19 years later.
Urvashi's POV ;
"The tragic death of Mr. Pranav Kumar Raichand, the CEO of Udvita Corporation the richest real estate company in our country was reported to be shot down this early morning and--" the tv suddenly switches off as I turned around to look at Priyanka's annoyed face holding remote by her side.
"The remote," I said lending my hand towards her as she ignored me kept it on the dinning table beside. I got up from sofa to take it back but she snatched it again.
"What's the point of watching that same news for everyday? Are you solving the problem which eventually happened 19 years ago?" She said hiding the remote behind her refusing to give the remote back. I know she won't understand the loss of someone you love. Specially when you're alone in the world without your parents. Only and all by yourself. Alone in this gruesome world.
"Tum nahi samjhogi!" I said as I sighed sitting on the on the sofa with my legs spread across as it's length.
[ You won't understand! ]
"Are didi, ek chiz dekhne se tabiyat kharab hogi. Mental stress badega!" She leans forward keeping her chin on the on the sofa and sitting on the floor in front of me.
[ Didi, watching the same thing will affect your health and you'll be mentally stressed! ]
I'm already stressed the fuck out.
"Mummy kaha hain tumhari?" I asked her. Her mom basically my aunt wasn't at home nor her father who should be at home by this time from office. I glanced at the wall clock as it's strikes to exactly at 8 pm.
[ Where's your mummy? ]
"Woh darasal, rishte ke liye Chaudhary's ke saath dinner par gaye hain unke ghar, baad karne" she hides her face from overwhelmed excitement taking her.
[ Them? Actually they went out on a dinner with Chaudhary's place to discuss about marriage proposal, ]
"Rishte ke liye toh unhe humare yeh ana chahiye tha na?" She looked confused.
[ For marriage proposal they should be coming at our house right? ]
"Mom and dad rishta leke gaye the woh log lekar nahi aaye the," she answered innocently.
[ Mom and dad took the marriage proposal, not them ]
"Khair jo bhi ho, agar woh aaye toh mujhe bula dena main khana paros dungi," I said getting up from the sofa as I walked towards my room upstairs.
[ Okay, whatever it is, call me when they arrive I'll be serving dinner tonight, ]
The yellow kurti rippled as I tried straightening them taking slow steps towards my room. I twisted the knob entering inside. The room freshner hitting upto my nose and there a big photo of my parents hanging up in the wall.
My mom left me when the day I was born and dad he also abandoned me alone to this people who only treats me like I'm their maid and nothing else.
Tear escaped from my eyes and as I stood in front of the door frame glaring at almost everything, I feel so lost, so alone. I shut the door behind quietly not wanting to disturb Priyanka with my actions downstairs.
The more I'm thinking about everything the more I'm coming closer to death. I still the remember the day when dad was shoot down to death. I hid behind Dadi and was crying like crybaby in front of the hospital not because I knew everything that has happening but the people scared the soul out of my five year self.
The media's the most. Very annoying. I know being wealthy and famous isn't something everyone can afford but I guess everyone is happy without eventually having to be rich.
I don't know why but I feel very stressed. Maybe because I skipped my dance classes today to stay behind with Priyanka or she would have been alone in this monster like damn house. I tried controlling my tears but I couldn't.
I laid down on the bed trying to ease my mind. Trying to forget everything but it doesn't helps. I wiped my eyes harshly pressing my face into pillow and for once ; closing my eyes shut tightly trying to dwell into blackness overwhelming me. Once my mind's cleared I'll be happy again.
Present time ; Devraj's POV ;
A soft cry of pleasure leaves her mouth as she scratches my back, her body arches by each and every thrust.
"Dev-" she calls out my name as we both were connected to eachother's body. "I..cu.."
"Hold it we will come together," Thrusting hard this time as she cries out loudly. Her tits tight, rising up and down. Her soft walls clenching against my cock as it gets soaked by her cum.
The phone on the stand behind rings loudly breaking the intimacy as I grabbed it and looked to the caller id of the most distrust man; my father.
The man who always wants to bombard me with sudden news caught me hella off guard everytime. I swipe the green icon, holding the phone near to my ear.
"Hello?" I answered after some seconds when he didn't said anything. Placing my other palm on Amara's mouth so she doesn't makes any sound.
"So where are you?" He asked me playfully. I could sense his joyful smile which spread across wide on his face.
"At my office," I said looking at the girl beneath gesturing me to remove my palm of her face so she could breath. Sweat dripped from my forehead as I thrusts again to end the intimate session as soon as possible.
"The more you lie the much better it will be for me to hurry up with your marriage," he said clinging his teeth. A chuckled left his mouth.
"You can't force me specially when it comes to choosing life partner," I protests. I know it's not his idea this time but my dearest stepmom. I could feel her standing beside my dad and making him say this words to me.
"So when are coming home? The Raichand's just left our place being pleased with the confirmation of the proposal," he said clearing his throat getting serious this time.
"What?" I got up from the mattress as I kept the phone on speaker tossing it on the bed and grabbed my white shirt from the floor. "You heard me right,"
"You know what Devraj? Being enough matured man you're still acting like a brat. You just broke the trust between us!" He said highlighting the word 'trust'.
"Trust? Did you ever trusted me to fullest?" I retorted back glancing at Amara who swiftly puts on her dress and fixes her hair getting up from the bed.
"Our family held a reputation over years, 'over generations' the Chaudhary's don't roam around girls neither touches or sees anyone before marriage, but being the eldest son of the family you broke the record!" He cursed me under his breath after saying whatever he has to say eventually and I know at the end of the day it's just going to be him and not me.
I'm just puppet who's shoved in front of the world as his son, the CEO and blah blah....but in reality it's nothing like that. It's just his decision and his choices after all.
"If you're not settling with someone within this month then you better be careful Dev! I'm not letting you inherit a single penny from the Chaudhary's," he declined the call calling me aashole at last.
I tossed the phone on the floor not paying attention if it's okay or it broken as I zipped up my blue jeans and headed outside the hotel room with my messy hair and sleeves rolled up into half. Amara following me from behind I could feel her heels tik-toking into the empty corridors.
"Dev, your phone!" She said softly her words deliberate as I slipped the phone into my pocket and hopped on my limousine parked outside.
I ignore Amara after the session as it's best to neglect the media, who would just telecast on the news channels the very next day saying Devraj's secret wife was caught late night. Lmaoo I won't want that right neither Amara.
Tension beads into my face hearing the old man few minutes ago. The more I'm driving towards the hell the more I'm feeling nervous. Praying to God that he doesn't listen to his pretty little wife but instead for once it's me in his life this time when I reach home.
Driving for solid one hour from the hotel I could see the "Sweetheart" pristine white mansion coming into my view. Mom used to call this mansion sweetheart since it was her first home after marrying my father. They both ran away from their houses and got married against their families will.
Mom's side family never supported this marriage neither accepted me as they broke all the ties with her. And this luxurious life of only few can afford but my mom couldn't settle down with my father's dominant behaviour over everything.
And eventually she left after my dad gave her an ultimatum leave alone or don't leave at all. He didn't wanted to let go off me because I'm eldest son in the family of the Chaudhary's.
Switching off the ignition as I got out of the car passing the key to the security guard; the man every single being of our house trusts with their eyes closed as he locked the heavy metallic steel gates and again in the end of the day it's just this place where there's no going back as I took slow steps towards the entrance knowing I won't be able to breath peacefully once I enter into the cruel atmosphere.
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