Rathore's Vengeance

Three

The Marriage day arrived

Abhimanyu looked at his brother, took his dress, and went to get ready for his marriage. He just came from the office after some time. He returned wearing his marriage dress without any emotion, and his brother looked at him with a smile and he went towards Mantap.

Abhimanyu looked towards the entrance when the bride was called, but he soon looked away with an emotionless face. He felt that girl coming and sitting beside him, and the priest told him every ritual.

The priest told Abhimanyu to tie the mangalsutra around the girl's neck, and Abhimanyu sighed before tying and putting vermilion on her forehead. At least he was interested, and all the rituals went well.

Misha Mehta came and sat beside her going to be husband on Mantap, who she hadn't even met. Everything went so fast that she didn't get a chance to meet him. Her parents fixed her marriage, and she can't disagree with them. She respects them a lot. They look after her like a precious thing. She was born into a wealthy family, but her parents taught her to be kind to everyone. She looks after her father's business. She is the CEO of her father's company.

Misha Mehta doesn't want to get married just for her parents. She agreed to this marriage. Misha has hope in this marriage. She wants to work on this marriage. She has many hopes for this marriage. She believes her husband is going to support her. Misha thinks her husband is going to look after her just like her parents, so she doesn't need to be feared for anything.

Misha looked at her husband, who tied a mangalsutra around her neck for a minute. She got lost in his eyes. He was so handsome, she thought, and her husband put vermilion on her forehead, and she looked at her parents, who had tears in their eyes and smiled at her.

Misha and Abhimanyu took the elders' blessings, and everyone blessed them with wishes.

Vidhi time and Misha's eyes filled with tears seeing her parents. Misha hugged her father and cried and Abhimanyu felt a little uneasy but shrugged off.

"Beta, don't cry. We will come anytime when we want to see you", Misha's mother, Gayathri said, and Misha hugged her mother.
"Beta, don't cry; you also can visit our house whenever you want; it's near", Misha's father Rajeev said, carrying his daughter's head. Misha looked at both her parents, and her father wiped her tears, and her mother kissed her forehead. Rajeev took Misha's hand and went towards Abhimanyu and put her hand in his hand making him confused at this.

"Beta Abhimanyu, our daughter, is so precious to us. She is our life. Look after her", Gayathri said to Abhimanyu with tenderness.

"Beta Abhimanyu, we never let our Daughter's eyes get tears. You also look after her just like that" Rajveer said with a smile towards Abhimanyu.
"If you dare to make her cry then don't think I will let you, I will take anyone's life for my daughter so be careful," Rajveer said calmly Abhimanyu liked his care for his daughter every father is like this, he appreciates him, but he couldn't say he will keep his daughter happy he doesn't want to lie

Abhimanyu's thoughts were interrupted when Gayathri hit Rajveer's arm with a glare for his threat to his son-in-law, and Rajveer laughed, including everyone.

Abhimanyu looked at his car and sat inside it, and Misha looked at her parents and hugged them last. She sat inside the car, and the car started to go.
Misha cried silently inside the car, and Abhimanyu sat, not caring about her. He was busy thinking about his work.

Abhimanyu and Misha reached the Rathore mansion, got out of the car, and stood in front of the entrance. And they got welcomed by Arthi and all
Bhai and Bhabhi get inside, Aavyan said with a charming smile, and they both got inside.

Misha got inside Abhimanyu's room. Her heartbeats were so fast, but she calmed herself and sat on the bed with a sigh. She was tired of all these rituals.

Abhimanyu entered his room with an angry look, went towards the closet, took his dress, and went inside the bathroom, not even glancing at Misha.

Misha, who looked at all this, felt uneasy but thought maybe he was tired and sat there waiting for him.

Abhimanyu walked out of the bathroom, the lingering steam from his shower still clinging to the cool air of the room. As he moved toward his bed, he noticed Misha, his new wife, standing awkwardly near the edge. The reality of their marriage momentarily slipped his mind, and a surge of irritation rippled through him at the thought of her presence in his space.

"I don't like anything being changed in my room," Abhimanyu stated, his voice as cold as his gaze. Misha visibly tensed, her lips parting as if to respond, but Abhimanyu didn't give her the chance.

"Let's be clear," he continued, his tone void of any warmth, "I had nothing to do with this marriage." His words were like ice, and Misha frowned, the hope she carried beginning to wither.

"I only married you for the sake of my business," Abhimanyu pressed on, his voice laced with warning. "So, stay out of my life."

Misha felt as though the ground beneath her was crumbling. Her heart sank, but Abhimanyu was far from finished. "I don't appreciate anyone interfering in my affairs. This marriage is nothing more than a business to me. Don't expect anything else from it-I despise this situation." His expression remained stony, his eyes betraying no hint of emotion.

"You are my wife for appearances only. When the time is right, we’ll go our separate ways. Understood?" His voice was harsh, his words dripping with disdain. Misha stood there, frozen, as if turned to stone by the sheer force of his rejection.

"We are married now," Misha finally managed to say, her voice soft and hesitant. "We could work it out together. Our elders have hopes for us; we shouldn’t disappoint them." She looked down, trying to convey her willingness to make the marriage work, hoping he would understand that it was more than just a business deal.

"That's your problem, not mine," Abhimanyu snapped, his glare cutting through her like a blade.

Without another word, he sighed, exasperation evident in his posture, and walked out of the room, unable to tolerate her presence any longer.

As the door closed behind him, Misha stood there, her world in tatters. The dreams she had for their marriage, the hopes she cherished, had been shattered in mere moments. Abhimanyu's words echoed in her mind, each one a cruel reminder of the reality she now faced. She had envisioned a beautiful union, but all that remained were the jagged pieces of a broken dream, leaving her adrift in a sea of pain.

Misha looked at the closed door and sat on the bed with tears flowing down her cheeks. The shattered hopes were flowing tears. It was too much pain for her to accept. The last left hope of her is the pain.