One year later, Luthra Mansion

"How is it possible?! Damn it," Rishabh Luthra cut the phone angrily and threw it at the wall, "Sahir! Sahir!" He shouted for his assistant.

A young man around his mid-twenties came rushing to him. He was revealed to be Sahir Singh, Rishabh Luthra's P.A for one year now and his most trusted employee.

"Sahir, we lost a contract to Siddhart Mehta again. I can't understand how are we losing so much opportunities."

"Don't worry Rishabh Bhaiya. We are just passing through a bad phase. I know, soon, everything will be alright." Rishabh gave him a faint smile.

"Arrange for a new phone again please," Rishabh said tiredly, looking at his broken phone on the floor. This was the 5th phone he broke this month.

Sahir nodded and left the room while Rishabh went to freshen up. While leaving the house, he was stopped by one of the voice he despised the most in this house.

"Aye ladka! Bring me a cup of tea!" Kareena Luthra ordered.

Sahir turned towards her and gave her a fake smile.

"I'm sorry Miss Luthra but Rishabh sir has strictly prohibited me from taking any orders from any members of this house except for him. He told me and I quote :

'You are my personal assistant and not this house. I'm the one who is paying you with my money and not theirs so don't you ever listen to anyone's except for me and if they ever ask you tell them they have two useless daughters-in-law, make them work.'

Now if you may excuse me, I have work." Sahir turned to go but was stopped again by one of the devil.

"How dare you to talk to Kareena Bua like this. Didn't your parents teach you how to respect your elders! Besharam ladka." Sherlyn said angrily. Sahir fisted his hands in anger.

"SHERYLN!" Rishabh, who heard everything shouted. Kareena and Sherlyn looked up to see Rishabh descending the stairs angrily.

"I warned you to not talk to Sahir like that! NOW LISTEN TO ME CAREFULLY! I REPEAT NO-ONE IS ALLOWED TO BOSS SAHIR AROUND. HE ISN'T YOUR SERVANT NOR AN EMPLOYEE OF THIS HOUSE! IF YOU NEED SOMETHING DO IT YOURSELF! Did you understand!"

"Rishabh is this the way to talk to your wife! Apologise now!" Kareena shrieked.

"Sherlyn is not my wife nor will she ever be. So it's better you remain out of this and don't you dare to order my staff again. You have legs you can walk and do your things. Sahir let's go." Rishabh said looking at his aunt dead in the eyes.

"Rishabh, don't forget I'm your bua and I have the right to order anyone in this house."

"This house was built by my father's hard work and mine. This is my house. If I want, I can oust you and your little minions out and nobody will say a word. But unfortunately, you are my bua. So if I were you, I would prefer to remain quiet and stay out of my matter." Rishabh put on his sunglasses and left from there followed by Sahir.

Kareena was fuming in anger at her insult. Sherlyn also was angry but a part of her was scared. Rishabh has changed so much during these 6 years that she didn't recognize him anymore.

6 years they were trying to take the Luthra properties but their effort went to vain. Because Rishabh Luthra was no more the naive person who always listen to his family.

No Rishabh Luthra became an updated version of himself ; a person who no longer trust anyone except Sahir. A cunning and intelligent man who do things in secret without anyone's knowledge.

Rishabh Luthra became a fire that can destroy anything on his way even if it's his own family.

Once upon a time, Preeta Arora was the biggest problem in their way who they managed to get rid of. But now, Rishabh himself became their biggest problem and there is no-way out.

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Arora Mansion

Two people was seen romancing in front of the mirror. Yes they were our Lambu and Shorty aka Shrishmeer ❤️

Sameer had wrapped his arms around Shrishti's waist while Shrishti had hers around his neck. They were leaning closer to kiss when their door was slammed open. They both jumped and groaned at the intruder.

"Whatever you are doing, stop. There is a child in this room." A woman called out, hiding her eyes behind her hand.

"I don't think you are a child Mehr. Do I need to remind you when we caught you and Rishabhji in a heavy make out?" Shrishti said with a smirk.

The woman, who was revealed to be Mehr, blushed but then glared playfully at her.

"Aww don't be jealous. You know you'll always be my number one in my life." Both girls stared at each other before they started laughing.

"I live with two mad persons! No no three to be exact." Sameer said shaking his head.

"Aww dadda that's not nice. Samar angry with dadda. Samar loves mama only." A small voice said and the child ran into Shrishti's arms.

"Mama ki chamche. All day long, he will search for me only, will sit on my lap only or in my arms but when asked whom he loves the most then mama." Sameer complained cutely. Shrishti and Mehr let out a laugh.

"Kya Sameer. You will complain about your own child now. Chi-chi." Mehr said shaking her head, "by the way, Rishabh is on his way there. Sahir messaged me."

"Sahir kyu? No don't answer this. Rishabh bhai has broken his phone again, right?" Mehr nodded. Sameer sighed. They heard the bell rang.

"I think they have arrived. Come baby let's go meet your bade papa and Sahir chachu." Samar perked up at the mention of his two favorite uncles.

He got down from Shrishti's arm and grabbed Mehr's hand. They left Shrishmeer room.

"Are you okay Sammy?" Shrishti asked, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I don't know. Sometimes I feel guilty for leaving him alone in this house despite he reassured me that he didn't mind but still... Anyways let's go downstairs."

Shrishmeer went downstairs and hugged Rishabh and Sahir respectively. Then they moved to the dining room table where breakfast was already prepared. They served themselves and started eating.

"Which evil queens had pissed you off today?" Shrishti asked. Mehr and Sameer glared at her but Rishabh chuckled.

"As always, my 'only wife' and my lovely Bua." Rishabh said sarcastically. Shrishti chucked.

"What did they do again this time?" Mehr asked.

"As usual, bua ordered Sahir to bring her a cup of tea. Sahir told her the speech I told him. Sherlyn heard and shouted at him, questioning his parents upbringing. I heard that and shouted at both of them. Oh and I also threatened bua of throwing her and her minions out of the house." Rishabh said casually.

Sameer and Mehr were left gaping at Rishabh while Shrishti had a wide proud smile. She hi-fied Rishabh who was also looking rather smug of himself.

"This Sherlyn, how dare she bring up your parents! Sahir, you're okay? You can tell us." Mehr asked him concernly.

"Mehr bhabhi, don't worry I'm fine. Yes I was angry but Rishabh bhai defend me and I'm grateful to him."

"Sahir you are my brother and I won't tolerate if anyone's insult you or treat you like a servant. Stop being so formal with us." Sahir heart's swirled in happiness.

Being an orphan, having a family was a dream he thought would never come true. But sitting there with his favorite persons, he realized that God bless him with a family who gave him a lot of love.

"By the way Rishabh bhai, I talked to the lawyers. The papers will be ready in two days."

"What papers?" Sameer asked curiously.

"Some papers. Don't worry you will find out soon. You guys are still coming to mine and Sherlyn's sixth wedding anniversary?"

"As if we have any other choice. I just hope we get someone to babysit Samar. I don't want to bring him there." Shrishti replied.

"It's in two weeks right?" Mehr asked. Rishabh nodded.

"This night will be the most memorable night for all of us." Rishabh said, a smirk playing on his lips. The trio shared a look and turned towards Sahir who shrugged.

"What have you plan in this big head of yours." Mehr tapped his head.

Rishabh hold her hand and kissed it, "This is for me to know and for you three to find out in the party. I can't wait."

The trio knew that it's useless to get out more information of him. They finished their breakfast and everybody's left for their respective work while dropping Samar off to school on their way.

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Mehta Mansion

"Hottie, this is not how it is done." A seven year old girl whined at her uncle.

Yes they were Samaira Mehta and the youngest successful businessman, Siddhart Mehta.

"Ugh why can't you do it yourself. I'm not a girl if you didn't notice." Siddharth said, placing the comb down.

Siddhart was getting her ready for school. Unfortunately, her nanny was sick and couldn't come today and the rest of servants were busy. So he decided to get her ready himself.

"Offo hottie, why would I asked you for help if I knew how to tie my hair."

"Point." Siddhart took the comb again and brushed the hair, making sure to not hurt her. At last, he gave up and told her to let her hair open.

"Mumma would have kill you if she was here." Samaira giggled but then she turned sad. Siddharth also got teary.

"I know. I'm sure she will kill me in my sleep." Siddharth said, trying to cheer her up.

"I miss them. Why did they have to leave me?" Siddhart heart clenched in pain. He took her in his arm and held her tightly.

"Because they were good persons and God loves good persons. That's why... Look at me," Samaira looked up in her uncle's eyes.

"Don't ever think that you are alone. Bhaiya and Bhabhi will always be with us, in our hearts. They are watching over us and will always protect us."

"Are they angels? Like our guardian angels?" Samaira said in excitement.

"Yess they are our guardian angels who are always with us. Now wipe these tears and go have your breakfast. I will drop you today."

"Yayyy," Sid chuckled at her happiness. Samaira rushed out of the room but turned to look at him, "Hottie, I love you !"

"I love you too princess." Sid replied. After making sure she has left, Sid looked at the photo of his brother and sister in law.

"I promise you bhaiyya, I will never leave Samaira side. I will protect her from all the evil of this world....I just wish you were here with us, watching her grow into a beautiful young girl... I miss you." He wiped the few tears that escaped.

At the same time, his phone rang. He left Samaira's room and went into his home office. Locking the door behind him, he received the call.

He smirked when he heard what the other person was saying. He thanked the person and asked him to keep it updated.

"6 years. I waited 6 years for this and it's finally coming true. You guys don't know what mistake you did by messing with us. Prepare yourselves as you don't know when this cyclone named Siddharth Mehta will hit you and let you devastated. The game has begun and now it's just a question of time."

Siddhart said, looking at someone picture on the wall and threw a dart at it. He left the room, smirking evilly.

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Luthra House, Karan's room.

Karan was fast asleep in his bed. A bottle of alcohol could be seen lying next to his bed. His sleep broke when he felt the sunrays hit his face. He felt a hand on his face and he held it tightly, opening his eyes briskly and glaring at the person. He stood up from the bed.

"What the hell are you doing in my room!" Karan said angrily, tightening his grip on the person's hand which would leave a bruise later on. The girl shrieked in pain.

"K-Karan Ouch leave it. It's paining." Karan jerked it.

"You didn't answer. Didn't I warn you not to come in my room? Do you want me to throw you out?"

"Karan, why are you talking to me like this! I'm your wife for god's sake!"

"You are not my wife Mahira nor will you ever be. You may be my wife for the world or my family but the truth is you are not. I regret the day I married you. Now, get out of my room before I oust you out. GET OUT!" Mahira left the room cryingly. Karan locked the door.

He opened his drawer next to the bed and took out a photograph. He gently caressed the photo.

"It's been 6 years since you died but I can't stop thinking about you. Why did you do that? Why did you commit suicide? Was I the reason? What a dumb question, of course! I never wished for you to be dead. I hated you, yes, but I can't deny that I still wanted you. I hate you but I love you also. My heart refuse to believe that you are dead. Come back to me please." He held the picture close to his heart.

"PREETAAA!!" He shouted in agony, "Come back to me...Please...I beg you."

Rakhi, who was standing outside his room, cried silently. This was all her fault. She should have trusted her. Her heart knew that Preeta was innocent but she just couldn't speak up. Now because of her one mistake, her family fell apart.

Mistake? No, it was a sin that she committed. How she wished she spoke up that day in the hospital saying she believed her just like how she begged Sameer to stay when he had decided to leave them, giving up the Luthra name.

Sameer was saying the truth; Preeta didn't commit suicide, Luthra family killed her. Her family killed an innocent pure soul. She was ashamed of them and herself. They were murderers. That was the horrible truth of the Luthra Family.

Her own son, Rishabh, also blamed her. He didn't say it in her face; his eyes told her. His eyes told her how disappointed he was in her. His eyes told her that he blamed her and the rest of the family for Sameer's departure.

No words have been said but everyone knew that Rishabh Luthra hated them to the core of his heart and if they weren't his family, he would have throw them out of the house since a long time back.

"I'm sorry Preeta. Please forgive your Rakhi Aunty." Rakhi pleaded silently in front of her picture on the wall in her room.

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Here is the 1st part of this ff.
So what do you think about it?
Did you guys enjoy the three witches' insult 😏?
And what do you guys think of Rishabh's attitude?
To be honest, I was sick of good goody Rishabh, I like this attitude Rishabh more.
I will update this ff every Friday so stay tuned.
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20/11/2021