Memories : Riansh SS - Chapter 5 pg 20 (13/01/21)

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Originally posted by: Amekha
Maniii 🤗🤗
Sach mein Itna acha story hai?? 🤔
Tumhe pasand aayi, Ye mere liye Bohut Badi baat hai 😳

Vansho ko punish karna meri maksat hai jo har haal main mein puri karoongi 😈
Aryan vansh ki side hai. Bhai se Bohut pyaar karne laga hai ab 😆

Next update tonight or tomorrow morning 👍🏼

Amekha🤗

Haa...sachi me mast story hai...❤️

Mujhe kal pehli baar hi pata chala ki tum OS Aur SS bhi likhti ho

Intezar rahega update ka...

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Posted: 4 years ago

#72

Hello everyone 😁

CHAPTER 3

It was around 6pm when Vansh and Aryan, returned to their home from office. Angre had called Vansh while he was at office and asked for more time. There was a lot of information he had to gather.

Vansh had been highly disappointed. He needed his Riddhu back asap but still agreed to Angre's demand.

If Angre has been having trouble finding the truth then there really had to be a big issue. So with a heavy heart vansh agreed to wait. He had waited 3 years for his Riddhu, he could wait a couple more days. Angre promised him that he would return within 2 days and he'd have proper proof in his hands.

Aryan had also tried finding out about her on internet. But his efforts had been mostly futile. All he could find was that Samara Sinha, born as Samara Rajvanshi, belonged to a royal family and that she owned a huge designer label, Vallete.

Aryan couldn't find any pics of Samara Sinha or the royal family. The sites that reported these news didn't look that reliable. Sure, SR label actually existed, Ishani being one of their loyal customers but there wasn't actual proof if Samara Sinha was the CEO or it was all just speculation. Vans there wasn't any base to this news and decided to dismiss it. They better wait for Angre.

As both Aryan and Vansh entered their house they saw Dadi busy packing gifts and ordering the servants around.

"Please be careful with that, it might break."

"Smitha keep that set of gifts in the car"

"Raju, make sure no gift is left behind."

Aryan went and sat near his Dadi.

"What's going on Daadi. Have you started some sort of gift shop business now."

"Aryan this is for Mrs Tiwari's NGO club. We are distributing it to the school children. So I'm having these delivered to her today."

Dadi looked at her dear grandson Vansh who was walking towards his room. She didn't know what it was, but she could sense some sort of change in his behavior.

It was like her Vansh wasn't sad anymore. Sure enough he didn't exactly look happy but at least he wasn't wallowing in sorrow and right now that's all that mattered to her. It's good he is recovering. Baby steps she thought.

"Vansh" she called to him.

"Yes Dadi" he turned to look at her standing on the stairs.

"Do you remember what I told you last week. That you will have to come with me to the ngo club. Everyone comes there with their family and it looks weird when my family isn't with me. Pls vansh."

Vansh looked at his dadi softly and nodded his head. He could never say no to his dadi.

"Aryan what are you still doing her. Go and get ready then." She chased her other grandson towards his room.

"But Dadi I'm so tired after work."

"Aryan Pls don't make any excuses."

"Aryan, go get ready." He heard his brother's voice coming from upstairs and immediately ran to his room.

The whole Raisinghania clan arrived at Tiwaris farmhouse. This is where the ngo members frequently met for discussion and charity functions. All the top families of Mumbai were involved in this NGO.

"Ma why is this while place decorated more than usual." Chanchal asked in confusion looking around at the bright lights that adorned every inch of the wall and the trees.

"Anita told me some new member has joined. Maybe this is to welcome her. What was her name?" Dadi tried remembering what Mrs Tiwari had told her. "Ahh... Pranati Shukla. She is apparently some big activist. "

The whole family walked into the big auditorium and seeing them Anita Tiwari got up from her seat and walked towards them.

The whole auditorium was decorated splendidly. Round tables and chairs were placed across the room where everyone saw with their families. Everyone's attention was focussed to the front if the stage.

"....So that's how we have decided to go ahead with this project. I once again thank you for your support." A woman was speaking from the big dias at the front of the room.

"Welcome Chandrika ji. Wow your whole family has come with you. Welcome Welcome. We are so glad you all could join." Mrs Tiwari reached near them with a warm smile on her face.

They all exchanged pleasantries and Chanchal got right to the point.

"Who is this new member Pranati Shukla."

"Pranati Shukla nahi", she shook her head laughing "Parvati Sinha".

Aryan and Vansh stood shocked hearing that name. They looked at each other wondering the same thing. If this woman was related to Siddharth Sinha in any way.

"That's her on stage." Mrs Tiwari continued, "We are so honoured she agreed to join our NGO club. She is a famous social rights activist and also fights for the education of young girls in rural areas."

"Please take your seat. I'll introduce you to her at dinner." Saying so she gestured them to sit at the table reserved for them placed near the stage.

"Can't wait." Aryan replied sarcastically that was only heard by vansh.

The whole family took their seats and saw that the woman, Parvati Sinha had stopped talking. The sound of applause broke through the the hall for her.

"So any questions." Parvati Sinha asked gently looking at her audience.

A man got up,

"Mrs.Sinha we are so glad you have joined our NGO. So low are you hanging to be with us? Has your family permanently shifted to Mumbai?"

"Thank you. Thank you all for this warm welcome on your behalf. I'm so glad I could join this NGO that does a lot of good charitable work."

"You see my dear father in law is getting old and he wants to spend the last years of his life in his ancestral house. He was getting quite paranoid in Delhi. We thought shifting to Mumbai would be better for his mental health and so well have shifted here.

She said with a broad smile on her face.

"Mrs Sinha is it true you are looking for a bride for your younger son". A lady got up rather eagerly and asked.

"Haha no he is still a kid at heart. Let him grow up a bit."

"Mam, what you did for those kids in sargar was so inspiring. What do you have to say about the great work you've done?" A young man at the back asked.

"I'm afraid I can't take the credit for that. That credit solely goes to the other Mrs Sinha. You know, the prettier, smarter and braver version" she laughed gesturing towards a table "my lovely bahu Samara."

"Samara, Sid please come onto the stage." She called to the people seated on a table to the right of the Raisinghanias. Two people got up on hearing her their names being called. Their back was towards the RasiSinghanias and Vansh couldn't see their faces.

But he knew very well who those people. He didn't have to look. He felt his cool composure fade.

He had been so careless. He was distracted by Mrs Sinha's presence that he hadnt noticed those two people were also present there.

Vansh cursed himself. It was too late to get his family out of that place. He won't be able get dadi out of here soon enough. He waited in misery for the big reveal.

And sure enough, "Riddhimaa" dadi softly muttered placing a hand on her heart. She looked like she was going to have a panic attack.

"Vansh, it's my bachi, she is here vansh." She looked with shock at her grandson.

Vansh grimly looked at her not knowing what to say. How was he supposed to manage this situation? He knew that knowing about the Sinhas would affect her badly. Yet he has been rendered helpless now.

He turned to look at the rest of his family and saw them all sitting there like statues. Fear and shock clearly etched into their faces.

Vansh slowly turned his head towards the stage. She was standing in a long, midnight blue, sleeveless gown looking like a damn queen. Even though he had met her last night and she had claimed to be someone else, seeing her like this again broke him.

He watched as her hands slowly entwined with that Siddharth's hand and she started speaking onto the microphone.

But Vansh couldn't hear a word of what she was saying. His mind had become all fuzzy. His heart thudded in pain with its each beat. His breaths started becoming shallow like he had forgotten to breathe. His eyes started brimming with tears on their own accord. He thought he might collapse on the floor due to the agony he was in right now.

His Riddhima. She is here. Here, in his presence.

So near, yet so far.

The sound of applause rang around the room and broke his reverie. He slowly regained his composure. He reached for a tissue and slowly wiped the sweat off his face. He saw Parvati Sinha was back at her table whereas his Riddhima and that wretched guy stood on the stage smiling.

He fisted his hand in anger. He knew he wouldn't be able to take this much longer. He already felt his control weakening. He had to do something fast. He had to get his Riddhima back.

This original update was too long. So I decided to post the remaining as next part. Pls stay tuned. 😆

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/155504848

Edited by Amekha - 4 years ago