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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Silence permeated the entire office, a heavy and oppressive blanket that stifled any attempts at conversation. No one dared to utter a word as the clock ticked away the late hours of the night. The elders had retired to their beds, leaving only the six of them in the dimly lit office. Vivaan, the stoic figure of authority, sat in the main chair, meticulously sifting through the files that lay before him. Aryan, now changed into casual wear, occupied the seat in front of Vivaan, a subtle nervousness flickering in his eyes.
Arushi and Siya found a spot on the couch, their eyes darting around the room. It was already 11 pm, and while the discussion and the official marriage certificate could certainly wait until the next day, Vivaan seemed insistent on concluding matters that very night. Their gazes shifted to Simran, who leaned on another couch, her petite still wrapped in the heavy lehenga. Truth to be said no body changed except for Aryan.
The door creaked open, and Ayansh entered, carrying a plate of food. Striding over to Simran, he placed it in front of her. She, the only one hungry, eagerly eyed the pasta on the plate, joy gleaming in her eyes. She was starving since morning. Aryan and Siya may have offered her food but she was so stubborn and moreover heartbroken to eat. She was drowning in her own misery to acknowledge her hunger. She looked up at Ayansh and flashed a grateful smile.
His brother was bad but Ayansh was not the bad one. He didn't emit the dangerous vibe like Vivaan and Aryan. He was more of a friendly carefree person who gave her a smile too.
"Thank you," she uttered, a simple phrase that had an unexpected effect on Ayansh. A slight smile played on his lips, and he gently patted her head. Despite his tough exterior, he recognized that she was still a child, forced into a world she couldn't comprehend. Loosening his tie, he settled beside her, stealing glances at the two ladies seated across the room.
Arushi nudged her head towards the table, catching Ayansh's attention. She wanted him to say something. The silence was unbearable to her and everybody sitting there. "Bhai..."
Ayansh was interrupted by Vivaan, who raised his hand, signaling for silence. Ayansh kept mum, h kmew not to interrupt his brother now. He was angry. Aryan met Vivaan's gaze head-on, an act which was common. Aryan was a rebel from childhood and knew how to get on Vivaan's nerves.
''Do you know the consequences of your actions Aryan? Did you ever think of her or your future before marrying her?''
Vivaan's voice, cold and stern, resonated through the office, questioning Aryan about the consequences of his actions. Simran gulped audibly, feeling a shiver run down her spine. The scene was very intense. She could feel the fear in herself even not being the victim of the scene.
Aryan, however, remained nonchalant, bored even, in the face of Vivaan's scolding. The 22-year-old, with his blue eyes locked onto Vivaan's, showed no fear. Vivaan's frustration peaked, and he slammed his hand on the table, demanding Aryan to stop being ignorant and take responsibility for his actions.
