SITARA POV:I groaned loudly when my sleep was broken . I am not feeling my soft fluffy pillow under me but something hard. I instantly opened my eyes and looked up only to find Samrat sleeping and my head is on his hard chest. I tried to get away from him without waking him up but failed miserably. " Good morning Love ", he said with a smile making him look more handsome. His morning look is a sight to watch and that too with a smile. I hate him for his evil doings but the fact is I am also a girl and not any girl will be there not to fall for him in her senses. I remembered everything and am grateful for him in making my mood cheer up. Now I will make my mother regret what she has done. I prepared my mind well not to cry for the people who are not worth able for my tears to shed ." you are becoming ill mannered Sugar ", Samrat brings me back from my thoughts with his deeo husky voice." Sorry morning ", i greeted back and was going to get up from his chest but my hand slipped
Sitara looked at Ram with hope in her eyes which is just ignored by him .He is only capable of giving pity to the young girl who has many dreams in her life which will never be fulfilled . Every ounce of his nerves are screaming at him to leave the girl but only he knows what will be the consequences for his stupid thoughts .The girl who was pleading for him to show some mercy on her is the one who had caught the sight of the satan himself.The Satan who will be not having any remorse of killing any one cruelly who comes between his dark love towards the girl. Ram looked out of the window not able to fight the urge inside him to help her. Helping her means signing his death with his own hands and also making the girls life more miserable. The whole car is echoed with loud sobs of the girl who is in bridal attire SITARA SINHA.Yes , Today is her wedding with the devil who is disguised as a human named SAMRAT RAICHAND. A name which is enough for her to go numb in fear. But overcoming h
SAMRAT POV :Finally my waiting of 18 months is over. My love is with me. She is totally mine. As my wife. Queen of my heart. Sleeping peacefully placing her head on my shoulder. She is exhausted due to crying. On our way back to Mumbai she fell asleep in the flight. My heart is aching looking at her tear stained face. One of my side aches and tells me to comfort her whenever she cries. But my dark side says that she deserves the pain for not loving me back like I do.The day on which I saw her will plays in my eyes anytime. The day when I realised that I too has a heart. The day when I realised that the reason of my birth is for her. She is my peace . She is my heart. She is my Oxygen. She is my everything.Samrat Raichand is incomplete without Sitara Sinha. I know that am putting her through so much. But am a selfish person. She is meant to be mine. Even her shadow is not meant for any one to look. " Sorry Sugar. Please endure one more day then we will move to our mansion the o
SITARA POV :I opened my eyes feeling someone was shaking me. But soon I realised I was with Samrat. I moved back from him and looked into his eyes. His eyes are blank void of any emotion for me to recognise it. But who am I kidding he carries that same expression all the time. He got down from the car and helped me to get down . I don't want to take his help but thanks to this heavy lehenga leaving no option for me. We slowly made our way to the entrance door. His mother and now my mother in law is standing with a plate in her hands. Besides her is the second devil Sneha Raichand the person I disgust from the bottom of my heart. Sometimes I feel like the devil of my husband has a heart but for his sister she is the most selfish and greedy person on the earth who always thinks about only her and her brother. At least she cares for her brother sometimes.She is giving me a not so friendly look. God ! What is her problem ? Am already in this hectic standing beside the devil as his
SAMRAT POV :I was staring at my sleeping beauty , my beautiful wife. The word ' wife ' fills my heart with so much satisfaction. Her nose has turned red due to crying for the whole night. She fell asleep early in the morning. Her cheeks are embedded with hand prints. Yesterday I became very angry hearing from her that she wants to leave me. I will give her anything she desires but freedom. Freedom from me is the last word I want to hear from her. I went and brought the first aid kit and started applying cream on the handprints. Her red lips are inviting me to assault them but I need to control myself . I will not stop if I start it and things will turn out badly. She hates me more if I do anything and it is the last thing I want to happen now.Suppressing my urge to ravish her plumpy red lips I went and took a cold shower . I am the devotee of lord Shiva. I went and performed puja. Now I am having my cup of tea with my grandfather Uday Raichand. First we discussed business. " How
Sitara pov : "VIRAJ"....I felt like the ground is slipped under my feet. A cold shiver run in my spine. Viraj is tied to a chair in the middle of this disgusted room. He is beaten badly. A tear left my eye followed by many . I felt a hard gaze on me and when checked it , I found Samrat is drilling holes into me. His eyes turned into pitch black. I was shivering badly thinking what might comes to me and viraj. My mind is not even supporting me. I am getting only negative vibes . Unknowingly my mouth left a word with stuttet " pl....please ". Soon after uttering the word I heard a painful scream. Viraj is screaming loudly when Samrat punched him on his jaw almost breaking it. Not able to stand and think anymore I ran towards viraj which turned out to be the most stupid attempt of me. Samrat grabbed the fistful of my hair really hard , I felt like that my hair is removing from my skull. He came near to my face and licked my tears which disgusted me to the core. " These are mine .
SAMRAT POV :I am pacing in the room impatiently with a tightened fist and clenched jaw. Eagerly waiting for my girl to wake up who was unconscious on the bed with a bandaged wrist.How dare she ? How can she take her life for that low life ? Is he really her friend or is there something hidden between them ? Only my Sugar can answer my queries. I took the vase and threw it on the floor. Jealousy is burning in my every nerve. " You had made a huge mistake Sugar . Wake up fast the hell that you didn't taste until now is waiting for you ", I whispered in her ear slightly caressing her cheek. I just sat beside her staring at her cute face. Her nose is red due to constant crying before. I don't like the fact seeing her condition.When I noticed that she had made a cut on her wrist everything around me had frozen. Ground under my feet slipped away. My heart ached when my mind clouded with negative thoughts. I have to make sure to implant a fear in her for me. The fear which she will nev
SITARA POV : I just sat in front of the mirror like a broken doll. Am too tired to even cry and also too afraid to make him angry. He showed me an obsessed person in him yesterday. I didn't mean to cut my wrist but it happened by fault. But he didn't even have given a chance to explain before brutally whipping me. After he burnt my hand he carried me to his room . He delicately treated my hand like he was not the person who burnt it. I have to do something to escape from this obsessed person. His love towards me is so dark that it will cloud me and burn me .Yesterday, I witnessed his madness. I somehow thought that he is not a normal person but yesterday he gave me a reason to. In his madness , he killed an innocent. Viraj is dead because of him . " Not him , you are the reason he died ", my subconscious yelled at me.I will agree with it. If only I didn't get his help. If only I didn't make Viraj my friend then he must be alive and live his life peacefully with his mother." Am