Marriage Of Revenge

face to face fight

Arshad, raising an eyebrow in confusion, said, "Who is this person sending you a Happy Returns letter after burning your project?" Riyan was thinking the same thing. The three of them had realized that the person who set the fire was the one who sent the letter.

The next morning

Amaya woke up early, in a great mood. She hummed a song while fixing her hair, "Dil ki jo baatein hai, baatein jo dil ki hai, dil hi mein rakha piya..."

She looked at herself one last time in the mirror. She wore a black short top with brown pants, her long hair tied in a braid. Amaya looked very cute and classy. She blew a flying kiss to herself in the mirror and began humming as she headed downstairs.

After a long time, Amaya had had a good night's sleep, which made her even happier. But the opposite was true for Riyan. He hadn't slept all night, and neither had Arshad or Neel.

Riyan, Arshad, and Neel were heading toward the Shekhawat mansion. Arshad and Neel's clothes were slightly messed up, their hair disheveled, and their eyes barely open. They hadn't slept in three nights. In contrast, Riyan's only issue was his messy hair, but otherwise, he seemed fine.

Arshad hit Neel on the head and said, "You're losing your mind." Neel rolled his eyes and replied, "It's the effect of your company." Arshad blinked, unable to think of a comeback. Meanwhile, Riyan was on the phone, saying, "It has to happen exactly as I said..." and hung up.

Amaya was singing as she came down the stairs, "Raat badhti jo jaye, haath kya kya tatole, jhoot bole zubaan bhi, dharm imaan dole haaye tu jo dariya mein utre saara paa..." Her singing stopped abruptly as if her throat had dried up, and no sound could come out. Her eyes were fixed on something ahead, and it was as if the ground had slipped from under her feet. She was frozen in place, as though her heart had stopped for a second.

In front of her, in the hall below, stood Arshad, Neel, and Riyan. Amaya's gaze was fixed on Neel. His condition was a bit rough, but he still looked quite handsome. What Amaya had feared was happening-it was exactly what she didn't want. Neel, Riyan's friend, was indeed the same Neel.

"Finally, bro, you're here..." Vihaan's voice suddenly echoed through the hall. Hearing his voice snapped Amaya back to reality. She blinked twice as if trying to confirm whether it was real or just an illusion.

But it was real. As soon as she realized it, her eyes, which had held happiness after so long, filled with tears. It felt like someone had gripped her heart tightly. She heard echoes of past conversations in her head as she looked at Neel, who was joking with Arshad:

"I don't hate you. Actually, I can never hate you..."
"Hahaha, Neel Ahuja, you've lost in such a beautiful way..."
"No, Ammu, don't do this..."
"Ammu, you are my life..."
"Excuse me, Mr. Neil Ahuja, you love me the most, so now you'll have to listen to me and agree with everything I say. You have no other option..."

These old memories echoed in Amaya's mind as her heart began to break once again. But how strange is the heart-it wants to go to the very person who broke it. Her heart ached, yet it wanted to run to Neel, to hold him and cry. But something held her back.

Amaya looked at Neel one last time. Just then, Neel, laughing at something, turned and saw Amaya, his laughter stopping abruptly. His eyes met hers, and his heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly, Arshad grabbed Neel and turned him around, so his back was to Amaya.
Neel's attention wasn't on Arshad or Vihaan anymore; he didn't even hear what they were saying. He turned back to look at Amaya, but she was gone. Not seeing her, Neel felt a strange fear rise in his heart.

Riyan noticed Neel's expression and placed a hand on his shoulder, asking in confusion, "What happened?" Neel snapped out of it and looked at Riyan, who asked again, "What's wrong, Neel? Are you okay?" His voice was full of concern.

Neel nodded slightly and replied, "Y-yeah, I'm fine, just... just seeing things." His throat tightened as he spoke.

Riyan understood who Neel was thinking about. He patted Neel's shoulder and said, "Go get some rest."

Neel nodded and headed to his room. As Neel left, Arshad, who was talking to Vihaan, also said, "Go, Vihaan, have breakfast and head to college." He, too, went to his room.

Riyan went to his room as well. He headed straight for the bathroom and took a shower. Wearing only a pair of lower pants, Riyan came out of the bathroom, his broad shoulders, muscular body, and abs exposed, looking quite hot.

Drying his hair with a towel, Riyan walked toward the walking wardrobe, but when he tried to open the door, he found it locked from the inside-Amaya was in the wardrobe. Knocking, he said in a firm voice, "Mrs. Shekhawat, if you're done, please open the door."

After a moment, the door opened. Amaya kept her head down and was about to walk past Riyan when he grabbed her arm and said, "Tonight... Wow, who gets the honor of putting you in this condition?" He looked at her face as he asked.

Amaya stopped at his touch, and as she raised her head, Riyan noticed her red, tear-filled eyes and asked about her condition.

Amaya turned her gaze away, pulled her arm free, and said in a harsh voice, "None of your business..." She tried to leave, but Riyan grabbed her again and pulled her back, causing her to face him.

Amaya, filled with anger, glared at Riyan and, with hatred in her voice, said, "Let go of me and go check on your burnt project. You wouldn't want another one to catch fire while you're busy holding my hand, right?" She freed her hand from his grip.

Hearing her words, Riyan's eyes darkened, and his face became stern. Seeing him like this made Amaya momentarily afraid, but she composed herself, gave a small smirk, and patted his cheek, saying, "You know, everyone's seen the news. You've made quite a few enemies. Instead of wasting your time on me, you should focus on your work." She walked away, a mocking smile on her face, which only fueled Riyan's anger. He clenched his fist, realizing that Amaya was behind the fire in his project.

As she walked away, Riyan called after her, "Oh-ho, looks like the princess has grown wings." His tone was mocking, as if he was making fun of her.

Hearing Riyan's words, Amaya's steps halted. The note that had come with the parcel flashed in her mind. It had said, "The princess has grown up..." and had included a family photo of her when she was about 15 or 16 years old.

Realizing this, Amaya immediately understood that Riyan had sent her the parcel. He knew her true identity, her real story, everything.

She turned to look at Riyan, who wore a sinister smile. Their eyes met. Both had uncovered each other's truth, but neither had the proof to confirm it.

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To find out what happens next, keep reading Marriage of Revenge.

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