Prologue:
26th June, 2014
Prithvi Raj Road, New Delhi
"Dad, I am not marrying him at all. You know I don't want to get married. Ever. We have discussed about it before right? My work, my responsibilities are my life. I don't want to be a trophy wife for some uber rich businessman. I am not getting married not tomorrow, not ever, that's it." Dressed in a pale yellow Khadi Saree with the pleats pinned to the shoulder neatly and hairs tied in a bun, a 28-year old Khushi Kumari Gupta declared looking outraged.
Shashi Gupta who was sitting comfortably in a rocking chair, stood up maintaining his calm demeanor and ordered "You are getting married tomorrow, Khushi."
"No, I am not. I am not Payal whom you can barter in your political alliances. And if you are going to force me, then I am leaving this house right now. Thank you very much for letting me stay here till now." Khushi spun around to leave her father's room, her body trembling in rage.
"Stop right there, Khushi Gupta. If you leave this house tonight, then I am going to withdraw all the financial helps and jobs that my fund has set up for the girls you have rescued till now. They will be homeless and out of their jobs because of you. Now you won't do that, do you?" Shashi challenged his daughter calmly, knowing that he is going to win definitely.
"You won't dare to do that, Dad." Khushi protested.
"Try me."
Khushi's eyes riveted to her mother who just stood there, looking defeated and tired. This time, she knew her mother won't be able to help her.
Khushi's eyes widened as her lower lips trembled in panic and anguish. It was just like 10 years ago when she felt helpless and wasn't able to save her best friend's life. That was the day she played the role of sweet and innocent Khushi Gupta for last time. In a span of 10 years, she turned her life upside down playing the role of god to abused women and peoples. She lived for them. How could she just destroy her careful built castle of 10 years in just a moment?
But at the cost of compromising with the vows and values she has set in her life? She knew what she was going to do, even if it meant destroying her own life.
"I will marry him." Her head hung low in shame as she whispered those words before rushing to her room the next moment.
She lost again. This time, it's her life she gambled.
27th June, 2014
Shiv Mandir, New Delhi
Dressed in a simple red saree with the veil covering her face entirely, Khushi sat in front of the holy pyre looking extremely pale and lifeless.
30-40 security guards and Police officers present in the empty temple to protect the two prominent political families of India from any danger were seen at every step while everyone waited for the groom to arrive.
Just when the priest was about to announce that the auspicious moment for marriage is about to pass soon, 4 black Mercedes Cars stopped in front of the mandir.
Several things happened at once.
In addition to the security already present there, 10 men armed with guns stopped in front of the 2nd car.
A man dressed in three-piece suit stepped down and hurried to open the back door, barking orders on the Bluetooth attached to his ear.
With his hand resting on the top of the door, a tall, lean man in his early-30s stepped out looking sinfully handsome in his rich black three-piece Armani Suit.
Dark sunglasses covered his eyes, giving emphasis to his chiseled, enchanting face. His lips were pressed together in a straight line, giving the only clue to his annoyance as his blank expressions refused to reveal anything.
He barely glanced at anyone as he walked forward and climbed the stairs in a hurried yet determined manner. The man who had opened the door of the car for him ran after him, instructing his men to keep everything in control.
Leaving his leather shoes at the entrance, he stepped inside not acknowledging anyone's efforts to talk to him. He sat beside Khushi at once and looked at the priest.
"Start." He ordered. And that's how the biggest failure of Khushi Kumari Gupta's life began.
Anuj Niwas, Delhi
"Wait."
Khushi stilled the moment she heard a husky, emotionless voice roaring out the single word. After getting married an hour ago and receiving a warm grihapravesh from her new mother-in-law and her Jethani-and-estranged-sister, it was the last thing that her tired mind wished for.
She turned to look at her new husband through her veil. She saw his familiar face and barely reacted.
She knew who he is and how things work for him through the media that has been one of the reasons for her refusal.
She watched impassively as he took off the garland that she had placed around his neck barely an hour ago and threw it on the floor. Her eyes flickered lifelessly as she saw him untying the knot that her sister has made with the end of her saree and the white cloth that has been placed on his shoulder by the priest before they took pheras around the fire.
She followed his movement as he turned to Anuj Raizada, his father, a famous politician and head of the biggest political party in India as well.
"Bade Sahab, I fulfilled the last item in my list of responsibilities as a Raizada heir. Congratulations on the new addition to your political party. Your Bahu will make an excellent member to your party. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go back to running my business. She is all yours." Khushi noted how her husband refused to acknowledge him as his father.
Ignoring the protests of everyone around him, her husband turned and walked out of her life like he never entered in it.
So how is it?
And everyone who has sent me pm and scraps, just wait. I will be replying from tomorrow. I had been busy very much lately.
Aditi.
Edited by uv-crazyfan - 11 years ago
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