Forcibly Yours

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At the Goyal mansion,
the atmosphere was tense.

Ruhanika was upset and angry with her family.
How could they force her into marriage without asking her first?

It wasn't that she didn't want to get married—she knew it was something she would have to do one day, and she did want her future husband to be chosen by her family.

But they couldn't force her. She was at the peak of her career, and she wanted to focus solely on that.

On the other hand, Ishan was getting frustrated. He was angry because of their parents, and his sister was upset with him as well. He went to their room, his heart aching for Ruhanika

“Dad, how could you do that?” Ishan exclaimed, his voice trembling with emotion. “You know she doesn’t want to get married right now, and you saw how they both treat each other.

What's the need to force this marriage? She wants to focus on her career, so why are you doing this?”

He spoke forcefully, struggling to control his anger.

Narendra ji responded, “Ishan, we are doing what needs to be done.

It’s for Ruhanika’s betterment. We are her parents, and we would never think badly for her.”

“But Dad, it's hurting her. She’s in pain—why can't you see that?”

Ishan said, his eyes moistening as he recalled hearing Ruhanika sobbing in her room a while ago.

He couldn’t bear to see his sister cry. “She’s my sister. I can’t stand to see her this way.”

Sunamika ji added, her voice shaking, “Ishan, we know you love her and care for her, but it's necessary. We can’t do anything about it; it was decided years ago.”

Confused, Ishan asked, “What do you mean by that?”

Sunamika ji broke down in tears and revealed everything to him.

With a heavy thud, Ishan collapsed onto the bed, burying his face in his palms, his eyes bloodshot with a mix of anger and sorrow.

Narendra ji approached, wrapping his arms around Ishan in a comforting embrace. “,Beta please,” he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion.

“Do as we ask. It's for everyone's good, I promise. Please, help Ruhanika understand. We can't delay this any longer. She needs to be ready for this marriage.”

Ishan lifted his head, his voice breaking. “But Dad, how can I ask her to do something that’s breaking her heart? She’s my sister. I’ve always protected her. How can I betray her like this?”

Narendra ji tightened his embrace, his own eyes glistening with tears. “Ishan, sometimes we have to make hard choices for the ones we love. Trust us, we’re doing what we believe is best for Ruhanika.”

Ishan nodded his head and left from there, after calming himself, he went to Ruhanika's room.

Ruhanika was writing something in her diary. Ishan knew that Ruhanika turned to her diary whenever she felt lost, whenever she had no hope.