Singhaniyas: the name itself sent shivers down the people's body. They were powerful and filthy rich. Hotels, diners, pubs, clubs...almost 90 percent of everything in Rajasthan was owned by them. They were surrounded by fame, limelight, money, camer...
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People often don't often get what they want in their life. They can do thousands of manifestation and focus on their goals but some things are not in their hand. Some things are bound to be happened because it was written in their fate.
And that was what written in siya's fate. You think getting born in a rich family was easy. Life was never a bed of roses for her. From the day she was born her fate was sealed. No matter how supportive her parents maybe but one thing was sure her fate was already entwined with him. It was something no one can change.
She tried to retaliate but cannot. It wasn't that this life was bad for her, no it was not but she craved the love which perhaps he could never give her.But yet she had to give up her love for him.
Vivaan walked into the room and found his wife sitting on the bed, engrossed in a book. Two years of marriage had revealed that he had a bookworm for a wife, but he didn't mind as long as she didn't interfere too much in his life. He sighed and casually tossed his blazer onto the couch.
Siya glanced up from her book, observing her husband's actions. Despite his status as a billionaire business tycoon, Vivaan was the messiest person she had ever known. She shuddered at the sight and returned to her book. "Aryan has brought some girl from Bengal... just go and check on him," Vivaan instructed, grabbing a towel and heading towards the washroom.
Hearing this, Siya jumped up from the bed, her eyes wide. "What?"
Vivaan, on the verge of unlocking the door, halted and turned to look at his astonished wife. He raised an eyebrow, prompting Siya to close her mouth and lick her lips nervously.
"I mean, Aru has brought a girl... I mean, an actual girl..."
"Did I speak in another language, Siya? Can you not understand? Just go and check on him," Vivaan bellowed in frustration already a headache forming due to the events that just occurred, before slamming the washroom door shut. Siya flinched at the sound and quickly made her way out of the room.
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The room, previously silent, was now filled with the heated arguments of two individuals. The sound of glass shattering echoed, leaving everything in tense silence. Arushi stood, visibly shaken, as a glass narrowly missed her, crashing onto the floor.
At that moment she felt like marrying this person was the biggest mistake of her entire life. The way he behaves, the way he disrespects her, shouts at her, crushes her heart. She is strong she knows that but a person can only endure up to a limit and every day this person was starting to exceed that limit.
She looked at her husband with tears welling up in her eyes. Ayansh approached her with purpose, grabbing her by the neck and pushing her against the wall. His grip tightened, and his eyes burned with rage.
"You want to test me, Arushi... right now?"
Despite the pain, Arushi composed herself and defiantly pushed him away. "Your brother is as useless and heartless as you, Ayansh. He literally picked up a girl from Bengal just because he liked her... seriously."
Ayansh, clearly angered, retorted, "What can I do? Should I go down and shoot him, telling him to return the girl? He's Aryan; does he ever listen to anyone except Siya bhabhi? Talk to her, not me."
Arushi watched as her husband stormed out of the room. She fought back tears, reminding herself not to cry over this useless man. Rubbing her sore neck, she winced in pain.
She was exhausted, tired with all the fighting. She knows he can never love her. He still loves her, his first love apparently. She understands it even she can never fall in love with this creature but there was no peace between them. No understanding at all. Their fights have never been sorted out. They fight but at the end of the day they sleep on the same bed. He never says sorry but at the end of the week he makes it up to her by giving her whatever she demands. This is unhealthy she knows but she doesn't knows anything to resolve it.
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Simran trembled in her place as she met the intense gaze of her kidnapper. Aryan, who had threatened her parents at gunpoint to bring her here, loomed over her.
Her heartbeat was fast and loud that in a silent room she would have been able to hear it. The devil was in front of her with his crazy smirk and electric blue eyes. She loved the color blue but know she is terrified. Her forehead is sweating and she is trembling like a leaf.
"P-Please... please leave me," she pleaded in a broken voice, terrified of him. Aryan, with his devilish eyes, smirked and approached her. Simran moved back on the bed, shivering. Aryan frowned, grabbed her hand, and pulled her closer, his breath brushing against her skin. She shivered even more.
"I didn't bring you here to let you go, babygirl..."
Simran cringed at the nickname, meeting his gaze. Aryan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, trailing his finger on her cheek. She never in her life time she thought anything could make her cringe but even the sweet nickname from his mouth made her inside churn in disgust.
"I can't wait to make you Mrs. Aryan Singhaniya..."
"I won't...you are insane"
Aryan tightened his grip on her jaw, causing tears to well up in her eyes from the pain. "You are mine, baby girl... mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to destroy...and I will show you how insane I can be baby"
"Aru..."
Aryan released Simran at the sudden sound of a familiar voice. He stepped back, locking eyes with his sister-in-law. "Get her ready, bhabhi... I will marry her today itself." Aryan glanced at Simran one last time before leaving the room.
Siya sighed, looking at the terrified Simran. Her brother-in-law had recklessly crossed a line this time.
