Chapter Nineteen

She was dressed in bridal wear, pacing around in her room, glancing up at the clock. She was to be down for the wedding procession in an hour, and who she had been waiting for hadn't arrived yet.

Looking down at her phone, she sighed. No calls either. Then she heard something outside of her window and she smiled widely, knowing that the person she had been eager to see had come.

She ran to the window and pulled aside the curtains before opening it and spotting Randhir who had climbed up a pipe. He entered her room through the window and looked at her, completely expressionless.

"Don't you dare," he told her seriously, "Sanyukta don't you dare cancel your wedding."

She rested her hands on his chest, running them down to his stomach before holding on to his waist gently.

"I'm not going to cancel my wedding Randhir," she told him innocently, "I told you already."

He placed his hands on top of hers and slowly removed them, his expression now stern.

"Sanyukta you're taking advantage of my niceness," he told her. "I'm not going to be nice to you anymore."

She continued to look at him innocently, and held on to his hands.

"Randhir," she said, letting go of his hands and cupping his cheeks. "I want you to know that I am not going to cancel my wedding... destiny will."

"Oh yeah?" he responded, clearly not convinced. "Destiny will? Fine... then let destiny cancel it, but don't drag Vidhushi into your wedding drama. She doesn't deserve that."

She leaned closer to him, her lips moving closer and closer to his, but Randhir grabbed her shoulders to stop her from coming too close.

"Sanyukta, what is wrong with you?" Randhir asked.

"Nothing," Sanyukta said innocently. "I'm glad you came."

She smiled at him, her hands falling to the sleeves of his shirt. She wanted to do nothing else but lean into him and just be held by him, but she knew that he wouldn't allow for that... not yet anyways.

"Sanyukta, what are you trying to do?" he asked her, sounding frustrated. "Please, tell me what you're planning."

"I told you Randhir, nothing," she told him and looked up at him happily.

"Look Sanyukta, if you don't tell me what's happening, then I'm going to wait downstairs and see what's happening and trust me I will make sure this wedding happens," he told her, completely frustrated by her lack of response.

"Why do you want me to get married Randhir?" she asked him, her voice steady, "If breaking this wedding has no repercussions for me, why do you want me to be unhappy?"

"I don't want you to be unhappy Sanyukta, I just don't want you to use other people for your own benefit," he said to her.

"Yeah right," she said with a pout, "You just want me to be unhappy."

Randhir held onto her shoulders even more tightly and pulled her back.

"Sanyukta," he said, gritting his teeth, "If that's what you want to hear, then so be it. You can be unhappy for all I care, but you better marry Parth. I'm not joking. I will make sure it happens."

Then he let go of her and she stumbled back a few steps as he turned around to leave through the window.

"If you have the guts then leave out the door," she told him, almost smiling smugly.

"You think if Parth sees me leave your room he'll break your marriage? He's not going to Sanyukta," Randhir told her coldly, and then he opened the door and stormed out of her room as she smiled.

She picked up her phone and texted Randhir.

You left something... come get it.

He was back in seconds and as soon as he returned, Sanyukta closed the door and fisted his shirt in her hands, her bangles clinking loudly. He looked down at her hands with awe and she pushed him back hard as he hit the wall.

Her lips were on his in a matter of seconds, his arms circling around her waist. She kissed him passionately, as if it was her last, and he kissed her just as hungrily, until she pulled back for air.

"What did I leave?" he asked, sounding confused.

"Me," she told him hoarsely. "You left me."

"Sanyukta, we've already had this discussion," he told her, pushing her hands off him as he turned around to leave from the room, but she caught hold of his arm.

"Randhir, I'm in my wedding outfit... and you're here," she told him, sounding sad. "Don't you want to love me?"

He turned around to face her and held her cheek with one hand softly, as his free hand caressed her bare waist, causing her to shiver.

He bent down to place a soft kiss on her neck, and she gripped the back of his shirt tightly.

Then he took a step back, smiled sadly at her and said, "No."

Turning around, he walked out of the room and closed her door behind her, leaving her to fall on her bed, her palms pressed against the sheets, feeling like her plan may not work out after all.

As Randhir walked down the hallway with a sigh, he noticed a little figure by the shadows, as if she was hiding.

He walked over to her and fell to his knees, holding her shoulders. She looked anywhere but at him.

"Shraddha," he said softly, but she refused to look at him. "Can I ask you for a favour?"

"I don't want to talk to you," she retorted coldly.

Randhir smiled sadly at his daughter, but she continued to look away.

"Can you make sure your Mommy is happy?" he asked her softly. "After she gets married to Parth uncle."

"Why do you care?" Shraddha snapped, finally looking into his eyes. "You hurt Mommy... why do you want Mommy to be happy?"

He lifted his hands to cup his daughter's face, and she stood in front of him numbly, not reacting to him.

"I'm sorry Shraddha. You have a good reason to hate me, but I need you to do this task for me," he told her.

His daughter sighed and finally relaxed, letting her shoulders fall.

"Fine! But how?" she asked.

"I want you to make your mommy fall in love with Parth uncle," he told her, knowing it might be a long shot. "I want you to do whatever you can."

"Fall in love?" Shraddha asked, her eyes wide. "How can I do that? You can't make someone fall in love with someone daddy!"

"By making sure they're close, I know you're a big girl and you'll understand what I have to say. Shraddha, what I want you to do is create situations where they always have to be together... whether that means locking them in a room... or telling Parth to get her chocolates," he mumbled, feeling his own heart breaking at what he was telling her.

"Daddy, can I say something?" she asked, interrupting him.

"Yes," he told her, stroking her cheek gently.

"I can see why you were never Mommy's Prince now. I can see why you were the beast," she spat out.

If words were knives, Randhir would have probably died on the spot from how deep the stab wounds would have been.