Marriage Of Revenge

divorce

Amaya jerked Riyan's hand away, adjusting her hair with style, and said, "I have no interest in becoming a good wife, but yes, right now I have definitely become a good daughter-in-law. So when my in-laws ask me how my husband came home so early, I should have an answer to give them, right, Mr. Husband..." Saying this, she smiled sweetly.

In just one week, Amaya had won over everyone in the household. She was becoming everyone's favorite, and this was enough to anger Riyan.

Gritting his teeth, Riyan said, "Then tell them I came early to give you a divorce..." His eyes stayed fixed on Amaya, staring intently. Even if he wanted, he couldn’t look away from her.

Hearing about the divorce, Amaya was shocked for a moment. It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought about divorce, but until now, she had no proof in hand, and she hadn’t taken her revenge yet.

Everything was strange. Suddenly, Riyan married Amaya, but the next day, he left for Italy. Now, after a week, he returned and wanted a divorce right away. Who knows what fate had in store for both of them or where it would take them.

Amaya composed herself and took a step closer to Riyan, saying, "I’m not interested in staying with you either. I also want a divorce as soon as possible, but..." she stopped, giving Riyan a crooked smile.

Riyan raised an eyebrow at her words and smile, asking, "But what?"

Taking another step closer, Amaya lightly trailed her finger along Riyan's cheek and said, "But our divorce will happen when I want it..." Saying this, she patted his cheek.

Riyan was taken aback by Amaya's words and actions; he hadn't expected this from her.

Just as Amaya was about to move her hand away from Riyan's cheek, Riyan placed one hand on her waist, pulling her closer to him, and with the other hand, he held her hand still on his cheek.

Tilting his face slightly, Riyan kissed her hand lightly and in a raspy voice said, "You're getting a bit too bold, Mrs. Shekhawat..." As he said this, he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her even closer.

Amaya felt something unfamiliar from Riyan's touch and closeness. Her breath grew heavier, and she was getting lost in the moment when suddenly, Vihaan came running and shouting, "Bhabhi, bhai's car is here... Ahhh, sorry, sorry, I didn't see anything, you guys continue..." Vihaan quickly turned away.

As soon as Vihaan came to the terrace, he had been talking to Amaya, but seeing Amaya and Riyan so close, the poor guy was startled and even let out a scream in shock before quickly apologizing and turning away, leaving them to continue.

Hearing Vihaan’s voice, Amaya became flustered. She tried to push Riyan away, but he held her tightly, not allowing her to move an inch away from him. Embarrassed, Amaya unintentionally buried her face into Riyan's chest.

As Amaya’s face rested against his chest, Riyan’s heart started to race. His heartbeat quickened slightly.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Riyan then reopened them and, in a stern voice, told Vihaan, "Go downstairs, I’ll be down in a bit."

For some reason, whenever Riyan and Amaya were close to each other, Vihaan always seemed to pop up.

Hearing Riyan's command, Vihaan quickly ran off. He thought his brother couldn’t wait any longer and had come straight to Amaya without meeting anyone else and was now romancing her.

Meanwhile, in the mansion’s hall...

All the family members were sitting and chatting. Approova, who was wearing black trousers and a blue T-shirt with her hair tied up in a bun, asked excitedly while eating ice cream, "Mom, when will we do the jewelry ritual for bhabhi?"

Surekha, who was wearing a beautiful blue sari, replied softly, "We’ll do it when Riyan will be here."

Surekha had accepted Amaya. Their relationship was improving, though it seemed it would take a bit more time.

Parkesh, who was on the phone, ended the call and asked Surekha, "Did Amaya take her medicine today? Or did she forget again?"

Vanya, who was also eating ice cream, quickly replied, "Yes, bade papa, I gave Amm... Amaya her medicine." She smiled slightly, but her heart ached that she couldn’t call Amaya “Ammu” because Amaya had asked her not to.

Hearing this, Parkesh nodded and asked again, "Did anyone speak to Riyan? When is he coming?"

"Brother's already here," Vihaan said as he came downstairs.

Everyone looked at him, thinking he was joking as usual. Surekha said, "vihuu, no jokes right now..."

Vihaan, who only Surekha called by that name, pouted like a child and said, "Mom, you never believe me! I'm telling the truth. Bhai is here, his car is parked outside, and I just met him."

Hearing this, Approova quickly ran outside to check if Riyan's car was indeed there. Seeing the car, she came back inside excitedly and said, "Brother's car really is outside!"

Everyone was shocked because this was the first time Riyan had come home early. Usually, he was always late when he was supposed to return.

A delighted Surekha asked Vihaan, "Where is Riyan? Why hasn’t he met us yet?"

Vihaan interrupted, saying, "Oh, Mom, brother is in his room, changing. He’ll be down soon. Why don’t you get dinner ready? Brother must be hungry."

Meanwhile, in Riyan and Amaya's room...

Riyan stood in the middle of the room, hands on his waist, looking around, his lovely room. Amaya, on the other hand, was looking around nervously, avoiding eye contact with him.

Riyan glanced at Amaya, then at the room, and taking a deep breath, he asked, "And what is all this, Mrs. Shekhawat?"

Amaya jumped at his words and replied, "Oh, right, Mrs. Shekhawat. That means I have an equal right to this room, so... so I made a few changes according to my taste..." Saying this, she grabbed one of her ears playfully and avoided looking at Riyan.

Riyan took a step toward her, and Amaya quickly stepped back.

Glaring at her, Riyan said, "Changes? You didn’t change the room; you’ve destroyed it..." He gestured toward the entire room with his hand.

Amaya glanced around the room again, then hung her head in embarrassment. She looked like a little kid caught in a mistake, standing there waiting for punishment.

In reality, Amaya had made a mess of the room while getting ready in the morning. Clothes were scattered everywhere, the bedsheet was hanging off the bed, and pillows were lying around the room as if a storm had passed through.

Riyan controlled his irritation and muttered to himself, "Control, Riyan. In everyone’s eyes, you're a gentleman. Stay in character..." He then glanced at Amaya.

Seeing her standing with her head down, Riyan’s lips unknowingly curved into a small smile.

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To know what happens next, keep reading Marriage of Revenge.

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