I was jolted out of my sleep by a knock on the door. "Who is it at this time?" I muttered to myself, disoriented. I glanced at the clock and my eyes widened in shock - it was almost 5 o'clock! I couldn't believe I had slept for so long. My mind instinctively went to my father, and I thought, "Papa will definitely scold me."
But then I remembered that I was no longer in that suffocating environment. A smile crept onto my face as I realized I was finally free.
I made my way to the door and opened it, finding a lady standing outside. "Mam, room service," she said, and I understood that she had come to clean the room.
I felt a bit nervous, as I always did when interacting with strangers. "Can you come when we leave?" I asked her, trying to sound polite.
The lady nodded and said, "Ok, mam," before leaving. I closed the door and stepped back into my room, feeling a sense of relief.
As I looked around the room, I couldn't help but think of the events that had transpired since my wedding. The people who had come with Anant ji had made me feel uneasy, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was in a strange and unfamiliar world.
But for now, I was safe in my room, and that was all that mattered. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing thoughts, wondering what the day ahead would bring.
The darkness that suddenly enveloped my room was like a suffocating shroud, wrapping itself around me like a living entity. I felt my breath catch in my throat, my heart racing with fear. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my mouth went dry as the memories I thought I had long buried came flooding back.
A shadowy figure began to take form before my eyes, its presence seeming to grow more menacing with each passing moment. I tried to scream, but my voice was barely audible. "No, no...stay away..." I pleaded, my words trembling with fear.
My legs gave way beneath me, and I fell to my knees, scrambling backward in a desperate bid to escape the horror that was unfolding before me. "Please...don't...I didn't do anything..." I begged, my words dissolving into sobs.
But the figure kept coming, its presence relentless and unforgiving. My back hit the wall, and I curled up into a ball, hiding my face in my knees as the tears streamed down my face.
Just when I thought all was lost, I heard a voice calling out to me. I looked up, hoping against hope that it was someone who came to rescue me. But the figure loomed over me, its face twisted into a cruel smile.
I tried to raise my head, the figure's hand shot out, striking me across the face. I felt a searing pain, and my head spun as I fell to the side. I curled up into a ball once more, my body shaking with sobs as the darkness closed in around me.
The light flickered back to life, the room's door swung open, and a figure rushed towards me. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as he enveloped me in a warm hug. It was all I had wanted in that moment - to feel safe and protected.
But as the darkness closed in around me once more, I felt myself slipping away, my consciousness fading into nothingness. I was vaguely aware of my head pounding with pain as I slowly came back to myself.
As I opened my eyes, I was met with the sight of a person sitting in front of me. His face was disheveled, and I felt a surge of fear course through my veins. I scrambled backward, trying to put some distance between us.
The person said something, but I wasn't listening. I was too caught up in my own fear and anxiety. But then, I heard a voice - a voice that was like a warm hug on a cold day. It was a voice that made me feel safe and comforted.
I turned towards the voice, and as I did, I felt myself being drawn towards the person. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly. It was like being reunited with a part of myself.
As I opened my eyes, I saw that it was Anant. He was smiling at me, his eyes filled with warmth and kindness. I felt a sense of comfort and security wash over me, and I knew that I was safe.
I learned that we were finally going home, and a wave of excitement washed over me. I was going to be reunited with my family and my familiar surroundings. The thought filled me with joy and anticipation.
As we sat in the car and began to move, I felt a sense of unease creeping over me. It was as if someone was watching me, stringing me along with an unseen thread. The feeling was unsettling, and I couldn't shake it off. But with Anant by my side, I felt a sense of comfort and security that I hadn't felt in a long time.
As we arrived at the airport, I was struck by the sheer size of the plane before me. My jaw dropped in awe, and I couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen a train in real life, and now I was standing in front of a massive plane. Or so I thought.
Anant ji's friend corrected me, "This is not a plane, it's a jet." I felt a surge of excitement and wonder. And then I learned that it belonged to my husband. I couldn't wrap my head around it - was he really that rich?
As I asked him if we would be going home in the jet, I couldn't help but bite my lip in nervousness. But his response sent a chill down my spine. "We are not just you," he said, looking away from me.
I felt a tremor of fear in my heart, but I gathered my courage and asked, "Where?" Deep down, I was in pain, knowing that he was sending me away alone.
"Australia," he replied, his tone final.
I felt like I had been punched in the gut. Why was he sending me there? Why wasn't he coming with me? My subconscious mind mocked me, "Why would he want to keep you around? You're just a burden to him."
I bit back my tears, not wanting to cry in front of him. "Okay," I said, trying to sound calm.
But his next words were like a knife to my heart. "Go and sit in the plane, this is your passport. Go to Australia, complete your studies, and never come back."
I felt like I had been abandoned all over again. Why did everyone want to leave me? My parents had left me, Barfi had left me, and now he was sending me away too.
As I walked towards the jet, I couldn't help but wonder, "Why does everyone want to keep me away? Why did they even bother to meet me in the first place?" The pain and sadness threatened to overwhelm me, but I took a deep breath and stepped into the jet, leaving behind the only life I had known.
I was lost in my thoughts, tears streaming down my face as I grappled with the pain of being sent away. The voice of the flight attendant cut through my sorrow, announcing that we would be taking off soon. I felt a fresh wave of tears well up in my eyes as the jet began to move.
Fear gripped my heart, and I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the takeoff. But to my surprise, the jet stopped moving, and I opened my eyes to find a lady standing before me.
"Mam, the plane is cancelled. You can come outside," she said, her voice firm but gentle.
I narrowed my eyes in confusion, my voice barely above a whisper as I asked, "What?"
The lady repeated, "Mam, sir cancelled the plane. You can come outside, sir is waiting for you."
As soon as her words registered, I felt a surge of hope and joy. He hadn't sent me away after all! I quickly got up and ran towards the door, eager to escape the confines of the jet.
I emerged from the plane, my eyes scanned the area, searching for him. And then, I saw him, standing a short distance away. I ran towards him, throwing my arms around him and holding him tightly.
"I was scared," I murmured, my face buried in his chest.
"It's okay," he replied, his voice soothing as he stroked my head.
I could hear the rapid beating of his heart, and it was a comforting sound. For a moment, everything else faded away, and all that mattered was that he was holding me, and I was safe.
Dhruv pov-
I stood there, looking Vaani close, I couldn't help but think about how she had simply said "okay" when I told her to go to Australia. I had expected her to ask questions, to protest, to show some emotion. But all she had said was "okay".
I thought to myself, "Why didn't she ask me why I was sending her away? Why didn't she question my decision?" But deep down, I knew that I didn't have a good reason for sending her away. I had just been trying to protect myself from getting too close to her.
I handed her the passport, I had wanted to see her eyes one last time. But she hadn't looked up at me. I had told her to go inside the jet and take a seat, and then I had come back to my car, feeling a sense of relief washed over me.
But as I sat in the car, I couldn't shake off the feeling that my heart was heavy. Anant came and sat down beside me, and the driver started the car. As we sped away from the airport, I could sense Anant's anger from the speed of the car. But he didn't say a word to me.
I thought to myself, "Why isn't Anant saying anything to me?" But my subconscious mind mocked me, "And why would he even say anything? Do you even listen to him?" I ignored the voice, knowing that it was just my own guilt and self-doubt.
As we headed back to the hotel, I knew that we would be taking the helicopter from the rooftop to go home. But my mind was still reeling from the events of the day. I sent Vaani away? And why did I feel so empty and hollow now?
My subconscious mind began to taunt me, "Imagine, she is in her hostel room and suddenly the light goes out." I tried to reassure myself, "Then what, there will be many people in her roommate also there hostel, she will have to take care of herself."
But the voice persisted, "If really there is really no one with her, then?" A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Vaani being alone and vulnerable.
My subconscious mind continued to torment me, "Ok, ok, but imagine her friends took her with them for a club and somewhere some boy approached her, then?" The thought sent a wave of fear coursing through my veins.
I tried to push the thoughts away, "She will not go anywhere." But the voice in my head was relentless, "If she really goes, then?"
And then, the unthinkable happened. My subconscious mind whispered, "I'm not saying she will go, but imagine she is in between some boys and they are forcing themselves on h......"
I couldn't take it anymore. I screamed, "Stopp!!!" My car screeched to a halt, and Anant looked at me with concern.
I took a deep breath, my heart racing with fear. "Move back to the airport," I instructed, my voice shaking.
I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had made a terrible mistake by sending Vaani away. The thought of her being alone and vulnerable was unbearable. I had to go back to her, to make sure she was safe.
As soon as I gave the order, Anant turned the car around and headed back to the airport at an even faster speed. It was as if he had been waiting for my instruction.
I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed the pilot's number. "Cancel the flight now," I ordered, trying to keep my emotions in check.
The pilot hesitated, "But sir..."
I cut him off, yelling at the top of my lungs, "I SAID CANCEL THE FLIGHT!" The pilot reluctantly agreed, and I ended the call.
I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had made a mistake by sending Vaani away. She couldn't even stay alone in a hotel for a few hours, how could she possibly survive on her own so far away? I couldn't take the risk.
we arrived at the airport, I saw her emerging from the jet. Her eyes scanned the area, searching for someone, and then her gaze landed on us.
She ran towards us, and I assumed she would hug Anant, but instead, she shocked me by wrapping her arms tightly around my waist.
Her head reached my chest, and I struggled to control myself, not wanting to hug her back. But her grip only tightened as she whispered, "I'm scared."
My heart was racing like a bullet train, but all I could manage to say was, "It's okay." I was stuck in my own emotions, unsure of how to react.
But as her grip tightened further, I knew I had to separate myself from her. I gently pushed her away and instructed Anant, "Now we'll go back by jet." Anant nodded in agreement, and I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises the day had in store for me.
The jet took off, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had unfinished business to attend to. "I'll be back, Rawat," I thought to myself, my eyes fixed on Vaani, who was chatting with Anant like they were old friends.
I got up from my seat and sat down next to Anant, feeling a pang of possessiveness. "What's your name?" Vaani asked Anant, who smiled widely and replied, "Anant."
I felt a surge of irritation. Why was Anant always smiling at my... wife? No, not my wife. Responsibility. That's all she was.
Vaani turned to me and asked, "How is your name?" Anant intervened, "His name is Dhruv, not Anant." Vaani's eyes sparkled with recognition, "Means you sent that food to me?" she asked, and Anant nodded.
But Vaani didn't say anything further, instead, she turned to look out the window. Was she pouting? And why?
Anant whispered to me, "She will catch evil eyes. Don't look at her like that." I glared at him, feeling a bit defensive.
As we arrived at our destination, I knew I had to keep Vaani's identity hidden from the world. She was Mrs. Dhruv Rajvansh only for me, but for the world, she was Ms. Rawat. I had to protect her, not just from the world, but also from my own family.
As we made our way to my apartment, I couldn't help but think about how I would explain the situation to my family. I had to keep her true identity hidden, at least for now.
Vaani was my forced bride, but I had to make sure that no one else knew that.
Yes,she has to hide because she is Forced
'my bride but forced,
"my forced bride "
Vaani pov-
As I sat in the jet, I couldn't help but think about the name Dhruv. It was a nice name, but something didn't add up. "Wait a minute," I thought to myself, "if his name is Dhruv, then he's not the one who sent me food."
I turned to him and asked, "Means you sent me food?" He nodded, and I felt a pang of confusion. I started looking out the window, trying to process my thoughts.
I couldn't believe that he didn't even care about me. If Barfi were here, I would have hit him hard on the back, but I couldn't even do that to Dhruv. I remained silent for the rest of the journey, lost in my own thoughts.
As we reached our destination, we had to take another ride in the car. I didn't say a word, just kept looking out the window. I had never been outside my house except for exams, and even then, I had to sit with my head down. But now, no one was stopping me from looking around.
we arrived at Dhruv's home, he opened the door, and I took two steps back in shock. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The grandeur, the luxury, it was all so overwhelming. I felt like I had entered a different world, one that I didn't belong in.
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