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37. It's over

"Hello boss, Our men and Sejal have disappeared. I have no idea where they are. CCTV recordings are also missing.What should we do?....."

"What? How is this possible? Find her Aangre." "Her phone as well as the phones of the men we sent have got switched off and the last location is her apartment," informed Aangre. Vansh rubbed his temples with his thumb. Looks like one of my enemies have reached her. He looked over at Riddhima and sighs. He lowered his head towards her and kissed her right cheek. "Aangre scan the nearby cameras. I want her to be safe." "I am already on it, boss."

Vansh's gaze fell on the deep red mark on Riddhima's cleavage that was visible because her top was little out of position. It almost looked like a bite mark. He rubbed his thumb over her mark. How did she get this rash? Is this an insect bite? He closed the buttons of his blazer over her. His phone rung. "Hello dadi?"

"Don't call me dadi! Do you realise what had happened?" Dadi breathed heavily. Her voice could be heard even without placing the phone on the ear. "What happened?" "Ofcourse you won't know. Tum apni mashuka ko manao or vo yahan hame barbad kr degi!" "Dadi...." "Open your social media accounts. You will see how she has slandered....." "Wait dadi, my PA is calling me."

The car came to a halt in front of VR mansion. Riddhima blinked her eyes open. "Welcome home, sweetheart!" He offered his hand to help her out of his car. Riddhima slapped his hand away and moved out of the car. She still felt a bit dizzy and lost her balance. Vansh caught her waist to stop her. "Don't touch me!" She pulled herself back. Vansh searched her eyes to calm his heart. Riddhima knew what he was looking for. She also knew that he will find nothing. "This is quite convenient. Whenever you want to talk to me, all you have to do is to give some orders and I will be presented to you. While in the reverse scenario, I will have to beg at your feet." She sneered at him.

"I am ready to beg at your feet, if that is what you want. Don't do the same mistake like me, Riddhima. Is our relationship not worth enough to talk? Let's go inside." "The relationship you are talking about is in the past now. I don't have any relationship with you neither through heart nor through papers." She removed his blazer, placed it on the car and moved inside the mansion. Vansh's face distorted in pain. He followed her inside.

Riddhima couldn't help but remember the fateful day when she entered this mansion through the same entrance. When she tried to wipe off her sweat and fix her hairs with her hands. All for what? To be good enough for such filthy people. There were no decorations but she could imagine a stage decorated in front of her. The stage where the drama of her life played, the stage where her ex- husband stood with a dirty smirk, waiting for her to grace her presence so that he finally gets his sick satisfaction. As she walked inside, she remembered how her legs trembled and her shoulders felt heavy when she heard their claims. She wanted to shake him out of his dazed state. There were numerous questions swinging in her mind. He loves her right? Why is he doing this? Is anyone forcing him?
Disbelief had appeared in her eyes and then travelled through her body. That had not been a dream. For a moment, she had asked herself, did she really turn into a mentally ill person? She had swept her eyes over the mocking, smirking and some pitiful glances of people around her. It was then, when she realised that it was her reality.

She looked back at Vansh and at the path that they traced back together on that day. He was really throwing her out like a trash. Just one thing was missing, he didn't threw her out literally. Although it was fulfilled by Ishani in the end . He on the other hand, even had the audacity to grant her permission to stay at his house for the sake of his sister. Like he was granting a favour to her. Like his eyes were saying, "Look, you have got a new chance to stick around me. Don't take it as a chance to come near me." She was indeed their entertainment prop that they couldn't seem to get enough of. They burnt her photos, her memories, her wedding attire. She felt her chest burning but it was not due to pain . She balled her fists. Rage has filled her insides, threatening to overflow if anyone dared to mess with her again.