Ishqbaaz: dark heart (rikara daughter’s radhika’s story) – Chapter 1

Ishqbaaz: dark heart (rikara daughter’s radhika’s story) – chapter 1 WATCH OUT PEOPLE!

TV playing: oberoi industries CEO shivay singh oberoi has taken a day-off from work today and his social media pages are blowing up with cute pictures from family time.

before it could say anymore, the TV was switched off.

voice: shivay singh oberoi and family time, my foot!

it was a female voice, a voice which had a mocking tone.

voice: now my mood is spoilt. thank you TV.

the voice’s owner grabbed her hairbrush and started brushing her long Rapunzel hair.

voice: I bet all those pictures are edited by his wife anika shivay singh oberoi because as far as I know, shivay singh oberoi only cares about work. actually scrape that! all the oberoi men only care about work. bechara anika. all she wants is family time and that she doesn’t even get. (laughs) must be horrible.

she continued brushing her hair, as she did, she said: of course it will be horrible but she still gets spoiled rotten.

she put the hairbrush down and picked up a bottle of dark red nail varnish and started to paint her elegant French manicured nails.

voice: I mean at the end of the day, her husband gets her expensive brands to make up for not spending time with her. and Rudra singh oberoi…

her lips formed a smirk as she painted the last nail and started to blow on them.

voice: I wonder how his wife feels…ek minute wife? how stupid of me? I wonder how his WIVES feel! I only feel sorry for romi and Soumya, but not for bhavya.

her voice suddenly softened as she said: kyunki romi and Soumya cared about me, about us mama and papa. but that Rudra singh oberoi….not even swear words can describe him.

she got up from her chair and walking into a massive closet or as I like to call it a shopping mall in your own room.

voice: tej singh oberoi….uff I wonder how you are even related to him papa. he is so damn blo*dy heartless, stubborn and arrogant just like shivay singh oberoi and rudra singh oberoi. but shakti singh oberoi…

her well done nails seemed to pick up a long off shoulder floor length dress in the beautiful colour of light red. her ruby red lips formed a smile as she breathed out: perfect dress! uff…where was I? oh yeah shakti singh oberoi…not all oberoi men are bad. shakti singh oberoi is the only oberoi men who is decent. papa, if I could I would make you his son.

she changed into the red dress. her face not revealed yet. she went back into her room and picked her eyeliner pen. she started to draw on her eyelids, getting the perfect wing eyeliner. she kept her eyeliner down and got a charm bracelet out as well as a golden atch . the voice started speaking again: Kalyani, jhanvi and pinky….urgh! can’t stand them! Kalyani singh oberoi really irritates me…loves all her grandchildren and great grandchildren, loves all her bahus…what f**king nonsense? if she really did, then she wouldn’t discriminate right? jhanvi and pinky are just the same like her and like anika and like bhavya.

she turns to a picture frame consisting of a young couple….both deeply in love with one another.

voice: they all…those oberoi women, those oberoi men….they all destroyed our lives. they destroyed your lives, they took your lives from you both. they left four children defenceless and parentless. they took my siblings from me because they thought I died that day as well but I didn’t. mama, papa; I can tell that soon, very soon I will finally get my revenge. don’t worry I won’t kill them, I am not that evil but I will destroy them like they destroyed our happy family, our little world. I will get back omira, munni and pari back. I promise. this is your daughter, radhika’s promise.

the woman turned from looking at the picture, finally revealing her face:

radhika: bhoot jaldi mama and papa, I will get my sisters back and we will go somewhere far with your memories. I promise.

a tear left her eye and rolled down her cheek, she wiped it…her delicate makeup not smudged one bit. just then the doorbell rang.

radhika: now that desperate idiot is here.

she rolled her eyes and got her white handbag out and turned to her parents’ picture: please save me from this idiot. please.

the doorbell kept ringing and ringing.

radhika: coming.

she got her keys and went downstairs to open the door. as soon as she opened the door, she forced a fake smile.

radhika: hi varun, nice to see you.

varun, who was dressed in an expensive coal black suit and was carrying a bouquet of red roses, smiled and said: same here sienna. these roses are for you.

he handed her the roses to radhika, or should I say sienna, who still had a fake smile plastered on her face. she kept them on her coffee table and said: thanks varun but please remember the only reason I agreed to be your date to this dinner was because boss was begging me to go and I can’t go to that dinner without a date.

varun: can’t blame me for trying sienna.

radhika: can we go or should I change my mind?

varun: fine. come on then.

radhika left her house, locking the door and walking along side with varun. varun was about to open the car door for her when radhika’s hand found the handle first. she went in the car and varun gave a small chuckle as he went in as well. he started the car and soon the car was running on the roads.

varun: after this party, should we…

radhika: never! no!

varun: but remember how much you enjoyed it the first time sienna?

radhika: first and last time that was. it was a mistake!

varun: sure a mistake.

he winked at her and an annoyed radhika punched his arm hard that he nearly lost control of the steering wheel. as soon as he got control, he said annoyed: sienna, you could have killed us! I am too young and handsome to die…and you? you are too s*xy to die single.

radhika: first of all varun, take a look in the mirror, you are not handsome and second of all, I don’t need a man…all of them are dicks, when I find a man that isn’t a dickhead then I may consider losing my single status and third of all…

her ruby red lips formed a smirk.

radhika: I don’t fear death. death doesn’t scare me at all.

varun: what?

radhika: you won’t understand….your IQ is so low.

varun: that hurts sienna.

radhika: whatever!

they didn’t talk for the rest of the car and soon they reached a large fancy hotel.

they went out of the car and inside the decorated palace….

there was a crowd of champagne-baring waiters, a collection of violinists, harp players and pianists were placed at the far end of the hall. crystal chandeliers spiraled down from the arching sky-blue ceiling, illuminating the glimmering golden walls and a floor so polished it looked like an iced-over lake. and it wasn’t just the ballroom–the women sparkled like a box of jewels, shades of emerald and ruby and amethyst swirling before radhika, their low chatter accompanying wafts of rose and hyacinth and jasmine. the men looked like prince charmings from the fairytales and the disney movies she watched as a little kid, big dazzling branded watches encircled their wrists whilst their hairs were slicked back with too much gel, each man wore a suit which looked as if it was specially tailored for them. almost every man she saw had a glass of red wine in their hands.

radhika looked down at her simple red dress, at that moment she felt quite out of place but then she remembered something her mother said: why waste millions just on a one night dress? you can give that amount to people who need it.

radhika gave a small smile knowing that even though she might not be looking like the disney princesses, she knew that she was probably the only person in that room with the biggest heart because she gave so much to charities….to cancer, to orphanages, to women who were struggling, to other life threatening diseases. as she was engaged in her own thoughts, she felt a nudge on her arm. she looked to her right where varun was. he was telling her with his eyes to look in front of her. so she did and saw her boss who was wearing a tuxedo and fancy watch.

radhika: good evening boss. how are you?

boss: good evening to you too sienna. I am fine and you?

radhika: I am also fine thanks.

boss: so sienna, we got some special guests who will be launching the charms with you.

radhika: ok boss and might I just ask who these special guests are?

boss: that you will find out when it is time to launch the charms.

radhika: ok boss.

boss: now excuse me, I need to talk to some people. see you in 15 minutes.

radhika: you too boss.

he left and radhika, who was confused, looked at varun and asked: do you know who these special guests are?

varun: no sienna, I know nothing about these special guests.

radhika: really? but you are his second-in-charge last I checked so how do you not know?

varun: I honestly don’t know. sir hasn’t mentioned anything about special guests at all.

radhika: I just hope they are not snobby and egoistic guests.

varun: what is your problem with snobby and egoistic people? you really hate them.

radhika: because they act like they are so much better than everyone, they act like they own the place. I hate people who are like that.

just then a woman, who was dressed like a Barbie, came and said: hi varun, oh hey sienna.

varun and radhika: hi.

woman: sienna, did you dress in the dark again? your taste in fashion is very bad.

radhika: well according to latest fashion trends, simplicity is the ultimate form of sophistication and simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance. understand?

the woman rolled her eyes and said: oh whatever! why did I came here again? oh yes! on Wednesday, my bahu is having a baby shower. if you and varun are free, do come.

varun: thank you for the invite. we will take it to consideration.

woman: good. now I must go, my husband is waiting for me.

radhika and varun gave a small awkward smile as that woman left.

radhika: see what I mean? they don’t even take good advise.

varun: I see. to be fair, that lady annoys everyone.

radhika: yeah true.

they giggled. just then the boss came up on the stage and said: good evening everyone. now it is time to launch new charms into the world of jewellery. please welcome varun ahuja and sienna sharma.

everyone clapped as varun and radhika (sienna) made their way onto the stage. their boss handed them the big scissors and whispered: ribbon cutting will happen in one sec, ok?

varun and radhika nodded.

boss to the crowd: and now introducing our special guests, shivay singh oberoi and his wife anika shivay singh oberoi.

the crowd clapped as radhika was shocked.

radhika in mind: wait what?! shivay and anika?! I want one peaceful night…was that so much to ask for?

two figures made their way to the stage. the man had kanji eyes like a cat and he was wearing a white suit whilst the woman had brown eyes, her hair was curled and kept in a neat bun, she was wearing a inquisitive pearl white dress, her neck flashed strings of pearls. shivay singh oberoi and anika shivay singh oberoi. two of the people radhika hated the most.

as they faced radhika; the headstrong and bold radhika suddenly disappeard. she was white as chalk. her eyes and her mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise. she blinked a few times and thought to herself: calm down radhika. remember that even though they are here, it’s a good thing in one way. it makes things easier to get your revenge. yes they mistreated your parents but you need to keep a strong image. they can’t know that you are radhika omkara singh oberoi. they can only know sienna sharma.

as she was thinking, shivika, varun and radhika cut the ribbon as radhika gave a death stare to shivika.

radhika: watch out shivay and anika! it’s not just your lives I will ruin. hurricane radhika…uff I mean hurricane sienna is on her way.

precap: an opportunity 

so guys, how was this?

I know it’s quite stupid. 

but think now, how come radhika is two people?

what is she planning to do to the oberois?

will she get justice for her parents?

what is her past?

what is actually her relationship with varun?

want some hot radhika and varun scenes in the next chappy?