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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"What do you mean by not holding a reception? The youngest Singhaniya son has gotten married, and there will be no reception. This is ridiculous, Vivaan."
Gayatri raged, breathing heavily. First, she was disappointed in not being able to choose a bride for her youngest grandson, and now her eldest grandson was making seemingly arbitrary decisions. Tasha was about to say something, but Vivaan held out his hand, signalling her to stop.
That was the power he wielded—everybody was bound to listen to him. "Dadi, I know it is important for the reception to happen, but Simran is just 19 years old. Introducing her to everybody will paint a target on her back."
He paused, glancing at Simran, who stood there quietly. She appeared timid and small, seemingly ready to be devoured by their enemies. Vivaan couldn't risk her life. Sighing, he sat beside Gayatri, holding her hand.
"Please, Dadi, understand the situation. She is not ready yet to be introduced to this world." Gayatri sighed and nodded slightly. "So, tell me what you want to do with her?"
Vivaan looked at Simran and then replied without making eye contact with Gayatri. "Let us move to our house, and she can get accustomed to it. Then we can hold a reception party for them."
Gayatri sighed and kept quiet for a moment. She looked at the timid Simran, who was gazing at her. Simran's innocent face was easy to read, but the fire in her eyes hinted at a different story.
"Ok... I don't think I can go against your order. Do as you wish." Saying this, Gayatri stood up and left the living room. Tasha glanced at Vivaan disapprovingly. "I should have known, Vivaan, that you never loved Aryan as your own brother. He was always the st..."
Vivek roughly held Tasha's hand, making her stop. Giving a sympathetic look to Vivaan, he pulled Tasha away with him. Simran observed Vivaan, trying to read his emotions, but he held a stoic face. His entire countenance was blank and cold.
Simran was about to say something, but Vivaan left, leaving her feeling melancholic. She sighed and looked around, feeling a sense of boredom settling in.
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"You didn't go to office Bhai?" ayansh asked as he entered the office room built in the mansion. He looked at his brother sitting with a stoic face on the table. It was as if a robot was sitting in the place. Ayansh's hands became clammy. Was he angry about what happened in the morning?
"Bhai?" ayansh again called out. Vivaan snapped his head towards ayansh. His eyes were cold and a dangerous darkness loomed in them. Ayansh flinched a bit but with much courage walked towards him. "What happened? Why did you call me here?"
"Why did I call you here?" vivaan mocked ayansh. "Are you that dense ayansh?" his voice increased at the last. Ayansh gulped. This was not his brother talking. This was The Vivaan Singhaniya talking.
