His Love

Chapter 5

"So, the answer to it is,
You have to marry me"

She looked at his orbs filled with love, hope and desperation. She kept looking at him before bursting into a mocking laugh as she shook her head and ran fingers through her wavy yet silky locks.

"Hope you rot in Hell"

She said before opening the car door and slamming it shut. She looked at all the people looked at her with questioning gaze. Well, yeah when their Prince announced the arrival of Princess Mishti.

No one expected her to be in her sweats and crop top and also even if she was. She was supposed to walk with their Hukum. But, instead she walked in the other direction as she opened her hairs and pulled them in a ponytail.

But, before she could step away. The media people broke the police barrier and now stood in front of her. Her eyes turned cold and she pushed one of them away because they all were invading her personal space.

"Ma'am have you selected the ring? "

"We've heard that you are going to wear Rathore's ancestoral jewelry? "

"Have you been dieting? "

"How does it feel to get engaged? "

"Do you miss your family? Are you grateful that Hukum took you in"

That was it. That was her breaking point. The person who killed her family is being portrayed as a hero while she is still in pain.

"I am not marrying Rishabh Rathore. My father left me enough property and money for me to survive. I didn't need them to take me in" she spat as Rishabh was dragging her in. All the other guards were also trying to push commoners and media away but no one touched Mishti.

While all this, if you're wondering where Rishabh was. Then, yes let me tell you. Mishti locked him in his car after slamming the door close so that it buys her time and she could call her cousin and get out of there.

But, after the media people running like madmens continuously shoving mics in her face and camera clicking and stuttering every second. She knew there was no way she could have gone. So, it's better to escape from the Haveli.

She looked as they were at the entrance of the Haveli. He held her hand in his as he stepped in. She jerked his hand away as she stepped in saying

"Well Done, Rishabh Rathore you brought your own doom here"

She royally ignored the rice pot kept on the door step. Rishabh's heart was hurt. But, then again what did he expect?

He still shrugged of feeling hurt and a smile formed on his face as he dragged her in excitedly. In front of them was a big banner

"WELCOME HOME"

She didn't even see it and walked past it as if it didn't exist. He felt hurt. He actually made it himself. He really wanted to make efforts to show her his love.

She tiredly dragged her feet to the couch and let her tired body rest on the couch. She looked at a maid and called her.

"Rajkumari-sa" she bowed.

"Can I get water?" she said in a flat tone. The maid nodded and walked away. Rishabh who was still hurt by her actions decided to shrug it off and show her what he bought for her.

She felt the couch dip and she didn't even look at him. She just got up, ready to go and sit somewhere else but he held her wrist before she could act upon her thoughts.