The Elite Bride ( I was enchanted to meet you, princess )

《 51. The Darkside 》

Jinpe chal ke manzil milni aasaan ho
Vaise raste tu chunta hai kahan

Kasti hai duniya kas le fikre taane
Ungli pe aakhir ginta bhi tu hai kahan

Marzi teri jee bhar le aa

Ve kamleya, mere naadaan dil
Ve kamleya, ve kamleya
Ve kamleya, mere naadaan dil
Naadaan dil

Ve Kamleya by Pritam and other artists

R A G H A V

Maybe I am not tired or done. They all think that I have reluctantly agreed to this court proceedings, but that's what I have let them think. I don't believe in law cause the system is done for. Independently, I have had a habit of doing things independently. 

That's because dependence makes you weak. And I would rather stab myself in the chest than ever be weak. Its ironic and duplicitous of me to show the world a weakness and work on crushing it in the dark; secretly. And the reasons I have mentioned are real. I don't want my family to get involved in this.  
I didn't want media to get involved they only bring drama and headaches.

So I am working on it by myself too. That's what I am doing right now, pining a picture of Rahul Khandelwal's nephew, aka, Rohan Khandelwal; who also happened to be Tanya Malhotra's only love interest. I fish out one more drawing pin from it's box and thrust it into his photograph.

I have three names on my hit list; the gardener who tried to assault Janaki; the boy whom she was interested in her high school who rejected her for not wanting to sleep with him and last but not the least Rohan Khandelwal, he holds the key to this unsolved case.

Either he raped Tanya and ran off or no one was raped and I was deliberately accused. The chances are slim for the latter because even if she wished, Tanya wouldn't have managed to pull off such a huge stunt of being a false rape victim. 

But that's least of my concerns right now. When I was driving to The Monarch, to rescue Janaki and our call ended as phone's her battery died. Those horrendous thirteen minutes in my car without hearing her voice; hell even without her breathing through the line were the worst minutes of my life. Not even in the jail, when I was ruthlessly tortured I felt so much anxiety clawing my heart. Back then I didn't feel so much anguish upon not being near someone. Hell, in the prison I wished to be alone. I wanted to be alone so no one would witness my downfall. I wished to be secluded and isolated so on one could witness the epic downfall of  'The Fallen Prince' as one of the tabloids had described me. But those insane minutes and seconds I was away from her and couldn't hear her breathing or her voice I was going berserk. And I wanted to kick myself in the balls to put her in a situation that she wanted to be away from me. Hell, she even called it messy; she called us a mess. So as soon as I reached the hotel I ran my way to the lift.

Flashback

I watched the glass lift shut. There was a woman who was almost too close to the lift and she wanted me to stop the lift for her. Even if the President or the Prime Minister wanted me to stop the lift for them, I wouldn't do that for them. My wife was in danger and she needed me the most right now and I needed the lift to reach to her.

I glanced at the display screen of the lift and found that the lift would be stopping at three floors before it finally reaches to the floor where my wife is staying. I don't care this lift will directly go to the twenty seventh floor.