2. Married??

Samaira was standing there still, for a moment, she heard the engine of a car and run to the window and saw her cousin sitting with a boy and rode off without even looking back. 

"Di....di.....please stop..." She yelled but she couldn't do anything. She has no idea what to do. She was just afraid now. She clutches the certain tightly to control her inner self. 

"I have to tell uncle and Aunty, ....yes,...I should.." She turned to go and found them already there with a confused look on there face, seeing her pale face.

"Where is Dhriti?" Damini asked roaming her eyes around the room, found her wedding dress on the bed, messed up the room with no presence of her daughter. 

Her uncle Ishwar Singh widen his eyes on realising the situation. He looked towards his wife, who also has a horrified expression on her face.

"This can't be happening....." In trembling voice, her uncle Ishwar said, his balance shook and about to fall but Samaira and his wife holds him and made his sit on a nearby couch. 

His heart was beating fast. His face turned pale and his body turned cold. 

"Uncle please relax, everything will be fine. Please have some water..." Samaira said blinking her tears away. She has always seen him like a strong man who stands for her always again his family. 

"Her number is switch off.." Her Aunt said who was trying Dhriti's number. She was also crying. 

Of course, she has switched off her mobile, So no one can contact her. 

Her eyes brimmed with fresh tears watching them vulnerable like this.

"Why you did this??? Di???" She said in her mind. 

"Why did you leave her alone?? I told you to be with her?? You useless girl..." She yelled at her. 

Samaira looked at her with unknown expression, how's it my fault. But she thought to keep quiet as it's not the time for this. 

"What will I say to them???

How will I face the society???" God?..." Ishwar whispered in low voice. His eyes brimmed with tears. He has always tried to maintain a good reputation in society, he always worked hard, whatever he has, he was fine with that. 

When Rajvansh asked her daughter's hand, he was so happy. He thought, he didn't earn a lot of money but he has earned respect but now it would be gone too. 

"Maybe we can talk to them. We will apologise, but you have to take care of yourself first. It may affect your health uncle" Samaira said with concern. He is a heart patient. He is not allowed to get more mental stress. 

"My own daughter didn't think about me once before doing this, here you are trying to support me." He said to her. 

Damini was walking here and there, trying to come up with some excuse or idea to cover up this situation. She has to do something before anyone could know about it. 

"Why can't we get her to marry today" Her Aunt dropped a bomb at her suddenly. She didn't know what to say, it took some time to get her words. 

Ishwar looks at his wife strangely. 

"Are you out of your mind?" He hissed to her.

"You are not getting me. If today there will be no wedding happen then we both know what will happen???" She said to him trying to clear her point. 

"Whatever happens, I'll face that myself, but I won't do this to this innocent girl." He yelled at her standing up. He starts coughing keeping his hand on his chest. 

Samaira got scared and holds him.

"Uncle please, sit out. Don't stress yourself." She said and looked towards her Aunt, "why she is doing this??"

"She is also your daughter right?? Can't your daughter do this one thing for us??? For years we have taken care of her, we did everything......" Before she could finish Ishwar yelled at her again.

"Enough....stop your nonsense or you'll see worse of me. " He said. His chest starts to ache now. His face turned covered with sweat now. 

"Aunty...what are you saying???

How it will be possible?? I'm not the bride." Samaira said with her trembling lips. 

Today again she has become the reason for their problem. Why it has been her always?

"You Shut up, Ungrateful girl. I told you to be with Dhriti. If you had listened to me then this would never have happened." Damini said in an angry tone. 

Samaira clutches the side of her dress. She looked down. She doesn't know what to do. 

"Is this really my fault??" She looked down.

"This is the time you can repay our favour. I will talk to them. 

I will handle everything. And this is a good family, we all know this. "

"If I would have another daughter than I would get her to marry without even asking her. Can't you do this???" She said to Samaira. She trying to manipulate her. 

"She will be happy there. Think about it" she said looking at her husband. 

Her constantly talks forces Ishwar to think about it. He looked towards Samaira with guilt and hopeful eyes. 

That time Samaira didn't know anything, She just knew that this family has always done everything to her. Her uncle always supported her. If it was not her uncle than she must have ended up on some street or orphanage. 

They are her only family. 

And you are supposed to do anything for your family. Right?

"Samaira, beta....I.." Her uncle hesitate. He knows he being selfish here. But he has no other option. 

"I'll marry him," she said before he could request her. She doesn't want him to request her. 

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After some hours

Samaira was sitting on the very cosy comfortable bed with her head low in someone else's wedding dress. Her face was still covered with a veil from the starting of the wedding. 

Now she is here at someone else's place. A few hours before, she got married to someone who was supposed to be her cousin's husband but now he is her husband. 

Her husband Abhimaan Rajvansh, yes...she knew his name only. She knows nothing about him or his family. Just that they are wealthy and powerful. And they can ruin her family anytime. 

She is nervous, scared and alone. How they will react to seeing her??

How will her Husband react on realising he got cheated?

She has become someone's replacement. 

She never dreamed to get married like this.

"Mumma...Papa....please help me." A sob escaped from her mouth. She is alone. Her Aunt said she will handle everything. She will come tomorrow and state the truth to everyone. 

She just wanted this to get over as soon as possible.

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"I want the presentation to be held tomorrow, and make sure everything will be ready as I said." Abhimaan Rajvansh said over the phone to his secretary. 

"What???" Is there any problem??" He said in anger. He doesn't like to repeat himself. Already he has wasted a lot of time in this marriage. He has to get back to his work soon. 

He was sitting in his study room working on his next meeting. He got married a few hours before. He was supposed to be with his wife but he has no interest in all this. 

He never wanted to marry like this. Arrange marriage without knowing the girl, he knows the girl's name and once has seen her picture also. 

One day suddenly his Granddad called and announced his marriage. It was not forced on him but he couldn't say no to him, as he always wanted his wife from their hometown. 

He never had any serious relationship except one. He was an arrogant playboy in everyone's eye. Maybe that was the reason his family wanted him to get married soon. 

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't realize his parents were standing in front of him.

"Mom Dad..what are you doing here?" He said getting up. 

"That's should be our question. You should be with your newly wedded wife, son" His mother said with a warm smile on the face. Seeing that smile, he can say his mother is happy. 

A smile broke on his lips also. If this marriage can make his family happy then he can try. May be!!

He is a good son. He can do anything to his family. 

"This needs to finish, Mom" He replied indicating his open files and stuff. 

His parents chuckled on watching their grown-up son, who is now a married man.

"We are very proud of you. You are my sweetest boy." His Mom, Arunima Rajvansh said ruffling his well-jelled hair. On which he just smiled, only his Mom can do this. This arrogant billionaire is still a momma's boy. 

"Now go, your wife Dhriti must be waiting for you." His father, Gautham said. 

"Yeah....you go. I just covered it up." He said. They nodded and left. 

He sat there quietly for some time. Thinking about his new life now. He rubbed his face and got up to meet his wife. 

Time to settle things. 

Part3 

After completing his work, he entered his room which was all dark. He noticed the decoration of flowers, flavorful candle and dim lighting everywhere in his room. He pinched the top of his nose, he clearly said to do nothing in his room but his mother has her own ways.

He saw his bride sitting in the middle of the bed, spreading her wedding lehenga all over his king-sized bed. Her face was still covered with a veil, like the whole time. 

Her breath got stuck when she heard someone entered the room. 

It's him.

She was fiddling with her fingers which she always does when she is nervous. 

"What Am I gonna do now?" 

"Get up," He said keeping his hands in his pocket. His tone was cold as always.

He saw her shifting a little. But she didn't make any move.

"I said get up," He said again in his husky voice which he trying to sound low. 

She didn't lookup. She got up slowly and release her breath which she held up since he entered the room. 

He will see my face now.

"Go and change in something casual." He said or ordered her in a sharp tone. He has no time to waste more. He has an early morning meeting to attend. 

Without giving her another glance, he lies down on the bed keeping his cell on the nightstand. He adjusts the temperature of the AC and closed his eyes. 

So many things are going in his mind. Many things, he needs to settle or discuss but it's not the time. 

Today, he is just trying to avoid the fact that he is married. 

Fuck

Here, Samaira was stunned with his behaviour. She was looking around to find the changing room and her suitcase which her Aunt send with her. 

She took small steps and entered into the washroom with her luggage. She switched on the lights and the first thing she does was remove her veil. 

She looked around with her mouth open.

This is beautiful, natural material on the floor and walls. Granite, marble all luxury. Texture wants us to touch, surrounded by velvet curtains.  

What is this??? Washroom??

Are you kidding me?

She looked herself in the mirror. She touched her partings filled with sindoor, she touched it. Her eyes filled with warm tears immediately. She saw mangalsutra in her neck, made her wear by her husband. 

She is married. She cant change the fact now. 

She wanted to talk to someone. She wanted to share her fear, her insecurity. But she has no one like always. She cried again keeping her hand on her mouth. She doesn't want him to hear her. 

She needs to wait for her Aunt to clear everything.

She changed herself in a cotton suit. She was feeling suffocated in that bridal lehenga. That was not her. 

She would have admired the beauty of that wedding attire but now it's just a burden to her, which she was forced to carry. 

She thought to spend the night on the washroom. Maybe it was her safe place. But she cant do this. 

By taking small steps. She peeped out to check. She found all lights were off, but the dim light of candles was giving a clear view to his face to her. He was sleeping on one side of the bed. She stepped a little closer and saw the most charming face of her life. 

Wow

She has never seen him before. She knows he is rich or nothing else. He was breathing steadily. His stable was giving him a more handsome and sexy look. She can see his muscled body. 

He shifted in his sleep. She immediately turned in fear. 

She cant face him. 

She didn't want to sleep on the same bed with a strange. She set on the couch, waiting for the new day. A new day to solve every problem. She didn't realize when she dozed off thinking about everything that took place today. 

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She opened her eyes and on feeling cold again. She didn't have a blanket or sheet to cover herself. She covered herself with her dupatta on feeling cold because of the low temperature of the room. 

She got confused about seeing the different surroundings but it doesn't take a lot of time to remember everything. Her heart became heavy again. She felt like crying. 

She found the room was empty. Maybe he is not here. She got relaxed. She didn't know how she will do everything. She hurriedly took her phone and called her aunt. After 2-3 rings, she didn't pick up. 

Please, Aunty, pick up

"Who are you?" 

Her eyes widened on hearing someone. She looked up slowly to found a middle-aged woman looking at her strangely. 

Samaira got up immediately. She took a few steps back. Her heart was beating fast.

"I asked you something, who are you? And what are you doing in my son's room??' It was Arunima, who came to meet her daughter in law and gave her some clothes to wear for her first day. 

She saw Abhimaan was in his gym in the early morning. She thought to go and meet Dhriti. But she got confused seeing another girl here. 

She looked around for Dhriti but got nothing. 

" I....I....." Samaira tried to answer her but failed miserably. 

Arunima saw red bangles, sindoor and mangalsutra like a newlywed bride. What's happening here? 

"Where is Dhriti?" She asked in a strict tone now. She was getting that something is fishy. 

"I don't....dont...know. She runs away yesterday" Samaira said. Finally, able to put her thoughts into words. 

"What???" Arunima yelled keeping her hand on her heart. Samaira looked down, clutching her dupatta to her life. 

"If she runs away then who got marry to my son??" She asked in a horrified tone.

Samaira didn't say anything. She has nothing to say now. But Arunima got her answer without her saying anything. 

"Oh, God!!" Her legs literally got paralysed on getting this shocking news. Her daughter in law run away. And someone else got married to her son. 

By taking fast steps, she runs away to tell everyone. Her son's life got destroyed just like that. 

Samaira put her palm on her mouth while crying. She has been just crying from the last 24 hours. And she has no idea, how much has still she needs to cry. 

"Mumma.....please save me" She whispered. 

She heard some yelling and shouting. 

"I have nothing to do with this mess. Send her to her house now or I'm calling the cops." 

It was her husband who was yelling on the top of his head. She can sense the tension. He was calling the cops.

But I have done anything??

She heard the furious steps coming to the room. She got scared. "Is he going to kill me?" 

She looked around to save herself. She hides behind the curtains holding them tightly. 

This is the first day of her so-called marriage and last day of her life.