His Widow

Chapter 4

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All the heavenly costumes and sarees were bought down to the hall and thrown down in the centre of the house where the ceiling is open rectangularly from where the house splits into multiple wings. The jwellery were thrown down roughly as the beads and diamonds spilled out. The paintings were thrown down with their family pictures.

His lapdogs were committed to the work that was ordered to them and broke all those items that were precious to them.

Every one were present there where Yamini, Meera and Samira stood to a side together while Asha stood diagonally opposite to them. Reaching to the centre Arnav poured the kerosene swirling it around all the materials and Yamini looked at them with intense affection to the material things as if they meant to her a lot which is ofcourse true as those were the jwellery which were handed down to the new generations by their ancestors. She tried her best to stop them from doing but they were brutally thrown on the ground.

Taking out lighter from his pocket snapping it open he set it on fire and the gold pattu sarees, jwellery, photo frames began to burn and growing into flames by each passing minute. The fire burnt all their fine clothes and ancestral jwellery as Yamini looked at them in loss as tears swirled in their eyes for nth time. Those were precious items for her. The daily grand sarees she wore for high social class functions burnt with flickering sound. Her daily wear sarees which worths lakhs were being burnt as well along with their jwellery as well. Basically with the amount of things being burnt she doesn't have anything to wear for next day.

Looking up she glared at him when he sticked a cigarette  between his lips and lit it with the same lighter. Taking a whiff he released out the smoke with his head tilted a little bit up.

Dropping his head down he took an another whiff as he looked at her before blowing out the smoke.

Just a few minutes flash back reminded her  his brutality as she dropped her gaze watching them burn in the fire.

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"And you Mrs. Rathore. The honour of this home will be my personal slave from now on, servicing my special needs and comforts, in my bedroom ".

Her eyes widen as she gaped at him listening to such words which she didn't deserve.

"THE HELL YOU WON'T".

Shouted Yamini as Aasha flinched and he turned his heels looking at her amused. His coolness is angering her for every second. Him being calm with a hint of unseen smile plastered on his face irked her up. And the fact that he just spoke about the daughter in law of this house angered her more.

It is not about Yamini's courtesy for Aasha. But it is that Aasha is a daughter in law of the house she doesn't want a mark on their family, reputation. Basically Aasha was just an asset, accessory and breeder. She doesn't want the accessory of her family to have a dirty mark on her which spoils the reputation and purity of their ancestral line. They were known for being very traditional, conservative and old system. They just bought her to breed a heir and show case her as their daughter in law who had such great looks. And today a filthy man she considers him from his childhood was talking something rubbish. He is saying that he will consume her? The wife of his dear son. What belong to her son will always be his wether he is alive or dead.

"And why can't I"?

He asked as he took a little step near to her as she pointed at him as she screamed.

"Have some shame. She is someone's wife. My son's wife. Don't you even dare to touch her".

His eyes shone with mischief as he walked to her but just then a bell rang as his attention shifted to the ring.