• Tum saath ho ya na ho kya fark hai,

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Riddhima's POV :-

"Aur kaha kaha chua hai usne tumhe, Tumhari marzi se....."

His harsh words were echoing in my ear. It felt like someone was putting hot oil in my ears... What did I even do? How could he think something like this about a girl...

His words were ringing in my ears again and again. I tried to close my ear and stop the voices but No... I could still clearly hear him....

"Kitno ka bistar garam kiya hai Riddhima?"

I took a pillow and tore it to calm myself. But No. Nothing was working. This inner turmoil wasn't ending.... Taking another pillow I tore its cover and shredded the cotton inside it. Tears started flowing down from my eyes as my mind played the vision of incident that happened just few minutes before.

I was namecalled. But my Mother? What was her fault. Why did that devil dragged my mother in between?

"Ganda khoon humesha Ganda hi rehta hai..."

How easy was it for him to say something like this? Because of me, He pointed his finger at my dead mother. Can he stoop more low? 

I took hide my face in a pillow and cried. The voices were ringing in my ear like a tinnitus... I didn't know how to stop them.

Getting up from the bed, I opened the drawer of side-table and took out my mom's photo frame from inside. Closing the drawer, I sat on the floor and rested my back against the edge of bed...

I'm sorry Maa.. Because of me, people are saying bad about you... Because of me, they are insulting you...

I spoke carassing the photo frame of my mom in which she was smiling. Her smile is so beautiful. Just like me....

'"You are just like your mother. Characterless and vicious"

His words rang in my ears once again..

I couldn't become a good daughter Maa... Your Riddhu failed today. Your Riddhu failed to bring smile on your face.... I'm sorry Maa. Please forgive me....

My Tear drops started falling on the photo frame, wetting it.

"Tumhari Maa ko khud pata nahi tha wo kiske sath soyi thi...."

This was the worst thing someone ever said to me about you Maa. I grew up listening that I'm reflection of my mother. If you were really that bad, then why people loved you so much. Why no one loves me Maa? Why I always have to crave for everyones love and attention?

My eyes grew wide when I realised what I was saying.. Everyone....Everyone loves me but Vansh.....

My cries grew louder and I started hiccuping...

Why did you leave me alone in this world? Why didn't you take me with you? I'm missing you so..so much today... Please take me. Please take me with you.....

I hugged the photoframe and cried loudly... I felt like my chest muscles are getting tight... I rubbed my chest and tried to breath... Closed my eyes and took frequent breaths. But nothing was working....

My heart started palpating more when I realized I have finished all the capsules of inhalers. I'm going to die... Maa granted my wish... It's impossible for me to survive this long night without the inhaler.

A sudden wave of fear surged inside me. I'm dying. I don't want to die... I want to live... I can't die like this... Nooooo..... I want to make my Maa proud of me. My story can't end like this...

I tried to get up for opening the windows so that air could enter the room, but a sudden pain shoot inside my abdomen. I closed my eyes tightly keeping one hand on my stomach. My body started aching terribly. That's when I gave up and waited for death to engulf me.... Till then, I have to suffer through this pain. May be its my punishment for bringing bad name to my mother.
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Vansh's POV :-

Sunrays from the glass pane of window entered in room and hit my eyes. I tossed on bed, and then opened my eyes unwillingly.

Lifting the duvet from my body, I sat on the bed. My head was still aching due to the tequilla shots I consumed last night.

Getting up from the bed, I took my clothes from the closet and went inside bathroom to take shower.

Coming out with a towel wrapped around my waist, I took another towel from wardrobe and wiped my wet body. I picked up a white shirt that was kept on bed. Just then my eyes fell on the anklets that were lying in the corner of room.

What are they doing there? Suddenly, the scene of how I took out anklets from the drawer and threw them angrily on floor last night flashed before me.

"Oh shittt....."

I facepalmed remembering the events that took place last night. I screwed up for big time this.

"What did I do? How could I?"

I questioned angrily looking at my reflection in the mirror as I remember how I behaved with Riddhima. My own words echoed in my ears....

"But it was her fault. She thought she could trap Vansh with her innocent look. No. Never...."

I reasoned, but somewhere I knew it was not enough to justify my action. Two wrongs can't make one right. I felt ashamed remembering the words I used for her.

"What's wrong with you Vansh? How could you say something like this?"

My conscience accused me for slutshaming a girl. I have never behaved this way even with my flings who were with me just for my money. I thought that 16 year old impulsive  Vansh is dead. But No. That Vansh is still alive inside me.

"What has gotten into me? Even I slept with many girls before meeting Riddhima... So why am I not able to accept the fact that Riddhima might have been in...."

Even the thought of her in someone's bed is burning something inside me. Why have I started feeling so obsessed with Riddhima all of sudden... This obessession is getting dangerous. I'm not even able to stand the thought of her being with someone else. God knows what I'll end up doing if my doubt about Kabir and Riddhima comes true. Kabir, Better keep his pants up...

"No. Even if she is a trap, she is just mine... And Vansh doesn't share what belongs to him"

I'm ready to let her play with me, if that's all it takes to cage her in my love. At the end, She will have to stay loyal towards me.

Kyuki Duniya janti hai, Vansh dhokebaazo ke sath kya karta hai...

(Because the world knows what I do with cheaters)

"For me to become Riddhima's future, Kabir has to become her past"

I said with determination looking at my reflection in the mirror and started buttoning the shirt.

Dhoke ke aukaad nahi ki Vansh ka Mazaak bana de.

(Betrayal can't mock Vansh)
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Aryan's POV :-

"Bhai, Aapko kya lagta hai kal raat kya hua hoga?"

Siya asked putting butter on the bread with a knife. I rolled my eyes at her.

"Puch to aise rhi ho Siya jaise tumhe Vansh Bhai ke ghusse ke bareme nhi pta"

I said irritated. I was worried when Sejal called and informed me about how everyone was thrown out of bar except Riddhima... I left from office and asked Sejal to message me address details. I was in midway to the bar when Sia informed that Vansh Bhai came  back with Riddhima and He is looking so furious. I reversed the car immediately and drove back to home.

When I came back, Siya had creases on her forehead indicating how much worried she was. I went to her and sat on knees near her. She was crying silently. I took her hands in mine and asked what happened. Wiping her tears, She narrated how Riddhima went missing at midnight and then how Vansh Bhai got her mobile sim card traced and then how he brought Riddhima back in Mansion dragging her by arms... What shocked me most was when Siya told me that Vansh Bhai has ordered all the guards to not let Riddhima set even a foot outside this mansion without him.

I was mad when Siya informed me this. First thing I wanted to do was go and shout on Vansh Bhai. Knock him some senses that Riddhima is not his toy. He can't control her like this. Agreed that Riddhima did a mistake by going with Sejal without informing anyone, But that doesn't give Vansh Bhai a license to chain her. He can't cage her like this... She is Riddhima, and not Ruby to follow his commands.

But I also knew that If I interfered between them last night, Vansh Bhai would have got more angry. And when Bhai is angry, it really becomes difficult for him to control his actions. Ask me, I have seen how Vansh Bhai broke his classmate's teeth in interval just because he interfered between Bhai and a school leader's fight.

I wasn't worried about me. Sejal would have anyways said me yes even if I lose my one teeth. But Riddhima... I was afraid that If I angried Bhai more, he might have hurt Riddhima... Not physically though. His words are enough to pierce others heart.

I don't know what happened between Bhai and Riddhima last night. I wanted to check Riddhima's room once, when she didn't showed up at breakfast table. But I was afraid... I was ashamed of myself for not standing for someone whom i always considered as my sister. If my fears come true, and Vansh Bhai have really hurt Riddhima in anyway, then I don't know how I'm going to face her... If Vansh Bhai hurt Riddhima ,then He'll have to meet Riddhima's brother Aryan.

"Sshhhh.... Bhai is coming..."

Siya whispered looking at Vansh Bhai from the peripheral vision.

"Good morning Bhai..."

She wished him when he walked to the dining table.

"Good morning...."

She repeated once again when Vansh Bhai didn't respond. He was looking around as if searching something or i guess Someone. If I'm not wrong, I know whom his eyes are searching for.. 

"Kya hua Bhai. Kisiko dhund rahe ho?"

(What happened bhai. Are you looking for someone?)

I deliberatily asked. Bhai shaked his head.

"No.. No. Aryan You eat. I have to attend an important call. Excuse me"

He reasoned and went upstairs while pretending to talk with someone on phone.
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Vansh's POV :-

Ughhh.. Why the hell didn't she showed up for breakfast? Is she still sleeping? But why do you care Vansh. Let her do whatever she wants to.

"This girl is such a attention seeker. "

I huffed annoyed and ascended the staircase . She knows the art of diverting everyone's attention to her very well. Riddhima and her sick game won't ever stop. I thought she is different. I might have misunderstood her... Different, my foot.

But why am I getting restless. Why Am I feeling this sudden urge of seeing her face?

Mujhe aisa kyu lagrha hai kahi kuch galat horha hai....

(Why am I feeling like something is not right... )

I have never felt this restless before. My legs seem to have mind of their own as they started walking towards Riddhima's room. I was surprised when I found myself standing in front of the slightly ajar door of her room...

I raised my hand to push the door but immediately withdrew it. Something was pulling me inside the room but my brain stopped me... I was in dilemma whether to walk inside her room or just leave from here...

The more I was thinking, The more I was getting confused. So without thinking anything, I lifted my hand and pushed the door revealing the slightly dark room...

"Why are the lights still off?...."

I questioned myself in a low voice looking around. Though it was 9 in the morning but her room was dark compared to the other times. The windows and curtains were still shut and lights were off...

But where is Riddhima? My brain questioned as I didn't find her in the room. Did she elope once again?  Goddam this girl. No, this is not possible. I have ordered every fucking guard to not let her step outside without me.....

My trance was broken by a low key sob.

"Riddhima....."

Her name unconsciously left from my mouth. My eyes started searching for her in the room.... I noticed the switch board, and turned on the lights....

What I saw next froze me on spot. Riddhima was sitting on the floor hugging her knees. She was still in the same gown that she was wearing last night.
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She was sobbing continuously. Her body was trembling with fear... He immediately went to her .

"Riddhima....."

He called her name but she was not responding. Her eyes were staring into nothing and her body was pale as if she has seen a ghost...

"Look at me....."

He panicked looking at her condition and cupped her face to make her look at him.

"Why are you sitting like this? Get up.."

He shouted agigated when she didn't respond him. The emptiness in her eyes was killing him. The sobs that were escaping from her lips made him feel guilty.

"For God sake Stop this drama"

He shouted on her face to earn a reaction from her but it was as if she wasn't even aware about his existence in the room and his words were falling on deaf ears.

When he was about to shout more on her, his eyes fell on the bottom of her gown... It was stained in red... His eyes grew wide as he saw blood stains on the floor.

"Oh my God. Riddhima.... Mere taraf dekho...."

He grabbed her chin making her looking at him. It was the first time Riddhima looked in his eyes since he entered in her room...
Taking her hand in his, He examined both of her wrists.

"Tum..tumhe kahi lagi hai kya... Dikhao mujhe"

(Are you fine? Show me where you are hurt?)

He checked her hands and then cupped her face and inspected her. There was no sign of physical injury, then this blood... From where did it come.....

His eyes widened when he realized from where it might have come. He immediately look at her gown and noticed that only the bottom part was stained with blood....

He clenched his eyes in embarassment.

"Riddhima, Get up...."

He ordered and tried to make her stand but she jerked his hand and murmured something which he couldn't understand.

"I said get up Riddhima"

He shouted. She flinched at his tone...

"Mai.. Mai mar jaungi. Maa.. Maa bhi aisi hi mari thi... Mai bhi mar jaungi...."

(I'm going to die. My mom died like this only. Now even I'll die)

Her sobs increased more. He didn't know how to console her. Never had Vansh ever consoled a crying woman.

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Vansh's POV -

"Have you gone nuts... Kya bol rahi ho tum.."

I asked shocked. How could she even relate two unrelated things ...

"Maa... Maa ka bhi khoon nikla tha... Phir woh mujhe chodke chali gyi... Mai bhi mar jaungi...."

She spoke looking at her blood stained dress... Her voice scared me. I felt like I was talking to a zombie....

"What the hell.... Tum ... Tum utho yahase. Get up dammit. "
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He didn't know how to handle these situation. Whether to console her or shout on her. A shiver ran down her spine hearing his loud noise. She looked at him scared. For a second his eyes soften looking at her condition. He could feel she was going through lot of physical and mental pain. He wanted to hug her and console her that he is there with her.... But his ego came in between. He couldnot take out the images of Kabir with her from his mind. The more he remembered their proximity, the more it made him angry....

"Mai mar jaungi..."

She kept on repeating these words as if someone has casted a spell on her and she has lost control over herself. Her body was still shivering with fear. He could see her fingers that were trembling. Her forehead and neck was covered with sweat...

"Dekho meri taraf. Kuch nhi hoga tumhe, Ok?"

Holding her face in his hand, he tried to make her look at him. But she was continuously staring at a small blood stain that was on the floor. He tried to speak to her, stroked her hairs, rubbed her back just to calm her down but looked liked Riddhima was lost in another world. She was continuously staring at the blood clot and sobbing....

"This is your own menstrual blood dammit..."
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Vansh's POV :-

"This is your own menstrual blood dammit..."

I lost my cool and shouted at her. The more I try to be patient with her, the more she tests my patience... Why is she behaving as if she didn't had menses before? And no girl on this planet dies because of menstruation.

"Menstrual blood hai Riddhima... Shant ho jao."

I tried to make her understand. All of sudden she started coughing. She tried to speak something in between her coughs but I couldn't understand anything. I was completely clueless. My mind stopped working for a second seeing her out of breath. She was trying hard to catch breath.

"Saas...saas nhi aarhi... Kholo...."

(I... I can't breath. ...Open.....)

She pointed at the window, I went and opened the windows and curtains fully and came back to her. Taking her in my arms, I rubbed her back. I could feel her body trembling in my arms. How did she even land up in this condition? Is this because of my words? This feeling was itself killing me. Her tear covered face was the last thing I wished to see...

"You use inhaler right. Where is it?"

I remembered seeing inhaler in her hands many times. She has Asthma, Siya informed me once when I asked her about the same.

"Pta nahi...."

She responded making me angry. What... What does she mean by pata nahi? Did she lose it somewhere? How can she become so careless? What if something happens to her?

"What do you mean by pata nhi?"

I almost shouted but seeing her condition, took a long breath and calmed myself. Panicking her more is the last thing I intend to do right now....

"Relax Relax. I'm not shouting on you...."

I said lowering my tone. Taking out a handkerchief from my pocket, I wipped her forehead and neck. I looked into her empty eyes and started rubbing her chest with my palms to reduce the tightness of her chest muscle....

"Feeling good now?"

I asked when I saw her breaths getting normal.

"Hmm...."

She replied closing her eyes and rested her back against the bed.

"Get up now. You need to change"

I said and tried to make her stand but she refused to budge from her position.

"Pet...pet dukh rha hai"

(My Stomach is paining)

She muttered closing her eyes. I bent down and lifted her in my arms. Her hands automatically encircled around my neck as I walked her into the shower.

Making her stand under the shower head, I took a step back.

"Don't lock the door from inside"

I warned before walking out. What if she start feeling breathless behind the closed doors.
...I can't handle her again... Only I know how difficult it was for me to handle her few minutes back.
I looked down at my white shirt which was tainted with few blood spots now. And I don't know why, I didn't feel anything bad about it.

Forty-Five minutes and this girl is still inside the shower. Is she OK? What if she experienced asthma attack once again? Shall I check?

I knocked the door of bathroom not once but thrice. But no response came from inside. Fear strickend me... All bad thoughts came running to my mind and without wasting one more second, I pushed the door forcefully.

Walking inside the bathroom, I pushed the white curtains of shower room. What I saw behind the curtains frustrated me

"What the hell... "

I barked seeing Riddhima sitting under shower in the same position she was sitting outside few minutes back. Her clothes were still on, and she was staring at the floor.

"Van...Vansh"

My name escaped from her lips when I barged into the showerroom...

"Tumhe ek baat baar baar kyu bolne padti hai. Karna kya chahti ho tum.... Are you trying to make me feel guilty?"

(Why do I have to repeat the same thing for you again and again? Why can't you understand in the first go itself? Are you trying to make me feel guilty)

Why can't she understand that seeing her like this was killing me? I'll rather prefer a peaceful death than dying out of guilt. Her tears are making me go crazy. I know whatever I have said to her was wrong in everyway, but she can't punish me like this...

"Guilty aur tum..... Guilty hote to mujhse nazare milane ki himmat nahi hoti tumme Vansh"

(Guilty and You? If you would have been really guilty, you wouldn't have dared to meet my eyes)

She mocked smiling lowely. Her smile felt like a taunt. Hearing her taunts was much better than seeing her cry like the world is going to end.

"So everything was drama. Right? I knew it... I fucking knew it...."

I provoked her just to get her reaction. It would be better for her to speak and vent out her anger on me. If her anger remained stagnant inside her heart for more time, it would become harmful for her. Her lips needs to say the things that are going on in her subconscious mind...

She got up from the floor and rested her back against the bathroom wall and closed her eyes as if trying to breath quietly....

"Mujhe mere haal pe akela chod do. Just leave from here"

She said calmly. But I wanted more reaction from her. I wanted to see her outburst. She needs to vent out everything. Slap me, beat me,I'm ready for whatever it requires to bring her back to normal. This emptiness in her orbs that use to be filled with smile once is making me feel ashamed of myself. I did so much to leave that 16 year old impulsive Vansh behind. But my One wrong action, brought that Vansh back to me... One bad memory is enough to ruin everything. I doubt if anything could ever become normal between me and Riddhima...

If not like sweet, loving Vansh,  then as ruthless The Vansh RaiSinghania, I'm going to keep Riddhima forever with me....

I tried to touch her cheek, but she shoved my hand and glared angrily at me...

"Dur raho mujhse. I despise your touch Mr Vansh RaiSinghania..."

Though her words were hurting me, but the fiercess in her act at this moment was making my heart swell with pride. She is behaving just like me... Just like Mrs. RaiSinghania. Cold and Ruthless...

"Apne aap se nafrat hone lagi hai mujhe"

(I hate started hating myself)

She said and I couldn't stop myself from coming close to her. She can hate me, But I don't allow her to hate herself.

"You think I'm a whore whom you can touch whenever and wherever you want to?"

She shouted pushing me forcefully. I stumbled before maintaining the balance. This infuriated me. Not because she pushed me, but she fucking used that word for herself... How dare she?

"Don't you dare use that word again"

I took a step towards her and and spoke in a dangerous tone as if warning her to never abuse herself. I can't ever hear that word being used for her...not even by herself. Now I could feel how disgusting she might have felt when I slutshamed her last night. Those were not my words. But Ishani's, who poisoned my brain against Riddhima last night before I left for bar.

"You used more adjectives for me last night, remember?"

She reminded me the exact thing that I didn't want to remember. "Characterless", "Vicious", and what not.... I closed my eyes angrily feeling disgusted at my own thinking.

My eyes opened with jerk when i found her hands gripping the collar of my shirt.

"Till now I was quite because I was scared of you. Lekin kisiko itna bhi nahi Darana chahiye Mr. RaiSinghania ki uska dar hi khatam ho jaye"

She said gripping the collar tightly in her fist and looking in my eyes. Since I returned from London, This was for the first time I saw fire in her eyes which could burn anyone.

"Shup up. Just shup up..... Be a good girl. Wash yourself , changes your clothes immediately. Don't get on my nerves, I'm telling you....."

I shouted because thats the only language she understand. My request, love and care feels alien to her.

"Nahi karungi.... "

She answered back as if she was on refusing spree. Denying every damn thing I ask her to do... But she thinks she can outsmart me?

"So, you are not going to change?"

I asked smirking. When she didn't reply back, I knew what to do....

Pulling her towards me by her shoulder, I snaked my one arm around her waist while my other hand cropped up to her cheeks. Resting my fingers at the nape of her neck, I pulled her neck closer to me and leaned down...Our nosetips touch against each other. Heat radiating from her body gave me made feel warm. I smirked looking at her. The one who was talking non stop few seconds back was speechless now due to my proximity. Our lips threatened to brush against each other.

She placed her hands on my chest and tried to push me but I caught her both the hands locked it above her head.

"I'm going to kiss you...Take breaths in between, Ok."

I informed before fusing my lips with her. Eyes closed, lips fused, heart beats accerated ,breaths shallow.... I tried to go slowly and nibbled her lower lip. Grabbing her hairs in my fist, I inclined her head in a proper direction and pushed my lips more on her. She parted her lips. I smiled in between the kiss and released her hands. She surely hates me, but her body loves me a lot and I can feel that...

She grabbed my shoulder blade as I entered my tongue inside her and deepened the kiss... Placing both of my arms around her waist, I swiftly changed our position without breaking the kiss. Now My back was against the wall of shower and she was in front of me.

I chewed her lips, sucked them again and again. Grabbing the shower handle, I rotated it by ninty degree. Soon, water started falling from the shower on both of our body, wetting us completely. Water droplets running down our faces added to amazing sensation.

Though she wasn't reciprocating the kiss, but wasn't opposing it either. And for now, this much is enough for me to continue...

I slowly crept my fingers across her back. She arched her back in between the kiss as if she could feel the burning of the skin of her back as my fingers grazed it... My fingers travelled upwards ,and rested on the zip of her gown..
Grabbing the zip in between my fingers, I pulled it downward forcefully , thus breaking it.

Riddhima's eyes widened in shock.

"Yeh..yeh kya karrhe ho.... Vansh stop...."

She panted and spoke in between the kiss. I left her lips And let her breath. Her chest heaving and she was hyperventilating. I can never get over this scene. Messy Riddhima after a steamy kiss is a sight to see...

"Now you don't have any option"

I said forwarding her hand and keeping the broken zip on her palm. She realized what just happened and pushed me hardly.

"You are monstor. I hate you ...."

She shouted still panting. But her red flushed body was saying another story.

"Good. Keep hating me"

I said with a smirk before walking out of the shower room.
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Riddhima's POV :-

Shameless, pervent person. What does he think of himself, Huh. How could he kiss me just like that... And that too because I denied to changed clothes. How could someone be so shameless. Can't even respect the privacy of a girl. He himself might not remember how many times he has barged inside the bathroom while a girl is bathing,
and slut-shames me... Height of hypocrisy. Bloody Dik..... No no Riddhima, no need to stoop to his level. Abusing someone is not your thing.

"Black or blue..."

I heard voice from outside. What is he still doing in my room? Will this man let me bath peacefully? God, i want to throw this conditioner on his head. Such a desparate fellow.

"I asked black or blue? Which pair of inners  are you going to wear?"

His words shocked me. I gasped at the audacity of this man. How dare he... Wrapping a towel around my naked body, I walked towards the bathroom door and opened it slightly just to peep from inside.

He was standing in front of my wardrobe. And looking at the clothes inside it. Shitt man. My inners are in the outer shelf itself.

"Don't you dare touch them..."

My heart literally come upto my mouth when I saw him extending his hands to take out my inners from the hanger.

"Sorry you are late. I'm selecting black one for you...."

He said taking out the hanger of black inners from my wardrobe. I closed my eyes in embarassment. Never have I ever felt this embarrased before.

"Umm... Where did you keep sanitary pads?"

He asked without looking back. Thank god, he doesnt know that I'm watching his activities from inside the bathroom.

"Pata nhi"

I responsed. Him touching the sanitary pads is the last thing I want to see right now. God, how much more embarrassment will I have to face today?

"Inhaler nahi pata. Sanitary pads nahi pata... Pata kya hota hai tumhe?"

He shouted throwing my clothes angrily on bed. But then what I saw boiled my blood like anything. He was throwing my clothes one by one on floor to find sanitary pads.. Within a minute , half of my wardrobe was lying on floor.

Finally , he found them in a locker. I myself don't remember when I hide them there....

I closed the bathroom door tightly when I found him turning back.

"Ye lo...."

His voice came from outside...

"Nahi chahiye"

I shouted loudly from inside. He thinks by being nice with me, I'll forget how he lashed out at me yesterday... No never.

"I said take this clothes...."

His voice boomed. But when I didn't open the bathroom door even after his several calls, he got infuriated

"Open the door and take this Riddhima. You won't like it if I entered inside and hand these to you"

Ughhhh... Stomping my foot, I opened the door slightly and extended my hand from inside. He placed my clothes in my hand and I closed the door immediately....

My anger grew looking at the clothes he handed me. Black top, with black pair of inners and a sanitary pad...

"I'll wear clothes selected by him.... In his dreams"

I said angrily before discarding those clothes in the laundary bucket. 
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Precap- 

"Tum kabir se milne nahi ja sakti.."

"Lekin Kyu?"

"Kyuki maine kaha hai..."

"Dekho Kabir Hospital me hai..use gundo ne..."

"Janta hun"

"Tum mujhe rok nahi sakte..."

"Kabir ko hospital me milne jana hai, ya hum sab ke sath Maasi se milne Patiala jana hai? Decision is yours, sweetheart"

"Matlab...."

"Mom and Dadi ne hum sabko Patiala bulaya hai. Aur hum sab abhi isi waqt ja rhe hai.  Ab ye faisla tumhara hai tumhe kiske paas jana hai...."

"Family ke paas ya Kabir Ke Paas"
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A/N :- New track (marriage track) will start from next updater.... Something different. :)

This was a requested scene by a reader. Sorry, if i disappont you. Woukd try to write better...

And about updates, so yes, let us decide a day... Tuesday would do. I'll update every tuesday (except during exam period). Suppose I fail to update on tuesday, feel free to dm me. I may not reply to all... But it really pushes me to write fast.

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