NITYA'S POV
I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared into Riddhaan's eyes, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down my spine. His grip on my throat was firm but not suffocating, his thumb tracing the outline of the cut he had inflicted just moments ago. A bead of blood welled up where his nail had broken the skin, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from the crimson droplet that threatened to spill over.
"Now, I will ask just one question," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, "and you will answer in yes or no." I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to find my voice amidst the overwhelming fear that threatened to consume me. This is the first time I have found him scary.
"That's my good girl'' he murmured, his voice dripping with possessiveness as he pulled me closer, his grip on my chin tightening with a possessive force that left me breathless.
''Your dad asked you to marry him'' he questioned me and I tried to suppress the rising tide of panic that threatened to overwhelm me, but it was futile. Riddhaan's presence loomed over me like a dark cloud, suffocating me with its intensity. I nodded yes as an answer.
"Words, baby," he murmured, his voice low and husky with longing. Without hesitation, he sucked harshly on my jaw, leaving a trail of fiery kisses like I am his possession. I winced at the sensation, knowing full well that he would leave a mark, yet unable to resist the intoxicating pull he had over me.
I swallowed hard, trying to gather my thoughts as his lips danced along my skin with a feverish intensity. What was happening to me? Why was I so willing to surrender to him, to give myself over completely to his desires?
"Ahh-yes'' I managed to answer, my voice barely a whisper as he bit down on my jaw once again, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. It was as if he was staking his claim, marking me as his own in the most pleasurable way.
"You belong to me, Precious" he whispered, his words sending a thrill of excitement racing through me. His breath was hot against my skin as he pressed his lips to mine in a possessive kiss that left me breathless and dizzy with need.
At that moment, I realized the depth of his obsession, the consuming hunger that burned within him whenever he was near me. He was a walking red flag, a dangerous temptation that I couldn't seem to resist, even as I knew the risks of falling for someone like him. I was a prisoner to his obsessive love, unable to escape the grasp of his twisted desires.
But even as the realization washed over me like a tidal wave, I couldn't bring myself to walk away. Couldn't deny the pull he had over me, the magnetic force that drew me to him despite the danger lurking beneath the surface.
But suddenly he left me and stormed into the house, his footsteps heavy with frustration, I could feel the tension crackling in the air like thunderbolt. His jaw was set in a hard line, his normally warm eyes now flashing with anger as he called out my father's name with a force that made me flinch.
"VARDHAAN ROY!" His voice reverberated through the walls, echoing with a raw intensity that sent a chill down my spine. I watched in silence as my father emerged from the depths of the house, his expression a mirror of Riddhaan's simmering rage.
"Why are you here?" Dad's voice was calm, but there was an underlying edge to it, a warning that hung heavy in the air.
Riddhaan wasted no time in launching into his tirade, his words dripping with venom as he unleashed his pent-up frustration. "Your have crossed a line this time" he seethed, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
''How dare you think of getting my Rani sa marrying to another person'' Riddhaan's anger erupted like a volcano, his words slicing through the air with venomous precision. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white with rage, as he confronted my father with a ferocity that sent a chill down my spine.
''Your Rani sa'' he snarled and said ''She is going to be Mrs Ryker in two days, just don't fucking create any scene here''
But Riddhaan was beyond reason, his rage boiling over like a volcano on the brink of eruption. With a swift and calculated movement, he drew his gun from his waistband, his eyes flashing with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine. And at that moment, my dad mirrored his actions, drawing his own weapon in his defence.
"She is not going to marry anyone other than me'' Riddhaan declared, his voice a low growl as he levelled the gun at my father.
But Dad was not one to back down easily, his own anger burning bright as he met Riddhaan's gaze with steely resolve. "Watch me, doing the exact opposite" he spat out, his finger tightening around the trigger of his own gun.
In the blink of an eye, they were face to face, the guns pointed at each other's heads with deadly precision. The room seemed to hold its breath, the silence broken only by the rapid beating of my heart as I stood frozen in shock.
"Riddhaan, please no" I yelled, my voice barely a whisper as I pleaded with him to stop. But my words fell on deaf ears as the two men stood locked in a deadly standoff, their rage consuming them both.
My heart hammered in my chest as I watched the scene unfold before me, a sense of dread creeping into the pit of my stomach. "Dad stop'' I whispered, my voice barely a breath against the deafening roar of their rage.
With a trembling hand, I reached out to touch his, trying to calm the storm raging within him. But instead of easing his anger, my touch seemed to only fuel his fire, his grip on the gun tightening with a bone-crushing intensity.
''If you removed my fingers from this gun the next moment they will be thrusting your tight cunt, precious and you know I am a man of words'' he whispered but his gaze was cold and distant, his features twisted in a mask of fury as he towered over me, his presence overwhelming in its intensity. And then, in a voice that sent shivers down my spine, he whispered words that froze me to the core.
His threat hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurked beneath the surface of his anger. And in that moment, I realized the full extent of his obsession, the depths to which he would go to assert his dominance and control, but in the end, Advik had controlled Dad and I had managed to control Riddhaan.
''I need to talk to you, we will be back'' I said to everyone, and held his hand making our way to his study. As I stormed into the study room, frustration boiling within me like a tempest ready to burst, what the hell did he think of himself, as soon as I entered inside I found myself pressed against the wall, with his breath fanning over me, his commanding presence overpowering my fury, leaving me momentarily speechless and caught off guard.
''What was that stunt you pulled downstairs'' I yelled at him, he didn't say anything just gave me a smirk. But before I could unleash the full force of my rage, he moved swiftly, slid his hand on my waist under my top and his other hand was busy as the cold metal of his gun traced my thigh.
''You did exactly what I warned you not to, precious'' he hissed taking my earlobs in his mouth and sucking it harshly. My breath caught in my throat, fear and fury swirling inside me as I met his intense gaze. Despite my anger, a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine at the dangerous proximity between us. At that moment, I was both furious and unnervingly aware of the power he held over me.
''Are you going to fuck with this gun of yours' I sassed raising my brows, and he stood there smirking at me. I couldn't suppress the shiver that coursed through me, a mixture of fear and an unexpected thrill, as his touch ignited a fire within me. I swallowed hard as he brought the gun closer to my clothed pussy, the cool touch sending a wave of sensation through me. His eyes never leaving mine, he traced the outline of my inner thighs with a teasing slowness.
What in the Zade Meadows world is happening
''Bold of you to assume that I will let anything slide in you except for my cock'' He growled in possessiveness, his fingers trailing along the cold metal with a dangerous grace. With each touch, a shiver raced down my spine, igniting a fire deep within me that I struggled to contain.
I felt myself leaning into his touch, a silent admission of the forbidden desire that pulsed between us. At that moment, as his gun danced along the curves of my skin, I couldn't help but wonder if the danger only heightened the undeniable pull I felt towards him.
I stood there, breathless, as Riddhaan's strong arm encircled me, pulling me close to him with a possessive yet strangely gentle touch. With just one hand, he effortlessly lifted me, guiding me to sit on the piano table, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart pounded in my chest as his other hand, holding the gun, traced teasing patterns along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
Fuck not the piano, it's Dad's favourite
''Not here, this is Dad's favourite piano'' I whispered breathlessly as each touch from him was like a jolt of electricity, sending sparks flying through the air, igniting a hunger deep within me that I could barely contain. With a flick, he opened his belt, and I could see the bulge in his pants, the evidence of his desire for me undeniable. A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as I realized the power I held over him, the knowledge that I could drive him with just a single glance.
"You love to disobey me, precious" he murmured, while binding my hands with his belt, his voice low and husky with desire. "You deserve a punishment" he growled, tightening the belt around my wrist. A gasp escaped my lips as I felt the leather bite into my skin, the sensation both thrilling and terrifying in its intensity.
''This is your dad's favourite piano, he loves to play it but today I will play with his daughter's clit on it'' I put my hands on it leaning backward. Suddenly I felt his rough hand on my neck with his thumb tracing my throat. And in a daring move that left me breathless, his hand slipped inside my panty, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through me.
''You wanted my finger inside your tight cunt, aren't you precious'' A gasp escaped my lips as his fingers teased and explored, igniting a fierce desire within me. ''Yes, I want them inside me'' I purred and arched my back, a silent invitation for more as he teased me with gentle caresses. With a wicked grin, he pushed his finger inside me, igniting a firestorm of ecstasy that consumed my every thought.
''Ahh'' a moan escaped my lips as he pinched his With each movement, he drove me to the edge of madness, his cold metal rings adding a delicious edge to the pleasure coursing through me. Every push and pull of his finger sent shivers. Every touch, every caress pushed me closer and closer to the edge. and then, just as I thought I could take no more, he withdrew his hand, leaving me breathless and wanting. I whimpered in protest, my body aching for his touch, for the release that seemed just out of reach.
''Ahh, Riddhaan'' I moaned, my voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and longing. ''Do you want something more precious'' His voice was a low rumble, sending shivers down my spine.
''Ahh, yes I want you to go down on me'' I moaned, my voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and longing, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room.
''Be clear with your words precious'' he demanded, his tone commanding and firm.
''Kneel and suck me, Tesoro, Do it or you won't like the consequences'' I commanded him breathlessly and with a hungry gaze, I watched as he obeyed, his lips parting in anticipation. And as he knelt before me, ready to fulfil my every desire, I knew that I was about to experience a pleasure unlike any other.
His lips parted in anticipation, and rolling my dress to my waist he reached out my pussy, my breath trembled as he inhaled it and looked up giving me a smirk, my fingers were aching to be tucked in his hair but because of the belt, I could not do anything. And as he took me into his mouth, his lips closed around me with a hunger that matched my own.
''Fuck'' I groaned as he flicked his tongue on my clit, sensually. I lost myself in the sensation of his mouth on mine. His mouth was hot and wet against my skin, his tongue swirling around me with a skill that left me weak with pleasure. Every flick of his tongue, every gentle nip of his teeth pushed me closer and closer to the edge until I felt as though I was on the brink of exploding into a million pieces.
He sensed my desperation to touch him, so using his one hand he opened the belt while his mouth of still sucking the hell out of me. It was a sensation, unlike anything I had ever experienced before, a whirlwind of pleasure that threatened to consume me whole. As soon as my hands were free, I cried out, my fingers digging into his scalp as he sucked and teased, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me. Each movement, each stroke of his tongue, drove me higher and higher until I felt as though I was soaring among the stars themselves.
''Stop I am going to cum'' I gasped, my voice barely a whisper as I tried to hold back the inevitable. Yet, instead of listening to my plea, he added his two fingers together, pushing them inside me with a force that left me trembling with pleasure
I was on the verge of release, my body teetering on the edge of ecstasy when suddenly, he ignored my pleas to stop. Instead, he lifted my legs, placed them over his shoulders, and continued to suck me with a force that left me breathless. I writhed beneath him, lost in a whirlwind of sensation as he expertly teased and tormented me with his mouth and fingers. And then, just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, I felt it—the overwhelming rush of pleasure building deep within me, threatening to consume me whole. In just a few seconds I came undone, my body shaking with the force of my release as waves of pleasure washed over me. Riddhaan continued to pleasure me, his movements relentless as he milked every last drop of pleasure from my trembling form.
He got up, his lips glistening with my essence as he sucked his finger clean, a wicked grin playing on his lips. The sight was so erotic, so utterly captivating, that I couldn't tear my eyes away.
"You made me a mess, Riddhaan" I complained, my voice husky with desire as I watched him lick his fingers with a hunger that mirrored my own.
''You are such a beautiful mess precious, I would love this sight every single day of my life'' he replied, his voice husky with desire. He licked his fingers with a wicked grin, biting his lip as he savoured the taste of me.
"Shut up'' I groaned, my voice a mix of irritation and exhaustion as I attempted to assert my authority over him. He merely smirked, his gaze unwavering as he met my eyes. His confidence seemed to infuriate me further.
"You won't repeat what you did downstairs with Dad'' I stated firmly, my tone leaving no room for negotiation, I know I am being biased here, but once he will be calm then I will say the same to dad too.
A smirk played at the corners of his lips as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. "Can't guarantee that," he replied, his voice a low murmur, laced with danger. "If your Dad continues to be stubborn, then you should know, my love, I'm not a man with a lot of patience."
My jaw clenched at his words, my frustration mounting. But before I could retort, his hand gently cupped my chin, tilting my face upwards to meet his gaze. His touch sent shivers down my spine, despite my best efforts to resist.
"And you will be my bride, only mine" he whispered, his voice a husky promise that sent my heart racing. Before I could protest, his lips crashed down on mine, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't extinguish. He had declared our fates, I would be his and he would be mine. Weird way to propose but Yes.
Suddenly we heard the gunshot, and the crack of the door, and Dad came in. This means Dad had shot the lock of the door to come inside, why only I am filled with the weirdos in my life.
''I am telling you lay a finger on my daughter and you are dead'' my dad yelled at him, pulling me behind him making him laugh and I exactly what was going on in his mind. I take my words back, none of them even knows the meaning of being calm.
His fingers were inside your daughter's a few minutes back Dad, I chuckled thinking this.
''My Jaana is getting married, and you are invited'' Dad declared, his voice firm and resolute, yet tinged with an undercurrent of anger. The words seemed to hang in the air, heavy with tension, as they fell upon Riddhaan's ears like a challenge.
His jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with a mixture of fury and anger. The muscles in his arms tensed as he braced himself against the storm of emotions swirling within him. He took a step forward, his gaze locked with my father's, a silent battle of wills playing out between them.
"Just two days" Riddhaan spat out, his voice dripping with bitterness. "In just two days, I will be the one marrying your Jaana, and she will be my Jaan forever." I stood between them, caught in the crossfire of their conflicting desires, my heart torn between the two men who meant the world to me. But even as I longed to ease the tension that hung like a dark cloud over us, I knew that there was nothing I could do to bridge the divide between them.
Out of nowhere, Riddhaan moved forward, he took his platinum card and circled around me, and taking Dad's hand he thrashed the card in his hand, smirking at him.
"Drip every single rupee from this card to create the most enchanting lehenga and jewels for my bride. She deserves to be adorned like royalty, on our wedding day" he said emphasizing on our wedding day, Dad clutched his fist not taking the card, while Riddhaan kept on pressuring his fist to open up.
Are they kids or what?
''Rakh lijiye Sasur ji...Shagun hai aapke Jamai sa ki taraf se'' he declared, his smirk now more pronounced as he playfully stuffed the card into Dad's pocket. But what truly shocked everyone in the room was when Riddhaan, with a boldness that left us all stunned, reached for Dad's gun.
(Accept it, Father-in-law... It's a token of goodwill from your son-in-law)
Dad's incredulous expression quickly turned to confusion. "What? Mera shagun hai ye, aapki taraf se" Riddhaan added with a mischievous glint in his eye, his actions causing Advik to burst into uncontrollable laughter.
(What? This is my token of goodwill, from your side)
As Dad was about to say something, Riddhaan marched in my direction his actions drawing all eyes to him. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he looked towards the door, a sly smile playing on his lips. But before anyone could comprehend his intentions, he swiftly pivoted, leaning in to plant a quick peck on my lips, right in front of everyone.
The room fell into stunned silence as Riddhaan's bold move left us all speechless. Dad's expression turned from surprise to mild annoyance, evident in the furrow of his brow and the slight twitch at the corner of his lips.
The room fell into stunned silence, the only sound was Riddhaan's retreating footsteps. And Advik, who can never be serious in any situation decided to inject some humour in this worst situation, and started singing at the top of his lungs, purposely choosing a tune that would ruffle Dad's anger:
Mithila ka kan kan khila ke, Jamai Raja Raam mila,Pyaar ki raahon mein, humsafar humko mila.
He sang playfully, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he deliberately aimed to irritate Dad further, with his Dad stormed out of the room while he burst out laughing. And I cannot just think that in just two days, my life would change forever, and there was no turning back.
Why do I think this is a silence before the storm, Riddhaan is not a patient man, and the fact that he didn't got angry on that this time which means something is brewing in his mind.
AARVI'S POV
The air crackled with tension as I hurriedly stirred the sugary mixture on the stove, the aroma of melting chocolate and caramel filling the room. Illisha is not here, but she had asked me to use the kitchen till she came, I haven't seen Riddhaan yet and I am dying for just one glimpse of him. The sweet scent was meant to soothe my cravings, but instead, it seemed to intensify the unease settling over me. The crackling sound echoed through the room, drawing my attention like a sudden thunderclap in the silence of the night, racing towards the living room I saw the horror.
There, in the dimly lit living room, I stumbled upon a scene straight from a nightmare. Riddhaan, usually the epitome of composure and grace, his usually serene countenance contorted by a storm of emotions. His hands, trembling with unrestrained fury, clenched and unclenched like vengeful claws.
"No, Riddhaan!" I screamed, my voice ragged with a mixture of fear and desperation. As the words tore from my throat, he brought his hand down on the painting with a sickening crunch. The exquisite artwork shattered into a thousand shimmering pieces, raining down on him like a glass snowfall.
The sound of the breaking glass seemed to snap him out of his distarous state. He stared at his hand, the shattered frame of the painting clutched in it, blood blooming from several deep cuts. A tremor ran through him, and with a gasp of pain, he slammed his fist against the shattered glass surface of the coffee table
As if sensing my presence, he whipped around, his bloodshot eyes meeting mine. A cold, furious light had replaced the familiar warmth in them. A wave of fear washed over me, so intense it stole my breath. In that instant, I saw a man consumed by a darkness I didn't recognize. The glass painting clattered to the ground, shattering into a million sparkling shards, a mirror to the state of his heart, I was sure.
"Get the hell out of here!" he roared, the words guttural and laced with a raw pain that resonated in the shattered silence. But leaving him in that state, a storm trapped within a crumbling building, felt like abandoning a ship in the middle of a hurricane.
"What happened to you, Riddhaan?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. My eyes darted to his hand, the blood now staining his shirt a crimson red. All rationality seemed to have flown from him, leaving behind a terrifying vulnerability. Ignoring the protest in my own body, my instinct was to treat him first, I took a step towards him. But before I could reach him, he recoiled as if struck.
"Don't touch me!" he shouted, his voice ragged. His hand flew to his hair, tugging at the strands as if trying to tear them out by their roots. I recoiled, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. The man I loved, the man I thought I knew, was collapsing before my very eyes, and I was powerless to stop it.
A tense silence descended, broken only by the ragged gasps coming from Riddhaan and the sound of my own ragged breathing. He sank to his knees, his head buried in his hands, his entire body wracked with silence. He ran to his room and Instinctively, I followed him as he stumbled towards his room, a sense of urgency gripping me. I couldn't bear the thought of him hurting himself any further. The door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a space that felt simultaneously intimate and hauntingly foreign.
My eyes scanned the room, taking in the subtle details of his shades. But it was the sight of him, pressing a hidden button and revealing a wall adorned with portraits, that seized my attention. My heart clenched at the realization of what lay before me.
There she was, the woman in the portraits, her image captured in various moments of joy and serenity. Riddhaan's voice shattered the stillness, his words ringing with a desperate possessiveness that sent a chill down my spine. He spoke of her as if she were a prized possession, his fingers tracing the contours of her face with a touch tainted by blood. I had identified this woman, she was Nitya Roy, the supermodel and the Miss World of last year.
''Aarvi look, she is my precious, take a picture of me with her'' he said giving me his phone, all I could see madness of his, and a lump formed in my throat, looking at his grey eyes full of love for her, if he can look at her picture with this intensity how would he looked at her.
''Aarvi look, we both look good together right, me and my precious'' he said showing me the same picture I had clicked I nodded painfully. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the picture on the screen. The pain was a physical thing, a crushing weight in my chest that made it difficult to breathe. I wanted to run, to escape from this suffocating reality, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot.
''I will show you more pictures of us, the time we were happy together, when I had the only right on my precious's time'' he said like a manic, I didn't know what had happened to him. The lump in my throat threatened to suffocate me as I forced myself to look at the images he presented. In each one, she was cradled in his arms, her smile radiant and infectious. But it wasn't her beauty that tore at my heart—it was the undeniable love that radiated from his gaze, a love that belonged to her and her alone.
''See in this one, she was in my arms where she belong, I look so complete here because of her'' he said with a huge smile on his face, his words became a painful reminder of what I could never have. I wanted to scream, to shake him and tell him that I love him too, but the words caught in my throat, trapped by the weight of my shattered dreams.
He didn't seem to notice my silent agony. He was lost in his own world, a world where only he and his love had the place, a world that I would never have. He swiped through the final picture, his face etched with a heartbreaking vulnerability.
"Breathtaking" the word escaped from my mouth as he showed me one more picture of them, where he was laughing his heart out while she was cupping his cheek, coaxing him to look towards the camera. The breathtaking word was for his smile; it was the first time I had seen his genuine smile. TV or magazines never did justice to his smile, or maybe he never smiled genuinely until he met her.
"Not only breathtaking, she is divine, ethereal. She looks like a goddess wherever she wears red," he continued, his voice softening with admiration, breaking my heart more and more. "Her smile is enchanting, it's like my every worry in the world fades away, the only thing I can remember is the glow on her face, that's the most beautiful thing I ever seen"
''Have you ever been in love Aarvi'' he asked me, turning to look at me, his eyes carrying a hint of curiosity like he wanted to share more about Nitya. The irony hit me like a wave. The man I had been in love with was asking me if I had ever experienced love. I met his gaze, trying to conceal the storm of emotions raging within me.
''No'' I said and the lump in my throat threatened to suffocate me as I forced myself to look at the images he presented. In each one, she was cradled in his arms, her smile radiant and infectious. But it wasn't her beauty that tore at my heart—it was the undeniable love that radiated from his gaze, a love that belonged to her and her alone.
''So, You won't understand that love I have for her'' As he spoke, his words became a painful reminder of what I could never have. I wanted to scream, to shake him out of this delusion, but the words caught in my throat, trapped by the weight of my shattered dreams.
''It's not love anymore it has become my devotion, I had to surrender myself to her'' Tears welled in my eyes as I watched him, overwhelmed by the depth of his devotion. In that moment, I understood that I could never compete with the love he held for her. She was his sun and his moon, the centre of his universe, and I was but a fleeting shadow in comparison.
"Having her is not just a possibility; it's a necessity, she is an obsession that consumes my every essence of me, she is my thirst that I want to be quenched." he declared, his voice trembling with reverence. But even as he spoke, a part of me couldn't help but wish that I could be enough. Yet, deep down, I knew I could never be enough for him. Her existence alone was enough for him to draw breath.
And so, with a heavy heart, I surrendered myself to his love, knowing that it could never truly be mine alone. But even as I let go of my own desires, a small part of me held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, I could find my own place in his heart, not as a lover but as a friend.
He sank to his knees, his head buried in his hands as he took out a nuptial chain from his pocket, his entire body wracked with silence, his eyes burned with a fierce intensity, a different type of emotion that I could never hope to understand. In that moment, he seemed so consumed by her, so utterly lost in his obsession, that the line between his love and his madness blurred for him.
"Bas do din aur fir maut ka tandav hoga," he repeated, his words slicing through the silence like a knife. The grim determination etched on his face sent shivers down my spine, a teaser of the depths of his obsession.
(Just two more days, and then the dance of death will begin)
With a fierce resolve, he declared, "Sabki lasho ke dher par se hum apni Rani sa ko le kar aayenge." His grip tightened around the delicate chain, his knuckles turning white with the intensity of his emotions. "Apne khoon se unki mang bharenge," he continued, his voice tinged with a chilling resolve. Every word seemed to resonate with a haunting echo, as if sealing her fate him.
("I will bring my Queen from the pile of everyone's corpses")
(I will fill her forehead with my blood)
And then, with a last blow that was bordering on madness, he proclaimed, "Aisa bandhan jo vo kabhi tod hi nahi payengi. Vo humesha ke liye humari aur sirf humari ho kar reh jayengi." His obsession was a force unto itself, consuming him entirely as he vowed to bind her to him forever, with a bond that even death itself could not break.
(A bond that she will never be able to break. She will always and only be mine, forever)
As he spoke those words, a chill swept over me, and I realized the depth of his obsession. He was willing to sacrifice everything, even his sanity, for her. And in that moment, I understood that I could never compete with the intensity of his love. She had become his obsession, his sole reason for existence, and I was just a third person in their love story.
"I will carve every heart from their chests, painting the very altar in crimson with their blood, and lay it at the feet of the goddess of my darkest desires."
Next day, a day before the wedding
NITYA'S POV
Breaking News: Former Allure CEO Vaani Chauhan Attempts Suicide
This morning, tragic news has emerged as former Allure CEO Vaani Chauhan reportedly attempted suicide. Just three days ago, a disturbing MMS of Chauhan was leaked, adding to the family's distress as they faced financial ruin. The Chauhans, now bankrupt and having lost their mansion, were said to be residing with distant relatives. Sources reveal that Vaani Chauhan had secluded herself within the house, with no sightings of her outside. Sadly, her lifeless body was discovered this morning, with reports indicating that she had taken her own life by cutting her wrist. The circumstances surrounding this heartbreaking event are still under investigation.
I sat in front of the TV and was continuously looking at the dead body of Vaani, which was covered with white cloth, my parents were crying. Is it bad that I am not feeling any remorse, not even a single per cent? I am not a saint who will wish good for the one who did bad to me, from my childhood she instiagted our parents against me, tortured me, bullied me, made a MMS of me showering and leaked it in our school, and if it wasn't enough one day she planned her death so that I can be out of the house.
Flashback
''Vaani, di today you will play with me'' I asked her who was smiling at me, maybe this was the first and last time she had smiled at me, a week before my video went viral and no one has any idea who did it, I was scared to go school but she encouraged me to visit school, but their I was bullied and she did nothing to stop it, Now I am too scared to even step out of my room, but she insisted that I should be forgetting that incident.
But I can't why no one is understanding, it's not a small thing my video went viral when I was taking a shower, I am not safe here, I haven't showered after the last week because I was scared that my video can be taken again, I wanted to cry, I wanted to share my pain, I wanted to tell everyone that I am suffocating now but I know no one will hear me here.
''Yes Nitya, I will play with you'' she said and I smiled maybe she is starting to like me now, maybe she doesn't hate me now.
''But why Teracce, let's play in the garden'' I said with a little dull tone, I am not excited about these games, from my childhood I was just locked in those four walls, I had no one to play with me, except Aan who will come to take me from here tomorrow he promised me.
''We will dance in Rain Nitya'' she said and I nodded emotionlessly. Within a few seconds, it started to rain, I looked at her she was encouraging me to dance, I smiled and spread my arms embracing the rain and starting to twirl being happy, she was dancing with me too.
"Nitya, stop!" Vaani screamed, her tone laced with terror. Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to comprehend her words. And then I realized, with a sinking heart, that she wasn't twirling me; she was twirling us both, with a force that defied reason.
Frantically, I tried to break free, to stop the dizzying spiral that threatened to consume us. But it was futile. With a final, desperate cry, Vaani's grip slipped, and she tumbled from the terrace, disappearing into the darkness below.
''Vaani'' I looked back to see my parents screaming, they just saw how she fell down and they rushed downstairs, I followed them too, and finally they successfully brought Di inside the house.
''Dad she tried to kill me'' Di accused me and my eyes widened.
"No, Dad, Mumma, I didn't!" I protested, my voice barely above a whisper as tears streamed down my cheeks. But my words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the storm of anger and accusation that swirled around me.
A sharp slap across my cheek snapped me out of my daze, sending shockwaves of pain reverberating through my skull. I gasped, my hand flying to my stinging cheek as I recoiled from the sudden jerk. The betrayal stung worse than the physical pain. My parents, the one who are supposed to trust me, were looking at me with a mixture of anger and something else I couldn't decipher.
"Everyone was right," my father roared, his voice thick with venom that mirrored Di's earlier accusation. "You are a bad omen, a jinx in our family."
His words were a physical blow, knocking the breath out of my lungs. The fear that had been simmering beneath the surface erupted, cold and suffocating. Loud voices were my weakness, throwing me back into a place of confusion and terror. But there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
''Teach her a lesson, how dare she hit my baby'' my mother snarls, her voice dripping with venom. Tears stream down my cheeks as I take a shaky step backward, my instincts screaming at me to flee. But there's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from the wrath of my parents.
"You know Pandit Ji said while seeing the mark on your neck that you are going to be a witch who will eat their own family, and look you start doing it" My father's voice cuts through the silence, cold and authoritative, he removed his belt and twisted on his wrist.
I feel a lump form in my throat as I realize what's coming next. Dread washes over me, but I know there's no escaping it. With a heavy heart, I brace myself for the pain, both physical and emotional, that is about to be inflicted upon me.
"Dad—" My desperate plea was cut short as the leather strap lashed across my back, the pain a searing fire. But it didn't stop. Each successive blow rained down, relentless, building on the agony of the last. My breath hitched in sobs, my body wracked with pain. It was too much, too unbearable, but what shocked me the most was that my sister was laughing hiding under my mother's arms and at that moment I understood I don't belong to this family.
After a few more hits, My father stood there, his face flushed, his chest heaving with exertion. The belt dangled limply in his hand, the leather marred with a dark stain that could have been blood, or maybe just my tears. My mother stood beside him, her face wrinkled, tears glistening in her eyes. She looked like she wanted to say something, offer comfort maybe, but the words seemed to die on her lips.
I remained huddled on the floor, too stunned, too broken to move. The pain throbbed in my back, a constant reminder of the betrayal I had just endured. Every time I thought of Di's accusation, a fresh wave of anger and resentment would surge through me, mixing with the raw ache of pain and the suffocating fear that still clung to me like a shroud.
''Jatin, take her now and send her to Sheetal, now she is no more our daughter'' my father ordered one of the guards. I gulped, my heart pounding with dread. He grasped my arm roughly, his grip like iron, and dragged me out into the midnight darkness. Fear clenched my stomach as I stumbled alongside him, the chill of the night air seeping into terror.
Every step I had taken was the beginning of the end, my end, the end of innocent NITYA. I can never believe that a single night can change everything forever until I witness it myself. As we walked further into the darkness, my heart raced with fear and uncertainty. I could feel Jatin's gaze boring into me, his presence suffocating me with its sinister intent. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but I knew it was futile.
And then, in the stillness of the night, I realized that I was truly alone. Alone with my fears, my doubts, alone to fight from the monsters lurking behind me and the darkness that threatened to consume me whole.
''You know your father never sent you to the brothel'' Advik came emerging from the bathroom, he was having a shower. He took the apple from the basket and started eating it, his towel was hanging over his neck.
''Yes, I know'' I responded yes, my father never wanted to send me to the brothel, he was sending me to Sheetal who was the owner of the hostel in Dehradun but my father never knew his friend who seemed to be innocent was a master behind that face, she is running the brothel under the mask of the hostel, she had traded many girls over the years and one of them was me.
"What are you going to do with both?" he asked, his gaze piercing as he searched my face for answers. But I remained silent, my mind already racing with plans for vengeance. A smirk played at the corners of my lips as I reached for the knife, its cold metal sending a shiver down my finger. I aimed for the apple, and with a flick of the wrist, I let the knife fly, watching with satisfaction as it struck true, embedding itself in the fruit with a satisfying thud.
He chuckled softly, a wry smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at his reflection in the mirror. "Oh, my little lady," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "You want to ruin my handsome face? You see, your bhabhi would die if anything happened to this face. Don't ruin it, baby."
I watched him from the edge of the bed, unable to suppress the laughter that bubbled up within me. His vanity had a lot of products and he was applying moisturise on his face, a trait that seemed to run in the veins of the men that are present in my life: my Dad, Advik and now, the man who had captured all my attention, the one and only Riddhaan. Yeah, he, Riddhaan and Dad are all obsessed with their handsome faces and skin care.
''So you are going to marry Ryker, see I already accepted Riddhaan as our brother-in-law, now I won't accept any Ryker- Tiger, my bad he is just a small worm in front of my jiju, and Jiju would love to crush him'' he said dramatically and I threw a pillow at him.
''Only my Tesoro will be my husband'' I said with confidence, I knew that no one could stop him from marrying me not me too. Sounds nice that I will be the bride of Rana Riddhaan Veer Shekhawat.
AUTHOR'S POV
As Nitya stepped into the dimly lit warehouse, her heart pounded against her ribs like an echo. The shadows seemed to dance with the memories of her past, each corner echoing the torment she had endured at the hands of those two men. But now, fate had brought her face to face with her demons, or it's easy to say that she forced her fate to meet these two men because their end was near.
A smirk danced upon her lips, a mirror of the twisted satisfaction she felt deep within. Their eyes widened in recognition and terror as she traced the fiery tip along their flesh, each marks a bad memory for the scars they had left on her soul. Their skin is filled with burning cigarette marks on the top, the alcohol made it worse. At this moment, Nitya wanted the sweet taste of vengeance, knowing that justice, however brutal, was finally being served.
"It's gonna be fun" she smirked, her voice laced with a chilling determination as she prepared to make them pay for the pain they had inflicted upon her. They were at her mercy now, just as she had once been at theirs. But there would be no mercy, no redemption in her eyes. Only their end.
As Nitya sat upon the cold steel stairs, the Trishul gripped tightly in her right hand, her presence drips venom mixed with the storm raging within her. Her gaze, steady and unwavering, bore the weight of centuries of wrath and righteous fury. In that moment, she was not merely Nitya; she was the embodiment of Maa Kali herself, a goddess of destruction and renewal.
"I give you both one chance," she said with a chilling voice, her voice a melody of deceptive calm laced with the promise of impending doom. "If you wish to run, then run. But know this: if I catch you, death will be a mercy compared to what awaits."
With a silent nod between them, they both ran in opposite directions, their footsteps echoing against the concrete floor. But Nitya remained unmoved, her gaze fixed upon them like a predator tracking its prey. She allowed them to believe they had the upper hand, to relish in the false sense of freedom before she would shatter their illusions. As she closed her eyes, she felt as if Maa Kali herself guiding her hand, her spirit intertwined with Nitya's in a dance of destruction and rebirth.
With a flick of her wrist, Nitya sent the Trishul spinning through the air, its silver blade gleaming in the dim light of the warehouse. It found its mark with deadly accuracy, piercing the first man's chest with a sickening thud. His eyes widened in shock as he staggered backward, blood blossoming like a red rose flower upon his chest. A rose that has blossomed only to see the destruction.
Nitya motioned herself in his direction, her movements fluid and precise as she closed the distance between herself and her prey. With a swift kick, she sent him crashing to the ground, his screams echoing off the cold, unforgiving walls.
Turning her attention to the second man, Nitya's lips curved into a cruel smile, her eyes ablaze with righteous fury. She moved like a shadow, silent and deadly, as she stalked her prey through the dark corridors of the warehouse.
And then, with a single, decisive strike, she brought him to his knees, the Trishul buried deep in his heart. His cries of agony mingled with the echoes of his companion's demise, a symphony of suffering that filled the air with a perverse sense of satisfaction. The second man's desperate cries echoed through the warehouse as he fled, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum of doom. But there was no escape from the goddess's wrath.
As Nitya stood amidst the carnage, her breath coming in ragged gasps, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. The demons of her past had been vanquished, their blood staining her hands as a victory.
NITYA'S POV
As I dragged their lifeless bodies along the deserted streets, their necks bound by thick chains, their weight felt heavier with every step. It wasn't just the physical burden they carried, but the weight of their sins, dragging them down into the depths of darkness. The street beneath us was stained with blood, forming a grim trail. It was the highest tower in the city, their bodies hung there as the representation that no one will be spared if you have done something wrong. No one should wait for Karma they should become karma for their culprits.
My eyes went to the moon hiding it in the clouds as the representation of the darkness that has surrounded me. With each passing moment, my rage grew stronger, more potent, until it consumed me entirely, transforming me into a force of nature, unstoppable in my quest for vengeance.
In front of me, there was the tower, a tower once meant to bring justice to the city, now stood abandoned and incomplete. Its shadow stretched across the cobblestone streets, like a ghostly reminder of what it was supposed to be. The tower looked worn out, with stones falling apart and windows broken. Vines climbed up its sides, trying to cover up the damage, but they couldn't hide the tower's sad state. It was like a giant skeleton reaching into the sky, haunting.
Even though the tower was abandoned, its presence still held power, reminding everyone of the consequences of doing wrong. I dragged their body through the staircase.
On each stair, their limp forms, bound by chains, trailed behind me like slaves. In one hand, I tightly gripped the Trishul, it's metal cold against my skin, a weapon that is a destroyer, a reminder of the justice I aimed to deliver to those who had wronged me. Blood smeared across my body, painting a grim picture of the violence that had unfolded. But I ignored it, focusing only on my culprits.
Each step felt heavy, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I ascended the stairs. The air was thick with the smell of death, the decay of the bodies weighing down on me. The tower's walls seemed to close in, pressing against me with their suffocating presence. Reaching the tower, I breathed heavily and tied the Trishul on the highest part.
''She is a virgin, I would break her''
''Such a fragile doll of mine''
''Her velvety body would look good with these cigarette marks''
These words echoed in my mind blurring everything, only the blood is over my head. As those cruel words echoed in my head, everything blurred except for the blood that stained my vision red. Rage boiled inside me like a volcano ready to erupt.
With a fierce determination, I reached out and grabbed hold of one of the lifeless bodies, its weight heavy and cold in my arms. I held it in my arms, it was suspended in the darkness like a puppet, a mockery of the life it once possessed, a life that I had taken.
With a scream tearing from my throat, I bent his body in unnatural ways, my knee driving into his back with all the force of my fury. I didn't stop, didn't hesitate, pushing him further and further until there was a sickening pop—the sound of his spine breaking into half. I threw his limp body aside, my fury unabated. A sharp jolt of pain reverberated through my own body with each blow. But still, I pressed on, fueled by a rage so intense it threatened to consume me whole.
And then, with a final, bone-crushing blow, I silenced him once and for all, his lifeless body collapsing to the ground in a heap of twisted limbs. With a growl of rage, I seized the other body in my arms, holding him close as I repeated the brutal assault, twisting and contorting his body. I felt the spine give way beneath my knee, the familiar sound of cracking bone echoing through the night air. With a sense of grim satisfaction, I released the body, watching as it fell to the ground below.
A predatory gleam settled in my eyes as they fixated on the Trishul, the symbol of divine justice that stood as a silent witness to the revenge. A smirk played at the corners of my lips as I moved forward, my every step echoing with the weight of my vengeance.
Without a hint of hesitation, I raised the Trishul high above my head, the razor-sharp prongs gleaming in the dim light of the moon. With a swift and decisive motion, I drove the weapon deep into the chest of the first man, his lifeless body impaled upon its merciless spikes. A sense of grim satisfaction washed over me as I watched his blood spill forth, mingling with the crimson stains that adorned my once-pure attire.
But I was not yet finished. With a sense of purpose burning bright within me, I turned to the second lifeless form, his vacant eyes staring out into the void with a haunting stillness. With a steady hand and unwavering resolve, I hoisted his body into position beside the first, the two of them forming a cross of death and justice and attaching the Trishul to the tower once again.
''The revenge is served, brutally'' I whispered and stood under the Trishul, their blood was dripping down from my head to my body. The men who tried to impure me once now their blood is purifying me. The darkness that had threatened to consume me still lingered at the edges of my consciousness, a constant reminder of the horrors that had brought this version of me. I found a strength within myself that I had never known existed—a strength born of pain, of suffering, and revenge.
As I stood beneath the shadow of the Trishul, the blood continued to drip down, tracing crimson rivers across my skin, bathed in the blood of my culprits, I knew that justice had been served and that I had emerged victorious in my quest for vengeance.
For in the end, I was Nitya, just Nitya, and nothing could ever break me again.
RIDDHAAN'S POV
I watched in awe as Nitya unleashed her fury upon those men, her actions swift and precise, like a dance of vengeance choreographed by fate itself. In that moment, she was not just a girl seeking revenge; she was the destruction. And when she finally turned towards me, her eyes meeting mine with a fiery intensity, I felt a shiver run down my spine.
As Nitya drew closer, her eyes locked with mine, and a shiver traced its way down my spine. It was as if she had danced with her own demons and emerged, bearing the weight of her deeds upon her shoulders. Yet, despite the blood that stained her skin and the tears that fell from her eyes, she remained a vision of beauty. I took my steps forward, as soon as we both reached near, I found her eyes glistening in teras. Her tears ran down her cheeks mixing with the blood.
''Nitya'' I breathed softly and in no minute her body loosed on me, she threw her body on me which I caught effortlessly and wrapped my arms around her securely. I wasn't afraid of the blood that stained her skin, nor the darkness that enveloped her. In that moment, all that mattered was her, and the solace I could provide in the midst of her chaos. I felt her tremble against me, her body wracked with sobs as she sought refuge in my embrace. It broke my heart to see her in such distress, but I knew that together, we would find a way to heal.
Maybe this aura of her can scare anyone but I know what she must have gone through to become like this. She is divine, a goddess, an epitome of beauty in every single form of her, the blood on her wants me to worship her.
She is looking like a Goddess of destruction
''Riddhaan'' she mumbled against my chest, and I hummed in response. I could feel the running tears on my shirt, it is breaking my heart. People say a woman cries easily but this is not true, a woman cries when she feels she doesn't want to handle more, when she is devasted, and when she is broken beyond repair. I know one day she will reveal everything that happened in her past, I will wait for that day to arrive till I will be her strength.
"Ghar chale, Jaan" I murmured softly, my voice barely above a whisper. But there was no response, only the sound of her ragged breathing as she clung to me, seeking refuge from the storm raging inside her. I picked her up in bridal style and sat down in the driver seat with her still in my arms, she wasn't sobbing or crying loudly but I could feel her tears drenching my shirt. Her breaths were shallow, her body limp against mine, the weight of her exhaustion evident even in the dim glow of the city lights.
The journey back to my penthouse was a blur of lights and shadows, the world outside fading into insignificance as I focused on the woman in my arms. Reaching the house, I took her straight to the washroom and made her stand in the shower. I was sceptical of leaving her alone, I didn't want to leave her but at the same time, I wanted to give her privacy.
As I leaned in to press a tender kiss to her forehead, silently assuring her to find solace in the me, her trembling hand reached out to grasp my wrist with unexpected strength. Her voice, barely more than a whisper, pierced the air with a plea that echoed through the hollow chambers of my heart: "Stay."
My heart clenched at the plea, the vulnerability in her voice echoing the depths of her pain. Without a second thought, I nodded, my own resolve faltering in the face of her silent plea. With a gentle touch, I turned on the shower, the water cascading over her form, mingling with the blood that stained her hair and cheeks.
"May I?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the running water, asking for permission to remove her top. She met my gaze with a mixture of exhaustion and something else, something I couldn't quite decipher. But there was a smile, soft and fleeting, that graced her lips, a smile that seemed to carry a world of unspoken emotions. I didn't understand what was the smile for but it was a soothing smile, she was trying to search for something in my eyes maybe lust, but smiled when she found none. I know I desire her, the lust is a small part of the love I have for her, but I will never let my lust overpower me if that makes her uncomfortable.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of the meaning behind that smile, but then resolved flooded me as I understood that she trusted me, trusted me to care for her in this moment of vulnerability. And so, with a steady hand and a heart heavy with tenderness, I reached out to gently lift the fabric that clung to her skin, stained with the evidence of her pain.
"Wait here," I murmured softly, breaking the spell as I hurried into my room. Retrieving my tie, I swiftly blindfolded myself, a symbolic gesture of trust, of intimacy. I didn't need my eyes to see her; my senses were enough to her every movement, every breath.
Returning to her side, I moved with deliberate care, my hands gentle yet firm as I began to remove her clothes. The water streamed down her body, a cleansing cascade that washed away the stains of pain and anguish.
Grabbing the shampoo bottle, I poured a generous amount into my palm and began to lather it into her hair, the scent of lavender mingling with the steam that rose around us. With each stroke, I lathered her hair, my fingers massaging away the impure blood that tainted her honey locks, cleansing not just her physical wounds but also the invisible scars that lingered beneath the surface.
As I worked, I felt the tension begin to melt away from her body, replaced by a sense of calm and comfort that enveloped us both like a warm embrace. She stood before me, naked and vulnerable, yet there was an inherent trust in her gaze, a trust that humbled me to my core. I longed to see her like this someday in the future, bathed in the soft glow of morning light, her form a reflection of the love we shared. But for now, her nakedness was a symbol of trust, of vulnerability laid bare, and that was all I needed.
Giving her a warm shower, I tenderly dried the excess water dripping from her body, the soft fabric of the towel caressing her skin like a gentle breeze. With careful hands, I helped her into my shirt, the fabric enveloping her in a shield of warmth and safety. And as she stood there, clothed in my embrace, I couldn't help but marvel at the sight before me. Taking her in my arms, I carried her to the bed and gently sat her down, the softness of the mattress a welcome respite beneath us. With tender care, I began to dry her hair, the strands clinging to the towel as if seeking solace in my touch.
''Apki har ek sans par haq hai mera...apka gussa, apka pyaar, apka junoon, apki deewangi sirf meri hai... apki narazgi bhi seh sakti hu par apki nafrat par haq nahi chahti main....Mujhse nafrat mat karna riddhaan...nahi seh paungi main'' Her voice was broken, raw with emotion, and I felt a lump form in my throat as I listened, my heart aching at the pain in her words. Cupping her cheeks in my palms, I met her tear-filled eyes with a gaze filled with love and understanding.
(Every breath of yours is my right... your anger, your love, your passion, your obsession, they all belong to me... I can endure your anger, but I do not want any right over your hatred... Do not hate me, Riddhaan... I won't be able to bear it)
''Aap rooh hai humari...apni rooh se nafrat kese kar sakte hai hum...hum toh khud ko aapka bana baithe hai na jaane kab se... jab se aapko dekha hai Riddhaan Veer Shekhawat ka wajood hi mit Gaya ab bas RIDDHAAN NITYA VEER SHEKHAWAT sanse leta hai apni Jaan ke liye'' My voice was barely a whisper, my words a vow spoken from the depths of my soul. I leaned in closer, pressing my lips softly against her tear-streaked cheeks, tasting the salt of her sorrow. At that moment, I vowed to take away her pain, to shoulder her burdens as my own, for she was my soul, my essence, and I would protect her with every fibre of my being.
(You are my soul... How could I ever hate my own soul? I have become yours I don't even know since when... Ever since I saw you, Riddhaan Veer Shekhawat's existence vanished, now only RIDDHAAN NITYA VEER SHEKHAWAT breathes for his life.)
"Can I place my head on your lap?" she asked softly, her voice barely a whisper in the quiet of the room. I nodded, a gentle smile playing on my lips as I shifted on the bed, stretching out my legs to provide her with a comfortable space. With a sigh of relief, she settled herself against me, her head finding its place on my lap.
As I began to massage her hair, my fingers tracing gentle patterns against her scalp, I couldn't help but lose myself in the sensation, my mind was raging in anger but my body was calm with her mere touch.
Time seemed to stand still as I lost myself in the rhythm of her breaths, the steady rise and fall of her chest a soothing melody that echoed in the stillness of the room. And then, as the minutes stretched on, I felt the tension begin to melt away from her body, replaced by a sense of peace that settled over us like a gentle fog. Glancing down, I realized with a pang of longing that she had fallen asleep, her features serene in the soft glow of the moonlight that filtered through the window.
"I will myself drench in the blood but won't let a single patch of someone's impure blood on you" I whispered fervently, my lips brushing against her hair in a tender caress. In that moment, as I gazed down at her sleeping form, a surge of possessiveness consumed me, the desire to protect her, to shield her from harm, overwhelming all else. She was mine, body and soul, and I would stop at nothing to keep her safe.
Hey marshmallows... hope you all are doing well... Good news to me because my cousin's brother is now going to be rokafied... and this early update is only because I will be busy in shopping and the functions and all for a few days so I won't be able to update... Also, I won't be active much on Wattpad but yeah I will be active on insta... you can DM me there...And the next update which has their actual marriage will be uploaded when the chapters will reach 500 votes... I say this every single time and you guys never vote...
Okay, let's talk about the chapter do you like Nitya's way of taking revenge or it was really too much? Is she able to represent an independent female lead who is a boss bitch but still vulnerable enough to show her fragility only to Riddhaan... and in your perspective did he take good care of her or not.