— [PRESENT TIME] —
"3 years Hayat, teen saal"
Abhimanyu keeps Hayat's photo down in his drawer, as his smile slowly drops.
"Main aapki kisi aur se shaadi hote kaise dekh sakta hun, meri jaan."
He picks up his phone, and dials a number.
"Get me the details of the man Hayat Rajvanshi's marrying. I need every single detail !"
—— [Hotel: Chand Taj] ——
-----[Hayat's POV] ----
"Raghav beta sharmaao mat kuch khaao peeyo" I hear my mother speak as I give her my dead smile.
"Ha beta kha lo, kyuki meri bhook toh mar gyi hai tumhari shakal dekh ke" I murmer faking a big smile.
"Ji aunty"
"Even his voice is not sexy, shakal bhi thik nhi hai. How did my father think of arranging my marriage to him !!" I sigh.
"Hayat!" "Ahh, yes yes mumma!"
"Beta kuch baat karo raghav se, main Jaa rhi hun baahar tumhare papa ke paas..." "Oh, ji..." I say as my mother walks out of the room leaving me and this dumb human alone.
I smile looking at him as he stuffs his face with another samosa. "Thoos le Bhai thoos le vaise bhi paise toh saare ladki walon ko hi dene haina."
"I need to get out of here, this is suffocating..." I mumble.
I stood up "Ahh, Raghav ji, main washroom se aati hun-" I ran out of the room, to the hall.
"Agle hafte ki taarik tae ho gyi tab-" I hear my father's voice coming from the opposite room, I try to peak inside from the enclosed door. I watch my father hug Raghav's father as I see my mother's face, concerned, she tries to talk to my father but he ignores her.
"Main bahut khush hu, Mr. Rajvanshi."
"Are Raghuvanshi ji, ab hum ek hafte mein samdhi ho jaayega, you don't need to be so formal." I hear my father's voice as he laughs while my heart shatters into too many pieces.
Before I know it, I feel my tears roll down my cheeks, "He didn't even think of asking for my consent." I helplessly chuckle at the play of my father.
"This man can do anything just to get his damn shares. I am not going to let him ruin my life. No, not this time." I get back from the door, only to bump into someone.
I turn back, "I-I am sorr-" I look up to find a familiar face, the face I wished to see everyday for three years, his. It was him.
The Abhimanyu Rathore.
He looked down at me with his domineering gaze. "Oh how I wish to drown myself in those brown eyes."
Just like three years ago, I got lost into his eyes again, charmed by his beauty. Again.
And maybe....I will need his help....again.
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