Rooh: his replaced bride

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                                           V I D Y U T

“Okay. Thanks.” I hung up. Rayaan looks at me with eyes filled with curiosity. “Rooh's father sold half of Rooh's Grandmother's property, and now Rooh walked away from the hospital. I need to leave.” I said, picking up my coat from the chair.

Trisha, Rooh's best friend, informed me about it and I understand how she must be feeling right now. Why does her father have to make things tough for her? Didn't he have enough?

She left the hospital, so it's useless to go there, so I directly drove back to our home. My eyes searched for her all the way to our house, There was a chance that I might see her on the way, but nope, she wasn't here.
I hope she is fine.
God, please.

I hope she isn't thinking of doing some– no, no.  My heart rate has already reached a level where it might stop working. Rooh is an emotional person, that's what I have learned about her and right now, she's broken and people usually make wrong decisions whenever they are broken.

The brown gate opened and I accelerated inside. A familiar figure caught my eye. She was standing there, looking at the sky with her eyes shut, and I unplugged my seatbelt and exited the car.

It's thundering. “Rooh!” I yelled, finally earning her attention. She turns towards me. She thinks no one can see her tears. No one can see that pain in her eyes, and she successfully hid them with the rain, but you are wrong Mrs. Suryawanshi. I can see your pain and your silent screams, and it hurts when I see tears in your eyes.

PAST (3.5 months ago)

“She doesn't have a good relationship with her family, according to people her family has always discriminated between the boys and girls of the family. Rooh has been living with her Grandmother since she was five years old. Her grandmother loved her. Cared for her until one night she passed away from a Cardiac Arrest.”

Rayaan showed me a few pictures of Rooh with her Grandmother. These are the ones I already saw in her room, but a picture caught my eye. In a picture in which she is standing alone, she isn't chubby anymore. This must have been after she lost her Dadi.

“About her sister Shivangi, I think she was forced to marry you because she too has a story. She wanted to be a fashion designer, but her parents forced her to become an engineer. Shivangi secretly studied Fashion designing and her Grandmother helped her.”

“Mr. Thakur is a dominating person of the family who always had a dream to come under the top 15 marble complies.”

If I am not mistaken after Shivangi ran away, Mr. Thakur must have forced Rooh to take her place. Because one thing is clear, he can do anything for business. And after we announced the wedding, he is getting benefited.

You are doomed, Mr. Thakur. “Do one more thing, find out the shareholders of his company.” I said.

“There's one more rumour–” He looked at me as I stood up from my chair. “There's a rumour saying that Mr. Thakur might have forced his daughter to take shivangi's place.”

So my assumption appears to be true. Rayaan also told me about Rooh's friends, and now I know how important that old house is for her. That's her last connection with her Grandmother.

That day, I didn't go home but drove to her house with anger inside me. How can someone be so heartless. But then again Neil's not so important words revolve around my brain.

“Not everyone has good parents like you. Vidyut. Not everyone is blessed like you.”

Why the hell am I thinking about that fucker. My grip on the steering wheel got tighter until my knuckles went white.  After parking the car, I walked straight to her house.