His Vengeance Wife

chapter 19

In the USA,
A girl in her twenties swayed her body to the rhythm of the music. She walked to the bar counter, enjoying the beats, and picked up a glass of expensive red wine. Raising it in the air with a wide smile, she announced,
“Cheers! Party from my side, guys. ENJOY!”

The crowd roared in excitement, cheering for her. She gulped down the wine in one go, her grip on the glass loosening as if it was worthless. The shattering of the glass as it hit the floor couldn’t be heard over the booming music.

“Damn, she’s something, bro. I need her. What say, boys?” a blond-haired guy muttered to his friends near the bar counter, his eyes fixed on her.

“Let’s get her tonight. Now I want her in my bed, too,” another one replied, taking a puff from his cigarette.

The three of them smirked, their eyes shamelessly following her every move, scanning her from head to toe. When she excused herself from the crowd and made her way to the washroom, they decided to follow her.

Inside the washroom, she was washing her hands when she felt their presence behind her. Lifting her eyes to the mirror, she saw the reflections of three boys standing there. Raising an eyebrow in question, she turned around.

The blond guy stepped forward and said seductively, “Just wanna spend one night with you, babe.”

She chuckled softly and muttered to herself, “Saale sudhrenge nahi.”
("These idiots will never change.")

Walking toward them, she said in a cold tone, “Move.”

“Why so hurry, babe?” the second guy asked, smirking.

She tried to control her temper, but the third boy suddenly came up from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her fists clenched tightly, her veins standing out as she tried to hold herself back.

“F*** off,” she snapped, slamming her elbow into the third guy’s face. He groaned, his grip loosening as he stumbled back.

She turned to the two in front of her and knocked them down with swift punches, making them fall to the ground. The blond guy, furious, pulled out a knife from his pocket.

Before he could even react, she pulled out a gun and shot him in the arm. He cried out in pain, the knife falling from his hand. The other two froze in fear and tried to run toward the door, but she aimed at their legs and fired. Both fell, clutching their wounds.

Rubbing the tip of her gun against her forehead, she sighed, “Yaar, I hate violence. Kitni koshish karti hoon ki isse dur rahoon, lekin tum jaison ki wajah se violence mere peecha hi nahi chhodta. Jise peecha karna chahiye, woh toh karta nahi,” she muttered, clearly frustrated.
("Man, I hate violence. I try so hard to stay away from it, but because of people like you, violence never leaves me alone. The one who should actually be following me, doesn’t.")

Her smirk returned as she looked at the trembling boys. “Okay, now say bye to each other.”

The boys begged for mercy, but she didn’t care. She killed them mercilessly and pulled out her phone.

Moments later, two bodyguards entered the washroom. Their expressions didn’t change as they looked at the lifeless bodies, knowing exactly what had happened.

“Max, clean this mess,” she said, her focus on her phone.

“Yes, ma’am,” Max replied instantly.

She walked out of the club and got into her car. Just as she was about to start the engine, her phone rang. Glancing at the screen, she answered it with a bored expression.

“Tamira?”

“Yes,” she replied, irritation clear in her voice.

“You’re coming back to India. Tere Romeo ke baare mein information mili hai.”
("We’ve got some information about your Romeo.")
A smirk spread across her face as she leaned back in her seat.
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In India…
Bakshi House buzzed with excitement as the golden rays of the late afternoon sun bathed the garden in a warm glow. The air was heavy with the fragrance of jasmine and roses, which adorned the beautifully decorated garden.

Advika stepped forward, looking radiant in a magenta lehenga with intricate gold embroidery. The lehenga sparkled under the fairy lights, and the mehndi on her hands gleamed in the soft glow. Her eyes briefly wandered to the stage where Akhil stood, commanding attention in his quiet glory. Feeling a wave of nervousness, she glanced at her mother, who gave her a reassuring smile, instantly easing her jitters and making her smile a little in return.

Akhil stood waiting, dressed in a cream sherwani that shimmered with subtle gold threadwork. His posture was confident as ever, but for the first time, there was a noticeable softness in his gaze. He watched Advika approach, her nervousness evident in her movements. A faint smile tugged at his lips, but he quickly hid it, ensuring no one noticed.

The priest called the families together. Everyone gathered around as the rituals began. Elders exchanged coconuts, betel leaves, and gifts while the priest chanted mantras in a rhythmic tone. Advika and Akhil sat side by side, listening quietly to the chants.

Finally, it was time to exchange rings. Akhil picked up the diamond ring and gently, yet possessively, took Advika’s hand in his. His face remained blank and unreadable, but his grip was steady.

Noticing his lack of expression, Advika tilted her head slightly and leaned closer, whispering with a playful smile,
“Aapse shaadi karne ke liye itni excited toh hoon nahi main, par at least mujhe mere engagement ke photo's achhe chahiye. Toh kripaya aap smile karne ki takleef lenge zara?”
Hearing her cheeky remark, Akhil raised an eyebrow and smirked faintly.
("I'm not exactly excited to marry you, but at least I want my engagement photos to look good. So, would you please make the effort to smile a little?")

“Hassne bola tha, aapne devil smile dikhane nahi,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.
("I asked you to smile, not to show your devilish smirk.")

After the rings were exchanged, the crowd erupted in applause. Both families embraced each other joyfully, the air filled with laughter and blessings.

Advika and Akhil looked at their families, who were celebrating with big smiles and hugs. Seeing their loved ones so happy, they both realized one thing: even if they weren’t fully happy, their families’ happiness made it all worth it.

“Are they really not happy, guys? What do you think?”

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