"Remember, you were the one who called this marriage a hoax, so you have no business poking your nose in my matters. I am holding up my side of the contract, I expect you to do the same", she says conscious of his hands on her waist as he presses he...
A/N: This chapter contains mature scenes. Read at your own risk (who am I kidding, lol). Missing them won't affect the plot of the story. I will put a warning (🖤🖤) at the start and end of the scene.
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"Divorce Rivaah," Abhay Rajawat throws the command at me, his cup of coffee untouched on the table, the steam rising and curling around, a rope I will gladly tighten around his neck. Sitting in a five star restaurant with me should be an esteem issue for him. For aeons, the Rajawats and Raichands haven't gotten along, its a public secret that we desperately try to hide in all the paparazzi filled social events. Backhanded compliments from backstabbing people, that's all there is to it. So I am definitely not surprised when my father in law sits across from me ordering me to divorce his daughter, a prestige issue. When Krupa Rajawat divorced her fifty seven year old husband in a case of domestic violence and changed her name to Krupa Tharana, I was twenty one and her daughter, twenty. Rivaah Rajawat or now Rivaah Raichand, declared it the best time to announce our intentions to marry, because she was well aware her mother wouldn't refuse a chance to spite her ex husband. And what better way to spite Abhay Rajawat than marry his daughter to the enemy's son.
"Aren't you old enough to stop these games, Mr Rajawat?", I ask as the old man leans forward to take a sip from his cup.
"You think I am joking boy? This is an order or a threat or whatever you take it as. Divorce Rivaah", the man says. Sometimes I wonder how he birthed a girl like Rivaah but this doesn't seem like the right time to question my wife's parentage.
"If I don't?", I tilt my head to the side, he knows it as well as me that he can't do shit to me. Abhay Rajawat might play his games dirty but I play them dirtier.
"Of course boy, I am no fool to touch your empire but that doesn't mean I can't destroy my daughters life if that is what it takes to keep you out of it", the tables turn as anger clouds my senses.
"You won't dare hurt Rivaah", my voice takes a dangerous undertone.
"Then how about I hurt your mother. Trap her little business in a tax case, perhaps? You know it would ruin her if her husband's little death gift is destroyed, don't you? Oh you poor little Raichands", the man smiles his dirty teeth that I so want to punch, on display. My fists clench.
"I cannot divorce Rivaah, I will do anything else for you"
"What else do I need from a scumbag like you", the man laughs mockery dripping from his words, "You will get the fuck out of her life. I can't have Raichand blood polluting my lineage"
"I am afraid that has already happened, Mr Rajwat", I smirk.
."I don't consider Ira my grand daughter. Take her away with you. I don't want either of you in my daughter's life",
