Sumellika Short Stories

1. Beautiful Revenge (part 11)

Hello ! Welcome to part 11...

Riya opened the door and froze, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Riya : "Raghavendra Rao!"

Her voice carried enough shock to make Siya's father, who was just about to take a sip of tea, pause mid-motion. He turned to the door, his eyes narrowing as he saw Raghav standing there, uninvited yet commanding as ever. Instinctively, he rose to his feet. Siya's mother, hearing the commotion, also appeared, her expression mirroring the same shock.

Without waiting for an invitation, Raghav strode into the room with a quiet intensity.

Siya's father straightened up and walked toward him, his face a mix of surprise and hostility. "Son-in-law, you!" he said, forcing a smile. "How come you're here? Please, sit." His voice trembled with poorly hidden sarcasm. "Your wife didn't come along? She was supposed to, wasn't she?"

He fumbled, trying to maintain a welcoming tone despite the underlying tension. "It's alright. We're happy you came. If we'd known earlier, we would've prepared something special... Rupal, why are you standing there? Get some tea, snacks... Maybe water?" He laughed awkwardly. "Though, rich people like you wouldn't drink water from a poor man's house, right? I'm being silly. After all, you're the master of this city, and we... we're just your servants."

His voice dripped with sarcasm now, every word laced with bitterness. "A master doesn't drink at his servant's table, am I right? You can do anything you want to anyone in this city, no one dares to stop you. So, go ahead! Do what you came to do. Everyone, bow your heads to the master!"

"Enough!" Raghav's voice thundered through the room, silencing everyone. The sudden outburst made Siya's mother and Riya flinch in fear. Raghav's dark eyes blazed with a barely contained fury as it bored into Siya's father.

"Enough of your drama!" Raghav spat, his voice dangerously low. "Son-in-law? Boss? Servant?" He scoffed. "Good. You should say these lines in front of a movie director. You'd be perfect for the role of a dramatic father. It suits you." His words were sharp, slicing through the tension in the room.

He stepped closer, his tone now deadly serious. "But I didn't come here for your theatrics. So, Now Listen to me carefully."

Siya's father straightened, his anger returning with full force.

Siya's Father: "I don't want to hear a thing from you. Get out of my house."

But Raghav's expression didn't waver. His eyes narrowed, filled with a quiet rage. "I'm not leaving until I've said what I came to say."

Siya's father sneered, folding his arms across his chest. "So, who have you come to poison our minds about today?"

Raghav clenched his fists, his jaw tight with frustration but he spoke with measured precision.

Raghav: "That day, Whatever your daughter said about our marriage, it was a lie. Everything was a lie." His gaze softened, but only slightly. "Your daughter has always been good, pure and innocent. She was never at fault. It was me. I... stained her character. I was the one who, in anger, forced her into this marriage. I wanted revenge, and I used her for that. I made a deal with her..." Raghav's voice trailed off as he confessed the bitter truth, revealing everything he had done to Siya.

As Raghav detailed the cruel plan he had set in motion, Siya's father listened, his face hardening with each word.

When he finished, For a moment, the room was silent. Siya's father stared at him, unimpressed, before breaking into slow and sarcastic applause, his face twisted with disdain.

"Bravo," he sneered. "What a performance. Rupal, Riya—applaud him. What a wonderful story." His face twisted with mockery.  "Are you done with your little confession, Mr. Rao? Or do you have more lies to tell?"