Riddhimas POV
Entering in the room filled with the fragrance of rose petals.. A Huge king sized bed decorated with roses and candles around.. Making the atmosphere romantic.. But for me it is not what it looks like.. Just beside the bed there was a dressing table.. I took my heavy feet till there.. I couldnt take my eyes up and look at myself in the mirror.. How things can change with a blink of an eye.. A while a go a happy go lucky girl was dead in the fire of agni.. And now I see the most unluckiest and helpless women in front on me.. Dressed in a maroon saree with lots of work.. The minimal makeup which was by now was spoilt by my unstoppable tears.. The sindoor in my partition is the sign of danger.. And the mangalsutra hanging around my neck is like a hanging rope... Has it ever happened that you get married to a person by mistakenly? Was any girl this sad on her marriage day? I was busy in my own clouds of questions and didnt even realise the person who was supposed to be my husband now was already inside the room.. He stared at me through the mirror..
His glances ached my heart.. I turned up to him.. Walked to him.. My each step felt so heavy as if I would collapse right away.. I felt like screaming yelling shouting.. Too many questions but answers none.. I gathered all the energy and finally could speak out..
"Why?"
He walked away unheard.. He turned the back on me.. And made his way towards bed.. He lied there.. I just stood all numb and trying to digest the fact that from this moment I am 'Mrs. Riddhima Vansh Rai Singhania'
I looked around.. I had nothing to wear.. I will have to spend the night in this heavy bridal attire as well.. I made myself comfortable on the sofa beside.. After the long stress I was so tired that it took me no time to fall asleep..
*Next Morning*
My eyes twitched by the rays of sun..
"Put the curtains on!!!."
I kinda yelled in my sleepy voice.. But then a husky voice wushed away my sleep..
"Its morning.."
My eyes opened up big.. It took me a while to process that this was my so called husbands house.. I looked at the clock it was 10.. Oh god.. I ran up towards the washroom.. To freshen up.. Then I walked down the stairs towards kitchen.. I saw Mary working in the kitchen.. I ran towards her and hugged her tight..
"Good morning my child!"
Said Mary with the sweetest tone of hers.. She is such a sweetheart.. Vansh is such a business tycoon but alone.. He has nobody to look after him.. Nobody knows about his past.. He lives alone in this mansion.. And Mary looks after him as her own child.. But Vansh is nevertheless too rude with her.. I feel pity on the poor lady.. And try to be the best with her.. I sat on the dining table while Mary brought some hot sauced pasta for me.. She looked at me and said..
"My child you married now.. I think you should put vermillion and the nuptial chain.. Its a sign of pride.."
I didnt want to disturb her.. I. Showed her as if I was happy with this marriage..
"Mary I will.. As soon as I finish the breakfast."
She smiled to me and moved her fingers through my hair..
"May god keep you happy always my child."
My eyes filled with tears.. Maybe the God never wanted me to be happy.. Or maybe he forgot to put some happiness in my share...
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