PUNISHEMENT...CHAPTER 1

A tall man in a impeccable black suit stepped out. Everything was in order. His expensive blazer crushed against his toned body and all three buttons stood proudly buttoned, not a thread out of place. His leather shoes gleamed from newly purchased shoe polish. Each stride echoed and spelled out menace. The sinister sky welcomed him. It was his night. It was as if the clouds washed away just to be protected from him. It was as if the shining sun set just to avoid him.

After his dictations, the gate opened. He was home.

This was not his home; Home was were the heart lay. His heart was somewhere else. Irritably he silenced the thoughts in his head. She was not right for him… She deserved it. That is how he veiled the guilt from himself every night. Would it work again?

Slowly, others descended the spiral of stairs to meet his hard steel eyes. The house illumination shone dimly tired of the pretence. The majestic walls which once struggled to hide laughter now struggle to stand.

"Choted..Come have your lunch; you must be tired" Droned on Anjali Singh Raizada. A lot had happened to the saint of the women and now she was a devil in disguise. The evils she had committed were ones worse than the devil itself and began that day. She limped her way into the seating room as the quiet soldiers sauntered behind her. Time had been frozen.

There was nothing to talk about. What could they talk about? However, in the secrecy of his or her minds each family member itched to mention only one name. Khushi.

How could they? Her name, her picture, her likes and dislikes were banned in this house. The only reminder of her was the memories and Anjali's Karan. Little Karan cried from upstairs and Anjali went off to cradle the two month old. She paced up the stairs.

All in the house disapproved of Khushi but everyone has that guilt eating away on them. What they had done was not right; especially to a pure soul like her. The same excuse was used when talking about her 'It was for her benefit. She was crazy. She was a husband stealer'. Even the angel within Anjali interrogated the devil on this basis but the devil ALWAYS fought back.

You would have thought that the smart chocolate-eyed lover of Khushi would have seen sense. However, for his disabled sister even he bowed his head. He bowed his head so low that he couldn't see the truth. All he could see was the past of his sibling.

Anjali slowly marched down the stairs singing lullaby's to Karan. Karan still cried.

Anjali sighed at her quiet family. It had been like this since that day.

***Flashback

"Take her out of my house now chote!" Screamed Anjali.

Before Arnav could react Khushi picked up a glass vase containing dead roses planted by her ex-beloved.

"I just want what's mine back...I will do anything for it..Give it to me NOW!" The vase drops and shatters. Gasping everyone steps back. Fatigue takes over Khushi's body and she hits the concreted earth. Arnav's hands itch to edge forward but Anjali stops him.

The ASR unleashes.

"Take her away" Were the last words he ever said to her before he dictated her imprisonment.

***Flashback finished.

Precap:

"Come with me" A voice calls out of the darkness.

"Who are you?" Khushi cries back.

"Your savior"…

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