Ho Jaana Rihaa- RiAnsh Four Shot

Hii everyone! So here I am with a 4 shot of mine 🙈 I got 3 days holiday so I wrote it!! 

Rihaai: Shot 1 

 

Riddhima was sitting on the bed, silently. Her not so good Uncle, entered the room with a very stern face. Riddhima scared of him, clutches her saree tightly with eyes squeezed.

 

“His grandmother likes you. So you are getting married tomorrow only. I can’t keep a trash like you for much days.” He told while Riddhima looked at him with horrified expressions.

 

“To.. tomorrow?” Riddhima asked to confirm what she heard right now.

 

“Here is your Shagun lehenga, where this only. Can’t believe such big businessman agreed to marry a trash like you. Don’t defame my name there. I hope you know everything a wife should do, a typical ‘servant’ ” He spat the word servant in such a way, that it was like a black spot on Riddhima for her.

 

“J..ji” Riddhima said with a lump in her throat. He left the room with a bang on the door.

 

Riddhima sat on the floor near the bed, crying digging her face on the blanket.

 

Riddhima’s POV

 

Life is so cruel. I can do nothing except crying. Yesterday, I just got my 12th results of scoring 93% in Science stream.. And today, I am being tied to an unknown man. I don’t even know his age, his work, and we are getting married ‘Tomorrow’.

 

The next moment I knew was, sitting in front of the mirror in the Shagun lehenga gifted by my to be husband’s grandmother. My aunt made me wear all the jewelry. My not-so poor uncle. Owner of lakhs but can’t afford a lehenga for his ‘servant’.

 

Yes, I am of course a servant. What have I done till now? Made food daily, cleaned everyone’s rooms, came back from school to hear some taunts, and back to household works. Doing homework of his toddler Children and study for myself mid night. That’s my life.

 

Drum beats surrounded the atmosphere, I slowly peeped out of the window into the curtain. Here was my groom, in the Lamborghini. His face is not visible.

 

What will I do..I have to see his face the whole life.

 

My aunt pulled be back, her eyes widened trying to scare me. But I am used to it. And finally leaving this hell. And…here came..a sizzling slap on my cheeks. I used my hands to protect myself from falling. As I would never be able to stand back alone in this heavy attire.

 

“Telling you. If you ruin our name in their house, you will be killed. And no one will even know.” Aunt told me, her voice broke in two as she wasn’t able to shout loudly.

 

I chuckled in mind, who even cared if I die. Now it was another beautiful slap by my uncle. I feared him a lot. Well…let bygones be bygones.

 

“Why the hell are you standing here! Go and sit in the mandap. Now!”

 

His voice was so fierce that I flinched and nodded moving out.

 

I sat next to him, his muscular body. I felt weird. Where I thought to run away and have my life, and here I am.. getting tied to a man, basically becoming servant of another house.

 

I ran my eyes all over, a group of youngsters gazing at me with disgust…maybe. I hope they are not his close family members.

 

The next moment my veil was lifted up, he filled my hairline with vermillion. He had a slight smile, which he passed me. I unwillingly repriocated, I think it was looking forced.

 

He came near me…wait…why?

 

“Welcome to hell…jaana”

 

Did he just say hell? HELL!?

 

No way..I am running away. I can’t. Oh god..Is he..he..like my uncle?

 

My heart cried, but tears denied..or they were finished early.

 

“Aaj se aap dono pati patni hain”

” From Today you both are husband – wife”

 

The priest’s words rang so much in my ears. My not so good family immediately did my Vidaai, and forced me to shed fake tears for them.

 

Finally. Bye Khatri Mansion. I looked at my husband, he smirked.

 

WHY DID HE SMIRK!?

He is coming closer…no no no…what should I do? Should I cry? No it is so overrated. Should I smile? WHY WILL I SMILE AT HIS SMIRK?

 

I looked at him as he inhaled a sharp breath to say something.

 

Pov ends

 

“Are you ready for tonight?” His words felt Riddhima to suicide right now…

 

She was gazing the stars from the new window of HIS room. Tears were continuously flowing… All the way down to her chin, both the tears united becoming one, and fell down on his hands.

 

“Save them..these are very precious”

 

His sudden enter made her flinch away. She looked at him, and smiled.

 

“Do anything you want to, afterall I am still a slave.” She said with no worries, like she didn’t care.

 

Of course she didn’t care, her dreams were snatched from her very earlier, and the only thing left was her dead soul.

 

Vansh pulled her pinning on to the bed, her breath hitched at his action. He came closer, and more closer, joined his forehead from her, their breathes mingled, and Riddhima’s heavy breathing was felt by Vansh, he smirked.

 

“Now…now say?” Vansh said slowly.

 

“I still don’t care..what will you do? Slap me? Hurt me? Beat me? Huh (chuckles) or what…R*pe me!!” Riddhima said, slow yet loud.

 

His eyes became wide and bloodshot on her words, he moved away from her, throwing all the things on the floor, while Riddhima flinched at every vase and frames falling down.

 

“Limits… And be a good little wife. I don’t want the world to say that Vansh Rai Singhania married a broken and dead person like you. Secondly, learn to live, you can have my credit card and buy a whole damn country. I don’t care.” Vansh marched out of the room, loud and clear.

 

Riddhima sat on the bed, pulled the duvet, and slept. It wasn’t the first time someone said her to be ideal, nor the first time…wait…did he say that she can buy a whole country?

 

Riddhima opened her eyes is confusion, shrugged everything and slept. Atleast she wasn’t harmed by him like her good for nothing uncle and aunt.

 

Vansh sipped his wine, sitting with Angre, his best friend and business partner. He chuckled taking the sips, and Angre just looked at him, with some kind of.. sympathy maybe.

 

“Stop it Vansh. If someone will see you here they will…”

 

“Let them…! Let them do whatever. No one can beat Vansh Rai Singhania. I have a mansion, enough money, a good fame, various branches, and what not” He praised himself.

 

“These are not the things you need Vansh! Luxuries are not everything. You need love, care! And that’s what Dadi did for you giving you her sware!” Angre tried to explain him.. “She left her everything and came here..to see you finding her just a formality?”

 

Angre’s question left him silent, what can he say. But Vansh was determined, he had everything. And he didn’t need some un existing things like love and all.

 

“Let it be..Good night brother. Take care of yourself” Angre said patting his shoulder and left.

 

Bikhrein hai ahq kayi

Koi saaz nahi deta

Hai chup har koi

Ik saaz nahi deta

 

Waade kal ke sab karte hain,

Par kyun AAJ

Koi saath nahi deta

Koi saath nahi deta….

🙈🙈 how is it!!? Hope you all liked it..so I have written all the part now only, so I will post after this part gets 18 comments.. be safe! 

Tanvi 💫