"Riddhima didi...." a not-so-refined unapologetically boyish-masculine voice reached Riddhima's ears. Following that she was jolted up awake by a pair of moderately strong hands that lacked proper quantity of muscles. Forthwith she sat up on the bed with a start. On opening her eyes she met with a slightly qualmed face of Mrs. Rautela's youngest boy. He had his phone in his right hand which Riddhima didn't acknowledge immediately.
"What happened!!!" she asked loudly, unable to contain her shock. He gulped as he extended the phone to her. At first she didn't understood anything but after repeated prodding from him to take the call, she gave in and pressed the phone to her ear.
"Hello.." she yawned. She was, by every means, crossed after being roused up from her treasured sleep so suddenly.
"Suprabhat!!! I guess you slept a little too much as Sun has been up in the sky since 5 years for now." and she knew who it was. Fear settled inside her body as her fingers digged into the bed linen quite harshly. Probably she was going to break off her nail or something. Much to his dismay since he loved her long nails, he would die for them and I am not even laying it on thick.
"Good-Good Morning." she stuttered, sweat trickling down the side of her face. Mrs. Rautela's son was patiently sitting beside her on the bed just like a protective little brother. Although he knew he couldn't physically overpower that giant of a man but he wouldn't give up without a fight for sure. He always wanted to a brother to a sister. He was ready to die protecting his sister. There was a visible disappointment on the other end.
"Oh these colonizers!!! Left the country 75 years ago yet continue to have their influence even today. Not a terrible language to speak, English, but why to shove English standards in every single thing. C'mon my life, we've been greeting each other on this land before these colonizers even existed, use our greetings. This Good morning and Good night shit doesn't appeals to me." he gave her a long lecture. That's why you shouldn't marry a guy 20 years older than you, he's gonna act more like your father than your husband. However, he was actually making sense. Keep the language but throw out the unnecessary shit, that should be the motto.
"Suprabhat." she said politely. A smooth chuckle rang in the phone.
"Oh my queen, that's what I love about you. You just don't unnecessarily argue over anything. I like that.....I like that very much." he whispered, his voice coated with malice. She gulped.
"Didi mom is calling you downstairs..." the boy said loudly so he could hear it. He made this all up just so Riddhima could have an excuse to hung up on him.  But but but...... only if he and his mostly absent minded sister had took trouble to go through the newspaper clippings then probably they would've known that they weren't dealing with a common man. He had a bad reputation. EXTREMELY BAD ONE AT THAT.
"Um...."
"You are going nowhere." he declared darkly. Riddhima's toes curled. What's his actual problem??? Are all other women dead that he's literally behind her without no reason!!!!
"Riddhima....." he whispered and she could hear him drawing in a breath. Her intuition literally was asking her to cut the call and run downstairs to Mrs. Rautela. For some reason his one long drag of breath felt dark and uncomfortable to her.
"Do you even realise what you do to me..." he whispered breathlessly, and probably his big, veined hands were circling around that paperweight on his table right now. That's what picture she had of him in her mind right now. And most probably he was currently shirtless, he hated shirts anyway. In reality, though he was holding that paperweight but he was fully dressed like a human man should.
"Mr. Raghuvanshi I will talk to you later..." she said only this much and hung up on him. Immediately she had his number blocked after which she ran downstairs shouting for Mrs. Rautela.

In the early afternoon Poonam and her stupid son had came into Rautelas house and started depositing all the items Aditya got for Riddhima which Riddhima forgot to bring back here with her. Honestly she left all this there for a reason. She didn't wanted anything from him but again...... your opinion doesn't matter Riddhima when will you understand. In a quick staccato they had arranged the gift boxes, the dry fruits jars, the sweet boxes, the jewellery boxes, and even the clothes that he so lovingly bought for her inside the hall. Although a strict hater of shopping, he still wasted two hours to literally pick the best dresses for his beloved wife and look what she did....'side eye'. And Poonam and her son didn't even stay back for giving a proper explanation for their actions, well that's wasn't even needed since he himself rang up to Mr. Rautela. After a usual disagreement between the two on the phone followed by him threatening Mr. Rautela of taking some steps that he wouldn't appreciate, the phone finally found it's way to Riddhima. Nervously she pressed the phone to her ear.
"He--"
"I swear on the name of my Lord Rama, if you once again try blocking my number, there's gonna be consequences Riddhima. I swear. You wouldn't appreciate me doing things to you without your permission. Am I clear!!!" his voice was chastising. Riddhima shuddered.
"Hm..." nothing would come out of her mouth. Poor Riddhima's hands were shaking and her legs turned cold.
"Yes or No...." he shouted. She flinched.
"Yes....Yes...." she whispered meekly. She really wanted to cry.
"Good. Now have those two morons placed everything I got for you inside your house??" he asked, voice calm. She gulped.
"Yes." she replied quickly so to not piss him off. Although she couldn't see him but she was too sure that he was smirking right now.
"Very well, have your lunch.... I'll talk to you later I'm busy at the moment. Also if you wish to eat anything like fast food and stuff just ring me up, I'll have everything delivered to your place. Don't block my number baby..... please.." that please was barely audible and actually not required since when did he actually started pleading to people for his personal gains. That motherfu***r snatches anything he likes.... anything, no matter the price. But anyway, he cuts the call and she finally makes eye contact with Rautelas who were watching her impatiently. She narrated the entire conversation to them all and now they were worried.
"Can I break his face Papa??" asked the youngest, his face contorted into a frown. Mr. Rautela looked at him tiredly.
"Yes but if you could reach it dear. He's 6'5..... you're hardly 5'2." he said honestly.
"Papa why are you guys not taking it seriously that guy is sick.... he's a psycho."
"Don't scare off your sister...." Mrs. Rautela interjected.
"Mom please, I am scared for her. Whatever he's doing can you deem it as normal....I can't positively...." the eldest countered. Riddhima was aghast.
"Let's not lose our heads ok... everybody just relax. Maybe we're over exaggerating everything. It can be just an infatuation of his..... maybe he will forget about her when he gets nothing in return for his efforts. I mean it's possible. He's a rich man....he must've tons of women around him. It isn't too difficult for him to forget her." Mr. Rautela said. Riddhima looked hopefully at him. Although he didn't sound to be making any sense but maybe in a parallel universe this made sense, that was enough for Riddhima to be hopeful. She was desperate to ward off this curse called Vikramaditya Raghuvanshi from her life. She would literally do anything to escape him.
"Yes. This does makes sense. You know what Riddhi, just stop thinking about him.... he'll probably forget about you in the matter of weeks. Oh these rich men are loyal to nobody, not even to themselves. He'll probably lay his eyes on some other girl and will forget about you. Don't worry. Just focus on your career. Ok." Mrs. Rautela pitched in. Riddhima smiled weakly. She only hoped that whatever she was saying just comes out to be true. Vikramaditya Raghuvanshi was the last man she would want to be with.
"I don't buy that..." said the eldest kid, arms crossed over his chest. Mr. and Mrs. Rautela looked at him tiredly.
"You don't have to. I know he'll forget about her.....these rich man have no shortage of pretty ladies." Mrs. Rautela said flatly. Riddhima also thought the same. He'll forget about her. Definitely he will.

Inside the Raghuvanshis mansion, Mr. Vikramaditya Raghuvanshi sat calmly on his recliner. His blazer was lying carelessly on the couch. A tattoo artist was drawing something on his exposed chest. He was wearing a shirt only that particular part where he was tattooing was exposed. On the underside of his hand, just a little above the wrist, two words in black 'R.V.' were proudly sitting. The font of the letters was beautiful. And on his chest actually the artist was moving the needle over the word 'Riddhima' in Sanskrit, his mother language. Every single men in his family, living or dead, was/is a scholar in Sanskrit. Even that moron Anurag knew and spoke Sanskrit fluently. He couldn't write with the same flow though. Vikramaditya however was a master of both writing and speaking the language without any recognisable break.
"I hope it's not hurting Sir...." the tattoo artist spoke up, eyes on the tattoo. Vikramaditya smirked.
"In this duplicitous world she's my only comfort...." he whispered, moving his finger over her anklet that he'd secretly stole from her closet one day when she used to live with him. The tattoo artist smiled. He sometimes regretted his decision to expose himself in front of her that day. He could've continued that drama, atleast she was with him and that's all he had ever wanted. But honestly speaking, he himself had gone bored of that drama. Although she was living with him but that's not how he envisaged a life with her. She looked at him like a child while he wanted her to look at him as her husband...as the man who owns her, who-who she belongs to. She slept in the same room with him but he couldn't kiss her or caress her. He couldn't fondle with her long silky hairs, he couldn't kiss and suck the hell out of her pink juicy lips. On their wedding night itself he wanted to show her who he was but.....he couldn't. That desire to see her in that beautiful red wedding dress and make mad love to her still persists in him. He wanted to have her at all costs.
"Oh make 100 more tattoos she still wouldn't love you.... know why... know why...." and came Anurag, still wasted like before. Vikramaditya had reduced him to a sweeper of the mansion, though he still was granted access to the liquor closet which Vikramaditya rarely opened. He wasn't a crazy alcohol addict. The tattoo artist chose to unhear him.
"What's your problem idiot!!" asked his big brother, lost in Riddhima's thoughts.
"Because you're a monster. You fooled her all along......you don't deserve her." he spat hatefully. Vikramaditya ignored coz he was more occupied in mentally having sex with his pretty Riddhima.
"And she doesn't even know you are spying on her every move..." he hissed, bending over so he was his level. Immediately Vikramaditya wrapped his hand around his throat and started choking him.
"Bastard. I gave you access to free alcohol but not permission to speak shit. Understand." he whispered darkly. The tattoo artist, thankfully had completed and was lucky to run outside before he could watch a cold blooded murder. Anurag coughed.
"I'm sorry..... don't kill me...." he sputtered. Vikramaditya let go of him. He coughed, trying to catch his breath.
"And about that.... idiot, she's my wife, what you call spying I call it concern. I just want to see if she's fine or not..."
"No...... you're just making sure she's not with a another guy..." said Anurag with difficulty. Vikramaditya laughed.
"Why ask when you know everything!!! C'mon Anurag, aren't you happy that your big brother is in love. Hm. Don't you want kids playing in the house calling you chachu. Hm!!" he asked as if it was no big deal. Anurag never understood why everyone including his father never saw the real face of him. Anurag was evil but atleast he never pretended to be someone else unlike this guy.
"That's not love and she doesn't loves...."
"Listen here you idiot..." he hissed, grabbing his throat. Anurag coughed again.
"Do I look like I care if she loves me or not....hm!!! She likes it or not, she's going to be with me. She will live inside my house, stay inside my bedroom, will sleep on my bed beside me and will let me make love to her whenever I want and however I want. She will give me my kids and will make this mansion a paradise..... I don't give a damn if she likes it or not coz if she's with me, she'll be the happiest woman in the world and if she's not with me.....than she won't exist. Am I clear!! Now get the hell out of here..." he spat angrily, throwing anurag on the ground. Anurag, out of fear, crawled outside the door. Vikramaditya, eyes dark, looked at the anklet of her in his hand. A creepy smirk sprang up on his lips as he imagined Riddhima's sweet, innocent face before him. How pious she was, so pure and beautiful. Somehow she didn't belong in this cruel world, that's why he as a 'good man' has decided to protect her from this world.....but that's another thing that nobody can protect her from him and let's just be honest this world looks way more decent when compared to him. He softly kissed the bells on the anklet, thinking it was her beautiful feet he was kissing.
"You belong to me Riddhima. You're the only woman I've ever wanted.... There was no one before you and there will be no one after you." intently he watched the anklet, studying every feature of it as if it was her naked body that he was mentally picturising.
"You're magic Riddhima...." he whispered "Only if you knew to what limits I can go to prove my love for you. That what I can actually do to win you. You've my heart Riddhima and in return I want everything of yours..... EVERYTHING." he whispered, eyes clouding with what we call madness. He walked towards the mirror and stopped before it, looking at the brand new mark of her on his chest. Gently he skimmed his fingers on the tattoo and a wave of ecstasy washed over him.
"I love you Riddhima. I love you so much. You've made me so crazy after you that all I wish is to handcuff you to my bed and have my way with you all day long....you did this to me baby. Riddhima..." he drew in a breath, filling his senses with her fragrance. And than he laughed, looking up at the ceiling.
"I fucking love you Riddhima......I love you madly. Not even God can save you from me my beautiful Riddhima.....my beloved queen......" he said evily, eyes dark and malicious. In her house, Riddhima was still hoping that he will forget her in due time, not aware of what that bastard was up to and what she'd done to him.
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