●Khushi's P.O.V.●First, Darsh tricked me, and then he kissed me without my permission!! It was my first kiss ever! Well, at least that's how I remember it. And Darsh stole it by force! That son of a b****!Darsh had me more than prepared to murder him, but it was nearly impossible to escape his hold. He had beastly strength. With one hand on my waist and the other on my neck, he drew me in to make the kiss deeper.I persisted in pushing him, but deep down, I knew I had wanted this for so long. Thus, finally, I caved in and allowed him to have that one moment of his own will."Why am I so weak against him?" I asked myself inside my head but got no answers.A long minute passed, and at last, Darsh moved away."You're disgusting!" I mumbled, catching my breath."I can be anything for you, honey." Darsh extended his hand, and his fingertips touched my cheek."Did you eat strawberries a while ago?" He smiled at me and asked."Ho-how did you know?"Darsh leaned closer and whispered in my e
●Khushi's P.O.V.●I quickly showered before heading downstairs. Midway up the staircase, I suddenly stopped walking as I noticed the scene in front of me.The mansion's living room resembled a whole shopping centre. I rubbed my eyes twice to confirm that I was watching the right thing."Khushi ma'am?" Sia called me from the living room, sweating."Huh...?""Why did you stop there?""Eh..for nothing." I started walking down the stairs again.The store managers raced over to me as soon as I set foot on the living room floor. And I noticed that they were all from stores where I would have never thought to even consider purchasing a handkerchief. They sold clothes at the rate of diamonds!"Mrs. Sinha, we have the latest collection for you." A store manager said."Ma'am, we have bought the special edition collection for you. We know Mrs. Sinha deserves the finest." Added a different female manager."Take a look at our collection, ma'am. We are the best, as everyone is aware." And again, an
●Khushi's P.O.V.●I noticed a significant number of reporters waiting immediately outside the airport as I exited."Is any celebrity travelling today by flight? Why are there so many of them?" I pondered as I walked slowly out of the airport.But the moment I stepped outside, every journalist surrounded me and began peppering me with a variety of questions. And I realised they were all gathered here to interview me.They are here for me? Why? Don't tell me they are here for me because I am the wife of Darsh Sinah? Geez! I felt horrible about getting crushed by the journalists."Good day, ma'am. It's nice to see you back here in Kolkata.""Why have you decided to come back to Kolkata all of a sudden?""How long will you be staying here?"Those questions were casual, but I felt suffocated, surrounded by them. They grew closer despite my attempts to avoid them. Invading someone's personal space was now extremely disrespectful.I was on the verge of yelling at them when I saw that three
● Khushi's P.O.V. ●"Now it's our turn to have some fun." The man continued as he reached for us with a handkerchief in his hand while keeping his unblinking gaze fixed on my eyes.I concentrated all of my effort and pushed the man till he fell to the ground, wailing."He—" I attempted to scream, but one of the thugs grabbed my hair and lifted me off the ground before I could. I tried to hold Mandira's hand, but I couldn't."Di??" Mandira cried as someone else held her back.The man clamped my mouth shut with his left hand as he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you dare be that overly smart or.."I attempted to throw my hands and feet to get free, but I was unsuccessful. The man who was grabbing me was way stronger compared to me. He continued to yank me away from Mandira.Then he paused as a wicked smile approached his lips. "Go to sleep now, Princess." He finished his sentence as the other man from earlier tried to place the handkerchief on my mouth again. I was certain that the h
●Khushi's P.O.V.●"Why didn't you file a complaint to the Police? It is a crime!""Di, I can't do that!" The tears rolled down her cheeks."My wedding is in a few days. It might be called off if word gets out! And you know that if that happened, Papa would kill himself! He puts his respect above everything for." She continued, crying."Mandu, hear me out first!" I tightened my hold on her shoulder and shook her. She finally looked up at me."Do you have any evidence to prove that he is blackmailing you?""Huh?""Do you have any evidence to prove that your ex is blackmailing you? Any chats? Call recordings?""But di—""Just tell me!" I stuck to my point. Mandira gave the empty space a long minute of silent attention before shaking her head."Shit!""But, Di, I told you I can't—""Mandu, I'll manage the Police! I'll make sure no one knows what happened, but we definitely need some proof." I said, trying to think of a way out."A-are you sure?" With hope, she enquired."Yes. I think I ca
●Khushi's P.O.V.●"I've liked you ever since we were kids, Khushi." He confessed while gloss formed in his orbs. "Why didn't you wait for me?"His palm approached my face gradually until his cold fingers caressed my cheek."I am sorry for leaving in a hurry, but I had planned to return victorious so that I could have you without any obstacles.So, I could ask Uncle Aunt to approve of your marriage to me without any difficulties." Sushant stated as the teardrop rolled down and remained on his cheek."But I never imagined that you would suddenly fall in love with another person and wed him without even informing me about it." He added. His words were dripping with pain."Why did you do it, Khushi?" His voice started trembling. "Why?"Except for one time when his dog passed away many years ago, I had never seen him so devastated.In our neighbourhood, Sushant was the serene and brilliant child every parent wished for. In contrast to me, who was an average child, he never caused trouble,
● Darsh's P.O.V.●"You don't have any meetings for today, Master Darsh." As he examined the Notepad screen, Uncle Hemant said."Hmm.""Master Darsh?""Hmm?""Are you anxious about anything?" Uncle Hemant asked."Why do you ask?" I asked him, looking up at him in curiosity."You seem to zone out too much these days. I thought you might have been stressed over something." As he took the seat across from me, he continued."You could say that I'm a little anxious. Khushi was attacked by a street gang." I explained as I poured my glass of wine."What?" Uncle Hemant gasped. "How is she? How did it happen?""Calm down, Uncle Hemant. She's alright. I've dispatched three bodyguards to keep her safe." I stated before sipping my wine."Aaah, thank God!" He sighed, and his expression relaxed gradually."Yet I feel that something is off with her. Perhaps, someone wants to harm her." I explained as I turned to face the glass window.With an orange tinge in the sky, the sun was setting to the west.
● Darsh's P.O.V.●I instantly dialled a number after exiting the airport and getting into the car. I mentally envisioned every possibility that may occur if Farina and the crew were unable to locate Khushi and my heart ached from beating so vigorously the entire flight.And it turned into the most frightening and uncomfortable trip I had ever experienced in my entire life after I immediately left Chennai and boarded my jet to Kolkata."Hello! What is the situation there?" I asked as soon as the line was connected after a few rings. My voice came out almost as a yell. The moments it took Tony to reply seemed like an eternity, and they were long enough to drive me insane."The situation is under control, sir. We found her. She is safe." He informed me.My body became light all of a sudden. I briefly felt lightheaded until a rush of relief swept over me. She is safe. Thank God. Thank God."But..." Tony paused. His remorseful tone was enough to bring me back to the brink of making unpleas