Rumani: A Fairytale Desire

Prologue

°• S h r i y a n × R u a n s h i •°

"How can you even think of doing this to me? You-"

A girl shouts, with her eyes blazing fire seeing the man, who sat there unaffected, as if her voice didn't fell into his ears.

"Shhh..don't stress yourself. I want my wife to look happy and pretty in our wedding album." He says nonchalantly, interruping her.

Happy? In the circumstances he created for her? Probably, along with her words, his mind failed to register his own deeds also.

"I. Am. Not. Your. Wife. Neither I will marry you." She stresses on her words and reminds him of the fact, making him fist his hands.

"Why are you hell bent on making things hard for yourself, baby? And, I told you, pandit ji is on the way. We. Will. Get. Marriage. Today." He declares to her, looking dead in the eyes. Getting up from the sofa, he takes predatory steps towards her, resulting in her moving back.

"Why are you doing this?" She despised the vulnerability that was taking over her. She was done fighting. With herself, with him and her life.

"There is nothing wrong in this. You are already my wife in the eyes of the world. Now, it's time to establish that relationship within the four walls of our room also, Mrs. Ruanshi Shriyan Raichand."

His hands softly grazes her cheeks, wiping her tears, as he answeres her question. A knock on the door brings her back to the reality and he walks away after excusing himself, leaving her alone.

"I hate you. I hate myself for ever trusting you. I hate you so much."

Her yelling voice resonates in the empty silent surroundings and she falls down on her knees, knowing there was no way to get out of his clutches.

°• Y a k s h i t × K i m a a y r a •°

"I want to talk to you." Entering his room, he tells the girl, who was sitting comfortably on his bed and taking a selfie.

It was time to clear everything to her, better than to hurt her later. His inner voice had again guided him.

"My ears are open." She signals him with her hand to continue, while making another pose.

"It's important." Taking a deep breath, he tries once more to get her attention.

Important?

More than her bridal lehenga and snapchat streak? Never.

However, deciding to feed him some respect on their wedding night, she gets up from the bed and walks towards him.

"Speak."

"I know, you also didn't want this but our marriage-" He starts in his usual cold tone, only to get interrupted by her.

"Pyaar se bolo warna paani phek dungi muh par."

(Talk to me politely or else I will throw water on your face.)

He makes a disgusting face at her mannerism. His tolerance was ending with her mere presence and she was here testing his patience also. Taking a step closer to her, he points his index finger towards her.

"Look, Kimaayra, I am clearing this to you for once and all that our relationship means nothing more than a compromise to me. So, you better not expect anything from me."

One minute passes.. two.. three.. The quietness from the other side, leaves Yakshit in anticipation. She was staring at him with an unreadable expression.

"Yeh wala haath aise peeche karna tha, gusse se dekhna tha aur thode emotions bhi hone chahiye the."

(You had to pull my hand against my back, look angry and add some more emotions.)

This is how it happens in the books she read. But, the man standing next to her could not even create a basic intense moment? How will she make him fall for her later? It was all she could think in that scenario, ignoring the other person, who was still in shock after listening to her.

"You are impossible." He raises his voice and exits the room immediately, not wanting to deal with her anymore.

"Arey, mera dialogue bhi toh sun ke jao."

(Hey, listen to my dialogue also before going.)

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That's it for the prologue.

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