Mumbai
10:00 am
Atharv Shekhawat who was sitting comfortable at a couch gestured the girl who was in front of him to look towards the wall clock in front of them.
The brown pair of orbs in front of her was enough to captitate anyone but not her. Atharv said, " Miss Kritika , you have two choices now, either marry me right now or witness your family burning alive in your home , the same way you lit my pent house to fire last night. I need my answer within five minutes ".
Kritika who was standing right in front of him took a deep breath for while and said, " I am ready to marry you. But remember one thing Mr. Shekhawat. This will turn out to be the worst deal of your life and you will lose your life in it. Either my family will kill you for marrying me as we are Rivals or may be someday I will poison you myself ".
Atharv stood up from the couch and traced his face from forehead to jaw and said , " I love playing with danger. It feels like an adventure to me and I think you will turn out to be my favourite danger ".
Kritika said, " Now please turn off the bomb timer. I am willingly ready to marry you ". Atharv made a call and said , " Bomb blast ka plan cancel kar do ". With a evil smirk on his face, he cut off the call and said to his bestfriend, Samarth to make arrangements for the wedding now.
With in an hour, the arrangements were done. Kritika was made to wear an saree while Atharv also changed into a new pair of clothes making them look like an actual bride and groom.
Time skips.......
Now both of them were sitting at the mandap while the priest was chanting the mantras for accomplishment of rituals. Garlands were made to wear which not only bounded them not only to each other but to many uncertain dangers.
Vows were taken to destroy each other. The flames which should be the evidence of their martial union was the mirror to future because this forbidden alliance will bring everything to ashes now.
The nuptial chains around her neck provided satisfaction to his soul as it made her bound to his control now. But the vermillion in her hairline was the representation of the end everything wrapped up in this single union.
After completion of all the mandatory rituals, priest declared them as husband and wife.In the presence of priest and Samarth that's how both of them get married in a low key manner.
Atharv leaned towards Kritika and whispered in her ears, " Welcome to the hell darling ". Kritika spoke with a smirk on her face, " I will make sure that even you turn into ashes in this marriage".
A news spread in the city like fire is spread in forest which was , " Kritika Chauhan and Atharv Shekhawat got married in a private wedding ceremony. Report says both of them belong to families which are political rivals to each other ".
Time skips.......
They were now standing at the entrance of Atharv's home. While his family was standing there with a shocked expressions over their face. Atharv gestured Kritika to enter inside the home.
But a voice stopped her, before she could step inside. A voice stopped her, it was from Abhinav Shekhawat , Atharv's father. He said, " This girl has no right to enter here. We will never allow her to be a part of this family. She belongs to our rivals".
Atharv replied, " Being my wife, she have right over every corner of this house and she will enter this home rightfully ". Riddhima ,Atharv's mother intervened their conversation and said , " You should behave while talking to your father ".
