Rathore's Vengeance

Four

Misha woke up and glanced around the unfamiliar room, her new reality settling in. She was married now, in her husband's room, a place that still felt foreign to her. She couldn't recall when she had finally drifted off to sleep the previous night, her tears eventually lulling her into a restless slumber. Crying wasn't something she usually allowed herself, but the weight of her future the life she had envisioned-pressed heavily on her heart.

Pushing the thoughts aside, Misha rose from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, she dressed and stood before the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with weary eyes. Today was important had to perform the cooking ritual, a tradition in her new home. With a deep sigh, she steeled herself for the day ahead, her determination to fulfil her duties overpowering the ache inside her.

As she glanced around the room one last time, it became clear that her husband had not returned. The emptiness of the space echoed her feelings, but she didn't dwell on it. With a final breath, Misha stepped out of the room, ready to face whatever awaited her downstairs.

Misha descended to the hall and entered the kitchen, where the workers had already prepared everything. She began cooking for the day, her hands working methodically but her mind preoccupied with worry.

When everyone gathered at the dining table for breakfast, Misha served the meal with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The silence as they ate made her heart race. She glanced around, wondering if the food was to their liking. Her father-in-law, Hrudhay, sat at the head of the table with his usually serious demeanour, making Misha even more apprehensive.

As the breakfast concluded, Hrudhay looked at her with a hint of warmth that was rare. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a carefully wrapped gift. With a small, reassuring smile, he said,

"Beta, this is for you," his tone gentle and filled with care. He handed her the gift and gave her a blessing before walking away.

Misha opened the gift to find a beautifully customized diamond necklace, a few pieces of paper, and a richly designed saree along with other essentials. The opulence of the gift overwhelmed her, and she felt a deep sense of gratitude.

Aavyan, with an excited grin, turned to Misha.
"Bhabhi, the food was excellent. I'd love to have homemade food from now on." His genuine enthusiasm was a comfort. Misha returned his smile, feeling a sense of belonging, despite her husband's aloofness.

Aavyan then presented another gift to Misha, a personalized jewellery box adorned with stones. Misha took it with a nod of thanks, touched by his thoughtfulness.

Ekansh, too, showed his respect. "Bhabhi, the food was great. I appreciate it." He handed her a sleek, luxurious designer watch. Misha admired the craftsmanship and praised the choice. Ekansh acknowledged her compliment with a nod.

Finally, Aavyan mentioned a gift from Arnav.
"Bhabhi this is from Our Arnav Bhai"
He handed Misha another box, and she opened it to find an exquisite collection of rubies, designed into a stunning necklace. The sheer value of the gifts left her in awe. She smiled, overwhelmed by the generosity.

As Aavyan and Ekansh left for the office after their warm wishes, Misha took the gifts to her room. Placing them carefully in her closet, she marvelled at their worth. The luxury of her new family's gifts made her feel incredibly wealthy. She sighed, realizing that her new life was indeed surrounded by opulence.

Arnav glanced up from the file he was reading as his brother, Ekansh, entered the room. Arnav, who was seated in a wheelchair due to an accident two years ago, sighed and set the file aside, turning his attention to Ekansh.