His Twisted Desire

Chapter 3

THE OFFICIAL MEETING.

Riya's POV.

One hour passed. Two hours passed. I looked at the clock and then looked at the mirror, at myself, dressed in a dark blue saree, all ready to go and meet my so called future in laws. I got ready two hours ago. I have been waiting for two hours for my not-so-great cousins and aunts to get ready.

I don't get it. I am the one who is going to meet my future fiancee but they are more excited than me and dressing grander than me. Of course they would. Why wouldn't they. Mehta family is a rich family, very rich. They have more power than the khatijiths. So ,of course they would want to grab their attention, try to show them that they are equal or try to lure more of theirs daughter into their family.

I, on the other hand, want nothing to do with the Mehta's. They are selfish and sick people who only care about their power than feelings. Jai, himself was enough to prove it. I don't want that.I don't want to be married off to the house where he is. And not to mention his new fiancee ,the additional fuel to my internal fire.

A knock on my door grabbed my attention towards it. A maid entered and said "Mam, everyone is ready to leave, they are asking for you to come. "

"I will be there in a minute." I said as I got up. Here I go. Doing another useless thing my family has made me to.

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Mehta Palace.

You. Are. Not. Serious!!!

I think to myself as we reach the Mehta's palace. And guess what. It's the same house as the grandma's ,where I found Jai's photo. I cleanch my fist. Fighting my urge to shout. As we entered the house, we were greeted by the servants. Few of them recognised me but didn't show it.

We were guided to the living area, which was decorated with flowers and lightnings. Is that really necessary for a meeting like this? I guess mega rich people like them do this often. When we entered, the older woman I helped was standing with her assistant.

The older woman and my grandmother hugged each other, apparently the older woman is Mrs. Jaya Mehta. The master of this palace. She is the boss lady after all. "Kashi, it's soo good to see you after such a long time. How are you?"asked Jaya ji. "I am great, Jaya. I am soo happy you choose my granddaughter for your grandson."said Dadiji. "Ofcourse! She is a wonderful girl afterall. She won my heart at the first time we met."said Jaya ji, stirring confused glances within my family members.

"You have met her?"asked dadiji. " I did. She helped me when I needed it. She is a kind soul. I wanted her to be my grandson 's wife. And like god's grace, she is your granddaughter. I am soo happy we decided to do this."

I am not. I am not happy. I am angry. I am screaming inside. I want to scream. Why? Why?!!! Why did I help her?! If I have not helped her, I wouldn't be in this awkward situation. I didn't have to marry a jerk from this family. WHY?

"Riya, beti. "Called Jaya ji. "Yes, dadi..."I said in voice with no emotion. "It is a coincidence and a relief that you happened to my friend's granddaughter, otherwise it would have been harder to find you. I really hope you will become a part of our family. Come on in."

We came into house which was fully decorated with lights and flowers. Totally not matching my mood. When we entered, a woman in her fifties welcomed us. She was beautiful and elegant, wearing a yellow saree with her curly hair tied up in a bun and decorated with lily.