THE EXTRAVAGANT (Rishbala FF)

Prologue

Tisha was sitting around the corner of the room calmly enjoying her strawberry juice when Priya walks in...

"OMG Tisha, you aren't ready yet. Your Dad's going to kill me today"

Priya quickly picked up her mobile and called the best beautician from city who was supposedly coming earlier but Tisha cancelled the appointment thinking she would get ready by herself.

Priya panicked all over the place taking out the expensive bridal wear, jewellery, everything out for the designers so they can get the princess ready for her marriage.

"Everything looks messed, I want to pull my hair. Its 7pm Tisha" Priya rushed from one corner of the room to the other calling few helpers...

Tisha got up in her shorts and loose t-shirt... Her hands full of bridal henna... "What's happening with you Priya? I am getting married, not you" Tisha said lazily yawning and looking out of her lavish seventh floor.

Priya shook her head as usual "I shouldn't have trusted you for this. Now Mr Gujral will kill me"

"Don't worry Papa won't say anything" Tisha picked up another drink when Priya took the bottle and kept it on the table "enough Tisha"

Priya picked up the huge designer Lehnga "wear this fast..."

"Don't you think it's too heavy for me?" Tisha said checking her nails...

Priya wouldn't listen to her anymore, she was happy finally Tisha was getting married to the most richest man whose the Prince of some estate, and she would be relieved from being her personal assistant. "We don't have a choice Tisha"

Priya almost begged in front of the princess to wear the Lehnga.

After few minutes five females were allowed in the luxurious chamber of Tisha Gujral, the only daughter of Mahender Gujral who was famous for his wealth and royalty.

The Media and Press were waiting for one glimpse of the Royal heiress. People of the town who had seen the princess occasionally knew she was famous for her tantrums and beauty.

Tisha finally got ready after much effort by 9pm...

"You know Priya...no media..." Tisha signalled and Priya got nervous, she had seen media already wanting to cover this news...

Priya quickly walked down to some security guards "no media should come in front of her highness"

Priya was confused since morning, it was not easy to handle Tisha if she goes mad at her... but it was just a matter of few more hours and then she would be handled by the Prince, hopefully...

The wedding took place in one of the big and famous palace of Raigarh Estate... This news was already out a month ago in the newspaper. Tisha avoided any media or press and this was her final warning, because of which she had to study abroad her whole life...

She looked carefully at her in the mirror "Perfect" she said to herself

Finally Priya came to call her downstairs as the wedding rituals were about to start...

Tisha smartly lifted her heavy Lehnga and walked towards the lift... Priya knew she won't step on the stairs...but that was alright. The weight of the Lehnga was more than she could actually handle so two girls were behind to help the Princess carry the Lehnga...

Tisha walked towards the centre of the stage when the rituals started. Priya looked at the clock. Tisha sleeps by ten and here it was already ten. Priya shook her head and sat next to her.

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Her Marriage?

Priya watched Tisha's closed eyes and tried to wake her up by pushing her little with her arm...

"Tisha, wake up and at least look at your husband" Priya tried to make Tisha sit straight

Somehow the ceremonies were done and Priya took a sigh of relief as Tisha didn't complain. Everyone was seated for the lavish dinner. Priya had already created an excuse to let Tisha go and rest in her room while the guests can have the food.

Priya made sure she packed everything in two big suit cases for Tisha. Finally she will be taking a relief, Tisha was still sleeping with her huge wedding dress when Priya came to wake her up "Tisha, it's time to leave"

"Umm...let me sleep" Tisha murmured

Priya somehow helped her get up "you Father, Mr Gujral is waiting for you downstairs...lets go"

Twenty cars were waiting for the departure to Rajasthan's Royal Palace...

Mahendra Gujral finished his meetings with the press and took some pics with his Son-in Law Rishab Raj Sisodia the most handsome man who had numerous females drooling over him. One of the most successful businessman of the year and the only heir of the royal Sisodia family.

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Tisha slowly opened her eyes, they were still travelling "why do we have to go by car?" she complained almost dreadful...

Then her eyes fell on the man driving the car, extremely handsome who looked at her once, then concentrated on his driving.

"I am asking you, are you so lame to answer my question?" she annoyingly looked at him.

Getting super annoyed himself Rishab couldn't digest a girl calling him lame and that too his own wife...God, she will be the royal queen of his estate...

He drove faster without looking at her...

"Are you hard of hearing? Can't you answer" she shook her head in despair, then tried searching for her mobile... "Where's my damn mobile?"

"I need some water..." she complained... "This drive is causing me headaches..." she pressed her head with her hand then noticed a big bun still sitting with numerous pins... "Oh God, what are you punishing me for?" she moaned

Rishab understood by now that the damsel was not easy to handle but he kept on driving, he loved driving and that was the reason he didn't had any driver for his own car.

The royal cars followed the Prince... as he drove towards Rajasthan. No wonder he loved long drives and expects his wife to love the same.

Tisha tried to take the pins out but finally after much struggling she came to a conclusion that she can't do this, as it might hurt her.

She kept on muttering and the handsome gentleman wore his expensive headsets with loud music...

"Hopeless, really?" she looked at him but he didn't paid any heed to the gorgeous girl...

She watched this for few minutes as her anger steamrolled up higher, now to a point where only Priya could control her. She pulled off his head sets and screamed in his ears making him stop the car

"Are you bloody mad?" he scowled at the girl whose cheeks were scarlet, eyes were red in anger and tears almost sitting on the edge to fall off...

"No, listen to me" she said pointing at his chest "you're supposed to be my so called... husband"

He frowned a little at her doubts...of course he was the husband

"Do you even know the meaning of husband?" she kept her hands on her waist

Rishab couldn't imagine, he looked at his expensive watch... it was 3am in the morning and she expects him to understand something at this hour.

Rishab had no clue what to do except hitting his head on the stirring wheel... He always enjoyed his long journeys so beautiful without any lass troubling him...

"Tell me" she gaped at him "and this...so called imperial dress is making me so uncomfortable"

"Well, then take it off" he blurted and she widened her eyes... this time more in shudder

He looked at her from top to bottom, she was indeed wrapped in expensive bridal wear,

"Really? I was told not to change until I reach your estate so your people can look at me..."

For the first time Rishab felt wedged, should he run away or ignore her, or listen to her list of grievances.

Does he have a choice? He regretted the date when he agreed to marry this royal beauty without even meeting her once.

Goodness sake, what the hell does she need, he thought of finally chopping all her emerging complaints in one shot by taking out his gun.

"Well, Tisha right?" he guessed if he was saying the correct name

Forlornly she shook her head, "Yes, Its Tisha Gujral"

He wanted to correct her... "No, Tisha Rishab Raj Sisodia"

"What?" appallingly she made a face

No way, she's not going to have such an old long name...but this was not important at this hour

"It's Tisha...anyways yes"

With knitted brows, and gathering patience from ubiquitously around he took a deep breathe, controlling his temper he looked at her "would you please tolerate for another one hour and twenty minutes your highness"

Feeling little victorious after hearing the words from the man who was making her angrier, she calmed down a little "do you think we will reach in short time"

Rishab scratched his stubble a little, was this silly splendour trying to challenge him or doubting on his driving, he gave a fake smile "please leave that on to me your highness, Tisha"

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Her Elitist Attitude

Tisha opened her eyes looking at the big palace adorned with flowers and people wearing colourful clothes ready to welcome her.

She glimpsed around the huge gardens and the big aluminium gates. This palace was much bigger than her bungalow.

Two girls dressed in tight black skirts and blazers opened the door for her highness. "Good morning Ma'am"

Tisha was impressed, this was something not so expected after talking to the so called prince of this estate. She simply nodded and walked in with her heavy dress that was now helped by the girls.

She was finally relieved, as all the rituals were done by some elder lady of the house since Rishab's Parents were no longer alive and the Prince's marriage was decided by his uncle in America who had seen Tisha since childhood.

Tisha was nicely taken to her elegant room... the moment she stepped in her eyes widened at the decorations...

"Your highness, warm water is ready for bath" said one of the girls...

Tisha was indeed surprised at the response "well done"

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Rishab walked to his chambers, still dressed in his wedding suit he checked all his important work.

"May I come in chief" Bittu Ji stood at the door waiting for a response

Rishab frowned at him "so bloody late, where were you?"

"Sorry Chief, I was stuck with the other marriage rituals"

Rishab stared at Bittu Ji "don't bother about that anymore. It's done, Surya Uncle wanted me to tie with chains"

Bittu Ji giggles "sorry Chief, but we have to take her highness for the village programme, held by the people of your estate"

Rishab kept his hand on his head, he shook his head "Get out Bittu Ji"

Bittu Ji smiled as this was a green signal from his chief who not only looked tired but also extremely frustrated. Bittu Ji couldn't make a difference if this was because of the marriage or something else.

Rishab walked towards his room when he saw few girls standing outside the room "what's this commotion for?"

The girl bowed in front of the prince "sorry your highness, we are waiting for the orders"

"Orders?" Rishab couldn't understand

"Your highness, Tisha Ma'am has asked us to stand at the door and wait for their next order" the girls said still looking down at the floor

Rishab ran his hand in his hair "Ok, now I want you all to disperse"

The girls obeyed and quickly walked downstairs...

Rishab walked in when his eyes fell on a girl siting on the couch with her eyes closed. Two cucumber slices nicely sitting on her eyelids, her brown silk locks falling at the back while she kept her feet in the electronic massager water tub wearing a silk gown.

"It's not a time to relax. We have to go. Get ready" Rishab ordered and walked to open the wardrobe

Tisha didn't move an inch, even though she heard his instructions but she never listened to anyone, she was indeed never used to heed to anyone.

Least bothered she started humming to relax herself when his frowns deepened even more, he was used to people listening to him and obeying his orders but here his own wife was not at all concerned about what he says.

"Tisha" he shouted this time... "Are you deaf? Get up and throw these cucumber slices away."

Not having more patience in her blood she finally took off the slices from her eyes and stared at the handsome man shouting at her with all his frowns visible clearly on his forehead "stop yelling. I need peace" she said throwing off the slices and the small towel around her neck.

"Wow, you need peace? Are you serious?" Rishab angrily threw his clothes on the bed...

"I am very serious, and now let me make it clear Rishab Raj Siso..." she went thinking

"Sisodia, and mind it we are royal family of Rajasthan" he pointed his finger at her...

Angrily she hold his finger "don't show this finger again"

Rishab was now getting angry at the beautiful girl who was holding his finger, instead of releasing his own finger he grasped her hand tightly

"Leave my hand" she snapped

But he didn't obey her this time, she tried to fidget "are you deaf?"

He grabbed her hands behind her back getting closer "Leave my hands, you're hurting me" she frowned at the angry man who intimately held her closer to himself ...

She looked up staring in his eyes, still trying to fidget but he didn't leave her instead she felt his hands squeezing hers tightly

"Leave me I said...what are you doing?"

"Sshh." he said coming closer to her mouth "enough of your silly acts"

"Acts?" she repeated angrily...

"I have no charm to take you out with me, it's because of the people who have organised some event for you that I have to take you along. Otherwise you're most welcome to place as many slices of cucumbers as you want" he gazed in her eyes...

Tisha was in no mood to fight at this stage, her hands were already tied up with his strong hands, plus he wants him to take somewhere in the village... oh no, she thought. He's making fun of her "what do you mean as many slices?"

"I mean what I said" he whispered coming closer to her mouth...

Her fair face turned scarlet in no time, either in fear or nervousness or her own anger she failed to find out the exact one... "I wish I would slice you instead"

A little smile crept on his lips, still holding her hands with his one hand and the other hand slowly crept on her thin waist making her wonder...

She saw him moving his forefinger over her cheek then moving her silk string at the back of her ear... he placed his finger under her chin "Slicing me is going to be hard for you, Tish"

Her frowns deepened more and more but she couldn't do anything. There was something stopping her, he had strongly held her so close to himself that she couldn't move. "Now get ready as we have to reach on time" he whispered in her ear. Both gawked at each other for few moments before he released her...

She quickly looked at her hand and wrist while he walked towards the bathroom...

"Monster" she murmured and quickly picked up her phone to make a straight call to her dear daddy...

After few bells...

"Where's dad...?" she yelled over the phone "Hello...hello??"

She couldn't believe her Dad had left for an overseas meeting and given his phone to his secretary... "What the hell" she murmured then threw the phone away...

"I am not going to stay here. No way" she said to herself but then she thought something and dialled Priya's number.

"Listen Priya... I am coming back. This man..."

"Listen Tisha, you cannot come back. The press is still here, your marriage is an international news. If you come back like this, your Dad's reputation will be ruined..."

Tisha cut the phone "Oh God..." she wanted to hit herself ...

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