papa."
The moment I heard the word "Papa," the dam inside me broke completely. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face because I had never experienced such fatherly warmth before.
He immediately panicked.
"Did I say something wrong?".
I shook my head while sniffling.
"I just... never had a father's love before, so I got emotional. Sorry."
His eyes widened with pain.
He pulled me into a warm embrace.
"Shh, bache. No need to cry. Who said you don't have a father? I am your father too. I will give you all the love of a father, so never feel like this again."
I nodded weakly.
"Okay, Papa."
Bhabhi stepped forward gently.
"You should rest. After everything that happened today, you must be exhausted."
I nodded silently.
She held my hand and guided me upstairs.
She stopped in front of a large room.
"This is Lakshya's room... and now yours too."
Then she nudged me forward lightly.
"Go rest."
I nodded and walked inside while she quietly closed the door behind me.
The room was massive.
Everything looked luxurious and expensive.
I sat down on the king-sized bed.
"My room...?"
Even calling it mine felt strange.
I leaned against the headboard and hugged my knees tightly.
My nerves were tense-not from exhaustion, but from one terrifying thought.
It was our wedding night.
What if he asked me for that?
What if he tried to touch me?
What would I do?
T
he thought itself terrified me.
Tears silently kept falling from my eyes.
To be continued...
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