DARK MARRIAGE 🖤(TWISTED FATE)

16_-__( secrets)

"They says there is a specific goal in life
When it got Full ur life become a mare tool"
Author0_subhu

UNKNOWN POV -

Irisha stood in the Pahal household, her face downcast, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. The sharp sound of a slap still reverberated in the air, a stark contrast to the happy anticipation that had filled the room moments before. Her aunt, fuming with rage, loomed over her, the expression on her face akin to a raging bull.

Everyone in the room was taken aback by the sudden turn of events. One moment, Irisha had been happily looking towards the door, the next, she had been struck across the face. The reason for her aunt's anger remained unclear to her, as her aunt had always taunted her, voicing her disdain and making Irisha feel like an unwanted burden in her own home.

Manohar Pahal, could no longer contain his outrage. His voice rose like a tiger's roar, though the weathered quality lent it a certain mare-like whimsy. Despite his advanced age, his words held authority, a testament to the power he still wielded within the family. He made it clear that no one would lay a hand on Irisha until after her upcoming marriage. Furthermore, he threatened to transfer all of his remaining property, which amounted to 60%, to Irisha, should anything happen to her.

His stern warning was not to be taken lightly. The family members, who had previously treated Irisha with such contempt, were forced to concede. They had no choice but to heed Manohar's words and refrain from interfering with the marriage plans.

Manohar had been silent for too long after the deaths of his son and wife, but now, he was determined to make his presence felt. He would ensure that his family saw the full extent of his power and that they faced the consequences of their mistreatment of Irisha. The stage was set for a showdown, and Manohar was ready to unleash the fury that had been simmering within him from very long.

OTHER SIDE IN RATHORE MANSION-

The Rathore household was abuzz with excitement as the news of Aatreya's impending marriage spread. Everyone was thrilled at the prospect, eager to participate in the joyous celebrations. The family quickly convened a meeting with the family priest to discuss the auspicious dates for the engagement and wedding ceremonies.

As the priest carefully examined the horoscopes of Aatreya and Irisha, a sense of relief washed over the assembled family. The priest declared that the match was perfectly aligned, and proceeded to outline the potential dates. For the engagement, two options were presented - one after 4 days, and another after 2 months. As for the wedding, the priest suggested two auspicious dates - one 12 days away, and another 6 months in the future.

At this point, the formidable Ambar Singh Rathore turned to his grandson Aatreya, who had just joined them from his study. "Aatreya, we need to discuss the engagement date. Which one would you prefer - after 4 days or after a month?" The room fell silent, for Aatreya's word was law in this household.

Without a moment's hesitation, Aatreya firmly stated, "I want the engagement to happen after 4 days and marriage after 12days ." This decisive command sent a shiver through the assembled family, save for Ambar Singh, who was well-acquainted with Aatreya's unyielding nature.

Ok then i will talk to monohar jii, after taking his consent we will hold the engagement said ambar singh, "mujhe pharak negi padta kan kya kehate hai, sagai 4 din main honi chahiye " Aatreya utterly these words commandingly and aatreya words are command in rathore household.

Ambar Singh nodded in acknowledgement, knowing better than to argue. "Very well, I shall speak to Manohar ji and ensure the engagement is scheduled as per your wishes."

With that, Aatreya turned and left the room, the weight of his presence still lingering. The family exhaled the breath they had been holding, relieved that the "devil", as everyone called him, had agreed to the earlier engagement date.

Ambar Singh had swiftly ensured that Manohar ji, he agreed to the engagement date that Aatreya had so firmly commanded. Despite the short notice, Manohar ji had readily consented, with one request - that the engagement be held at the Pahal house, where he and his late wife and irisha parents had cherished so many memories with their irisha.
The Rathore family members were relieved that Aatreya's uncompromising decision had not created any further complications. They knew all too well the consequences of going against his wishes, and were grateful that Manohar ji had been so understanding.

The calm was shattered, however, when Aatreya encountered a servant carrying a framed photograph in the hallway. His reaction was immediate and visceral - his blood boiled as he recognized the person in the picture, someone he despised with every fiber of his being.
"Where did you get this photo? Bring it to me!" Aatreya roared, snatching the frame from the servant's trembling hands. The commotion drew the attention of the entire Rathore family, who had gathered in the hall .
They watched in trepidation as Aatreya unleashed his wrath, jii s--ir jii badi tha--ku-rani ne out house shaa--f kar--ne ke liye kaha th--a,to a pho-to fre mila to issliye isss--e store roo--m main rakhne ja-a rahe the, the servant's stuttering explanation only further fueling his rage. The broken frame lay on the floor, a testament to Aatreya's unbridled fury.

Then Aatreya's grandmaa Neelima jii , who mustered the courage to approach him. "Aatreya, it's time to move on," she said gently. "You are about to start a new chapter in your life. It's time to let go of the past."

To the surprise of the family, Aatreya's reaction was uncharacteristic. Instead of lashing out, and damaging everything he look at neelima jii with a deadpan face, and , he left from there , he retreated to his office, channeling his anger into his work.

The younger Rathores, who had witnessed the entire incident, were left puzzled, wondering what had transpired in the past that whenever their elder brother behave like a beast,when he see something related to the person who is inside the frame ,the framed person is none other than their eldest kakusa (elder uncle) .

AUTHOR POV---

In the Pahal household, there was a flurry of activity as everyone prepared for the upcoming engagement ceremony. Irisha, the soon-to-be bride, found herself in a whirlwind of emotions, torn between excitement and trepidation.

Despite the joy of the impending occasion, Irisha couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness and paranoia. The experiences of her childhood had left a lasting impact, and she could only hope that the future would hold something better for her.

Irisha's cousins, Prisha and Prusthi, were constantly by her side, chattering endlessly about the various wedding preparations. From dress shopping to ring selection, the two girls were positively vibrant, eager to be a part of every aspect of the festivities.

Irisha, on the other hand, remained more subdued. She knew that her grandfather would handle all the financial aspects of the wedding, but she didn't want anything extravagant. Her preference was for a simple celebration that her family could comfortably afford.

However, Irisha was all too aware that this was no ordinary engagement. She was about to be betrothed to Aatreya Singh Rathore, a man whose very name evoked a sense of awe and perfection. The weight of this reality only added to her trepidation, as she wondered how she, a seemingly ordinary girl, could ever measure up to the grandeur of the Rathore family.

As the days ticked by, Irisha found herself caught in a whirlwind of preparations, surrounded by the excitement and anticipation of her loved ones. Yet, deep within, she couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of unease, a premonition that the path ahead might not be as smooth as she had hoped.

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