~ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ~

Chapter 32

Shejal's POV:

"Aunty, what the hell is this? You promised me that Rishabh would only marry me, so how can this middle-class girl Riya be here?" I said, frustration and anger reaching its peak because I've always hated her.

"Look, Shejal, I didn't break my promise. Riya is just a fake wife of Rishabh. I promised that Rishabh would marry my choice, either you or Monika. Monika was perfect, but the problem is she's going back to Turkey, and this time, she's going forever with her family," Aunty said.

"Oh wow, so you invited me here because Monika isn't going to marry your  that fucking playboy son, right?" I said angrily.

"Shejal, be in your limit. He is my son," she said.

"Yeah, that's why he's just like you—selfish, a playboy, and heartless!" I shouted and stormed out of the room. What the hell do they all think of themselves? They don't know who I am. I am Shejal, Shejal Oberoi. Shejal, meaning pure water, but sometimes even pure water gets dirty.

Pratha's POV:
Oh God, I'm so happy! I'm going to marry him, Garv, no, he's my Garv. I'm going to own you, Garv. But why the hell isn't he picking up my call? Is the proposal from him or someone else? No, no, think positive, dumb girl. He's the one from Banaras. Yeah, I'm overthinking it. The proposal is from Garv. Yeah, that's it.

Riya's POV:
I was sitting on the couch, watching Rishabh move around the room.

"Rishabh, I..." I started to say, but he interrupted me once again.

"I think she's here because she's planning something," he said.

"Rishabh, listen to me," I pleaded.

"Then say something! You're just sitting there," he retorted.

"Hey, baby," I heard Shejal's voice. She entered the room and sat beside me.

"Oh, Riya, you're still the same in personality, face, and, yeah, mainly your height. You haven't grown even a little... unlike Rishabh," she remarked. Honestly, I don't give a fuck about her words, but why does she always bring up Rishabh? She was his ex, and she needed to move on.

"You know what, Shejal, if you ran like your mouth, you'd be in good shape," I retorted, and Rishabh burst into laughter.

"Ah, so I thought you were a good girl, but nope, I was wrong," she replied.

"As always," I added.

Shejal seemed taken aback, asking, "What... you mean I'm always wrong, huh?"

I responded, "Yupp, you are, Shejal." Shejal, clearly upset, accused me of body shaming and questioned my claim of being a strong woman.

"No, I'm not body shaming," I said, trying to hide my anger as I looked into her eyes.

"No, you did! You called me chubby," she said, placing her left hand on her heart.

"No, I didn't call you chubby because chubby girls are cute, not chudail Shejal," I replied, emphasizing my point.

"Oh my god, did she just call me a 'chudail', huh? See, baby," she said, once again referring to Rishabh as 'baby'. My anger and jealousy reached its peak.

"Ha ha, akhir Mummy lagti ho na inki tum , sasu maa ne toh bss janam diya tha isne," I replied, gripping Rishabh's hand tightly as I walked out of the room.

"Jealous, huh?" he said with a smirk. "Yes, I am, and I can be angry too, but not at you, Mr. Rival," I said, my voice filled with a mix of frustration and vulnerability.

His words lingered in the air, insinuating that men become violent in jealousy, but I knew that as a woman, I handled it differently.

Feeling the weight of my emotions, I wrapped my arms around him in a tight embrace, seeking solace in his presence.

"I may not be your real wife yet, but I can be in the future," I whispered, my voice filled with hope and longing. In that moment, he kissed my forehead, his touch conveying a promise of a future together.

"Yes, my love, very soon," he reassured me, his words igniting a spark of anticipation within my heart.

Pratha's POV:
it's nighttime, and he still hasn't answered my call. Maybe he's busy, but at night? Don't doubt him, Pratha. He's a good guy. I thought to myself, and then my eyes landed on a paper under my pillow. I picked it up and realized it was a letter, not just a piece of paper. The letter was addressed to "Jaan," and I immediately knew it was from Garv. He explained that I shouldn't call him until he calls me, but assured me that he will come back because he belongs to me. He also told me not to bite my lips, as it's his duty, not mine. He ordered me to wait for him and not ruin my health. Reading the letter made me blush. It was like a dream come true. Avni started murmuring in her sleep, so I lowered my voice and turned off the lamp. I lay on my bed, closed my eyes, and the memory of our kiss played in my mind. I was about to bite my lip, but then I remembered his words and stopped.

Shejal's POV:
I tried calling Monika for the sixth time, and finally, she picked up.

"Hey Mona," I said.

"Oh, Shez, you finally called me. You know, I'm going..." she started, but I interrupted her.

"Hey, look, I know everything about you going to Turkey and all," I said.

"Oh, so why did you call me, huh? I know you only call me when you need something," she replied.

"Listen, this time I want to tell you something about that girl, Riya," I said.

"Oh, then go ahead," she said.

"Look, I recorded Rish and Riya's conversation on my phone, and tomorrow morning, I'm going to show it to Nani," I explained.

"But what kind of video is it, huh?" she asked, laughing.

"No, not that kind! I mean, I recorded them talking about their fake marriage. So when I show it to Nani, she'll get angry and kick Riya out of the mansion," I clarified.

"Wow, great idea, bro," she exclaimed.

"Yeah, thanks," I replied.

"So, who invited you here, huh?" she asked.

"He invited me here," I replied.

"Wow, really? So that means this time Riya is really going to be kicked out of the house. Poor Rishabh," she laughed.

"Listen, if you're going back, please don't come back. Because if I find out that you're coming back, trust me, you won't know what I'll do to you," I warned, laughing.

"Are you joking?" she asked.

"Maybe, maybe not. Just try not to come back because if you do, I'm sure our secrets will be revealed," I teased.

Author's POV:
Time is going to leap, my dear, and you'll have to wait for Garv's point of view because a really amazing twist is coming up in the upcoming chapters. I'm just as excited as you are!

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