Antara's pov Today is my mehendi and sangeet ceremony. The next stage of my destruction. Though I am already destroyed. I sighed as I looked at the dress kept beside me. This is the dress sent by them or I say him. I will not dare to disobey him again by not wearing this dress. What ever happened the day before yesterday was enough for me not anymore. The dress is very beautiful. It is a Dark green floral lehenga with quarter sleeves and a pink net dupatta. It is simple yet so classy. No matter how much I hate to admit it, this guy has some really good taste in things. The way he dresses up and sends these things I can say that easily that he is a choosy person but what ever he chooses is the best. "and he chose you. The so called best" My mind mocked me And I realised what I was doing. I was praising my tormentor who has destroyed me. I shook my head to think about something else. This is not the thing I should think about. But what ever I was thinking is true, he has great
Antara's pov "you are looking very beautiful mam!" one of those girls said who did my make up "Yes mam! The Roses we added in your hair are looking dull in front of your beauty." another one said "Thank you but you do not need to flatter me!" I told them politely "we are telling the truth mam! We are not flattering you." The first one said "OK thank you for making me look this much beautiful. It is your hard work that makes me look beautiful." I told them with a smile"Now we are done with our work. If you permit us then we will leave." the girl said and I nodded my head in yes and took their leave I sighed after they left and tried my best to not cry because crying will not solve my problems and if I cry that Devil in disguise will know and will ask me why I cried. And I do not want that because he will catch my lie and then I have to tell him the truth and I will never do that. "Di the car is here to take us!" I heard Pakhi screaming from downstairs as amma has forbidden her
Antara's pov Today is my haldi ceremony and the only ceremony that is taking place in the orphanage.(haldi ceremony is a ceremony where turmeric paste is applied on the groom and bride's body using mango leaves) That Devil is not allowed to see me before the marriage which is going to take place tomorrow. Tomorrow is that day when I will be socially doomed in front of everyone. I am doomed already but it will be socialised. Right now I am wearing a lemon yellow colour chiffon saree along with a sleeveless blouse and matching flower jewellery. The blouse has a deep neck and almost non existent back. I do not know why he chose something like this for me when he knows I do not appreciate this kind of revealing clothing. The saree is semi transparent already. If I get drenched by mistake my whole body will be on display for others. No man is allowed here and that is a relief for me because I would have died out of shame if I had to wear this in front of some male. I am sitting in
Antara's pov Red lehenga, Red bangles along with gold ones, heavy bridal make up, flowers on my hair, heavy gold ornaments adoring my body like any other bride. If it was someone else in my place she would have been over the moon because whatever I have got is every girl's dream. Even I would have been over the moon if my husband was the person I love, not the one whom I hate. Who is forced on me! I can not wait to get rid of this tragic life of mine. Enough of this now! "you are looking like a goddess mam!" the make up artist said making me come out of my imagination This time the girls are different from before. "thank you" I replied politely Those girls are giggling among each other and I know the reason behind that giggle as well. They are gushing about the Devil! I am least interested in that. I am just waiting for the thing I asked Pakhi to bring. Pakhi came inside my room all dolled up for today's occasion. They are leaving the city today as I had asked from the Devil
Anirudh's pov "Thanks," I replied for the upteempth time today Everyone is congratulating me and wishing me good luck for my future. But they do not know that I only need my jaan to be happy in my future, not good luck. She is my lucky charm! The moment I married her my life has Turned better… My every work is done without any problems. My power has increased more than before. She is the fortune I have got from god. She is the best thing that happened in my life. Her beauty and behavior both are out of this world. No woman can beat her. She is everything a man needs in his wife. I can not wait to have her tonight after waiting for so long. That virgin body writhing under Me in pain and pleasure when I will pound inside her mercilessly taking her to heights of pleasure. I will make her body addicted to me, her heart and mind completely mine thinking about me only. She will be dependent on me only. Only me! I will become her only God! Whom she will worship day and night. My bea
Antara's pov I opened my eyes and everything was dark around me. Where am I? Is it hell? Because heaven is not dark. Maybe I am in hell only because after whatever I have done on Earth The gates of Heaven will not open for me. But why am I feeling heavy in my head? I am not supposed to feel anything after death right? I tried to get up but could not do that. I felt something was keeping me restrained on the bed. Wait what? bed? What am I doing on a bed? "So you are finally Up jaan!" I heard a voice that can make me faint any moment anywhere I am hearing wrong! Yes I am definitely hearing wrong. How can he be here? I am dead right? Or am I not? Or he followed me to hell as well? Will he not leave me even after I am dead? " You are not dead Jaan but one thing you said is right that you are in hell, in my hell jaan! And yes I am not going to leave you ever." the devil of my life said… That means I am not dead and he heard everything I said now who will save me? Anirudh's povA f
Author's pov Many years ago A girl is worshipping goddess Durga a Hindu goddess and singing a Religious song. Everyone there is listening to her voice with keen interest. All the servants of Singhal mansion are rooted in their place. The family members are there as well. Once she was done she turned around and distributed the sweets among everyone. She is Tarini! Tarini singhal the illegitimate daughter of Singhal family. You must be thinking that as she is an illegitimate child she must be tortured by Singhal family right? But no that is not the case here. Tarini is the most loved child in the Singhal family and why will she not be? A girl who is God blessed, how can she be hated? Where ever she goes she brings prosperity and happiness. Tarini's birth gave the Singhal family prosperity, fame, power and everything they wanted. And Tarini is the last sign of the elder son of the Singhal family. He has no other children or wife. So Tarini is the only thing they have of him. Tarini
Author's pov Flashback continues The day of her wedding finally came and Tarini could not be more happy than this. Her dream of getting Veerendra as her husband was going to be fulfilled now. She has waited for a long time for this day when her hand will be decorated with the henna of his name. She will get ready as his bride and he will take her away after making her his till death do them apart. Her face was glowing with happiness, happiness of being with the man of her dreams and not to forget the teasing of her cousins and lectures of elders for her first night. Her face was bright red when her aunts told her what happens on wedding night and everything how she has to make her husband happy and keep him satisfied with herself so he never looks at any other woman. Men are wild. They always search for excitement even when they get married. The bride becomes the source of his excitement but after sometime he starts finding his wife boring so it is the girl's responsibility to ke