Vansh rai singhania and his fake wife ahana rai singhania sat on the royal chairs waiting for the magnificent event of their reception to begin with the dancers gracing the dance floor which were no where to be seen

The entire rai singhania clan were adorned with the world's most expensive clothes and accessories with no sign of remorse or guilt of what they were doing with that one poor soul who had risked her everything to protect them

Hushed sounds of guests began echoing through the hall as the dancers still didn't appear making the princess of the house start her bitching

'I tell you bhai
This riddhima cant do even one thing right
Why aren't the dancers here yet'

Before vansh could say anything, the entire hall fell into the darkness as the dj blasted the speakers with the melodious song

Nazar jo teri laagi main deewani ho gayi
Deewani haan deewani, deewani ho gayi

With her back facing the audience, the spot light fell on the a beautiful girl whose face was hidden behind the long pallu of her dupatta

Mash-hoor mere ishq ki kahani ho gayi

Moving her petite body according to the beats, she did a serpentine pose and began turning towards the audience

Jo jag ne na maani to maine bhi thaani

Fresh hot tears could be seen flowing down her beautiful cheeks but none cared as their eyes were fixed lustily over her curves

Kahan thi main dekho, kahan chali aayi
Kehte hain yeh deewani mastani ho gayi

Oh the lines defined the life soo well

Where was she one year back and where is she now???

Her life was destroyed in the worst way possible and the irony was, she had no one but herself to blame for

The entire hall echoed with the voice of lusty men who demanded her to take off her veil and show them their beautiful face

Was it insulting???

Of course it was but hadn't she be seeing worst than all this

Mash-hoor mere ishq ki kahani ho gayi
Jo jag ne na maani to maine bhi thaani

The entire world was bitching about her calling her names

Slut
Whore
Bitch
Bedwarmer
Home wrecker

She was famous in the most infamous way

Walking down the stairs, she held the hem of her dupatta ready to abide by the audience's wish

Kahan thi main dekho, kahan chali aayi

As the veil fell off her head, the entire world slipped beneath vansh's feet seeing his WIFE under the curtains

Kehte hain yeh deewani mastani ho gayi
Deewani haan deewani, deewani ho gayi

Her beautiful innocent eyes screaming purity were shining with fresh tears and she did nothing to hide them

A small chuckle escaped her lips seeing her HUSBAND's shocked face

What was he soo shocked about

Wasnt he the one who had threatened her to bring the dancers anyhow and if she failed he would leave no stone unturned to cancel her doctor's license
The same license she had worked hard for day and night for several years

And hence when she couldn't arrange a dancer, she had to become one, just to save the only thing she was left with, her profession

Zakham aisa toone lagaya

Please welcome my wife, MR AHANA VANSH RAI SINGHANIA

who are you maam

I don't know you

Maybe she is mentally ill

All the hurtful words rang in her eyes

Her accusing eyes directed towards her tormentor, screaming at her to see what a wound he had inflicted upon her

Deewani, deewani, deewani, deewani ho gayi

Even after bearing soo much, she was still there, with a hope that he would come to her and hide her in her embrace

She had indeed turned DEEWANI in his love

Wiping the tears that flowed down her eyes remembering his barbaric behaviour, a beautiful smile adorned her lips as she remembered how he had soothed her at times when she used to injured

Marham aisa toone lagaya
Ruhani, ruhani, ruhani, ruhani ho gayi

The way his face would scrunch with worries at the slightest thought of her being hurt

The way he would run forgetting the entire world to save her from all the dangers and traps that were laid around her

She missed that vansh

He was lost somewhere

Lost

Pehchan mere ishq ki ab to
Pehchan mere ishq ki ab to
Rawani, rawani, rawani, rawani ho gayi

Tears, these had seemed to turn her bestest friends these days as they never leave her alone

Her beautiful eyes turned red as a man approached her and offered her a bundle of money

Shame and humiliation coarsing through her veins breaking her bit by bit

Vansh eyes saw red seeing the man eyes his WIFE lustily and offering her money

He was about to get up from his seat and smash that bastard's head into pieces but his fake wife held his and restricted him from moving

But She was not powerful enough to stop VR, if he wanted he could have taken an action right away, but he chose to sit silently like a statue

Ho mash-hoor mere ishq ki kahani ho gayi
Kehte hain yeh deewani mastani ho gayi
Haan deewani, haan deewani, deewani ho gayi

Pushing the man's hand away, he walked upto the centre and looked at the rai singhania clan with painful eyes

What had she not done for them and how they were treating her, none came for her rescue when she needed them even her husband was sitting like a statue
Even though his eyes were filled with rage and jaw was clenched in anger yet he didn't scream at the everyone to stop rather kept watching the show,

THE SHOW OF HER INSULT

Afterall that what he wanted right, and he had done the same with her few days back, insulting her infront of the entire world

Mash-hoor mere ishq ki kahani ho gayi
Jo jag ne na maani to maine bhi thaani
Kahan thi main dekho, kahan chali aayi
Kehte hain yeh deewani mastani ho gayi
Deewani haan deewani, deewani ho gayi

Even when her soul betrayed her, her body didn't stop swaying to the beats

It was as if, as if her entire frustration was being released through the song and dance

So she continued, continued dancing her heart out, maybe someone would understand her plight this way

Sab noor noor sa bikhra hai
Ek tu hi khayalon mein utra hai
Bas jhoom jhoom jhoom jhoom jata hai dil
Tu mastani hai, tu deewani hai
Pakeeza hasti hai teri tu nurani hai

With all the accusations roaming in her head, she span in circles as if possessed
All the men surrounded her, throwing money over her but her feet didn't stop

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as one of the men threw his wine glass on the floor, breaking it into several pieces, piercing one of them on her feet

She barely saved herself from falling and finished her dance with a slight bow

Deewani han deewani ho gaye

The entire hall echoed with claps as the men praised her shameless about her figure and moves, some even asking her how much she would charge for a night

If that was no enough,
Fresh tears pooled in her eyes as chanchal came forward and hung a money garland in her neck

'Ek baat toh hai
Jitni khoobsurat soorat hai
Utni he khoobsurat mehfil sajae hai tum ne hamare vansh or ahana ki reception ki'

Not able to handle more, riddhima torn the money garland off her neck and rushed back to her room, her bloodied foot print leaving their impression on the glassy white marble but did anyone cared?

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Bidding adieu to the guests that visited them for the reception, vansh heart beat at the highest pace as he took baby steps towards his wife's room

She had locked herself in her room after her performance and hadn't stepped out ever since
He had asked the servant to take food for her but she didn't respond to his calls

Reaching near the door, he knocked a few times but upon not getting any response he opened the door and entered inside only to find the room completely empty
Assuming her to be in the restroom, he was about to knock when his eyes fell on something near the vanity
Curious, he took large steps and came near the vanity only to see

HER MANGALSUTRA, BROKEN INTO SEVERAL PIECES

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Standing in the balcony, riddhima looked at the beautiful sunset that was clearly visible from her apartment's balcony

15 years, 15 years since she was leading a peaceful life

All thank to that angel

She still remembers,

Having enough of the humiliations, riddhima ran back to her room trying her best to not show anyone her vulnerable side not that anyone cared but she didn't wanted them the satisfaction to see her in more pain than she was already in

As her vision blinded with tears, her eyes fell on an envelope resting on her bedside

Confused, she picked it up and opened it to see tickets for paris, along with a passport

Opening it, she was shocked to see that the passport contained her pictures but her identity was totally different

Her mind screamed at her that this was the best opportunity for her yet the experience of betrayals made a fear arise in her heart

Who became her angel when everyone was against her??

Most importantly, could she trust this??

No no

She shouldn't

It could he a trap

A trap to cage her and torture her in the worst way possible

Her gaze drifted from the passport to the large mirror infront of her making her gasp

Her eyes and nose red due to constant crying

Her face swollen and hair disheveled

Her body exposed at various curves

Her neck still containing the love bites her husband gave her in the glasshouse as she assumed them to be out of love

Involuntarily, her fingers wrapped around her neck, pulling the only thing that binded her to her husband, her mangalsutra, as she fulled it hard, breaking it into several pieces but did she cared at that point

Packing only those things that belonged to her, riddhima changed into a simple jeans and shirt as she shoved the passport and ticket in her purse before jumping off the window and out of the mansion

And for the first time in her life, riddhima followed her mind instead of her heart

Life had been beautiful ever since that day

Today she was one of the most prestigious cardiac surgeons in paris and was running several NGO's, hospitals and orphanages helping people in need and getting their blessings

And too double her blessing, she had two beautiful munchkins in her life, sia and riyaan, whom she had adopted from one of the orphanages she ran, but she loved them with all her heart, just like her own blood

As the bright sun completely disappeared and was replaced by the moon, riddhima sent yet another thank you to her anonymous helper before joining her little devils in bed

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Sitting on the bench of orphanage where riddhima used to live, he was smiling looking at the children who were busy playing around happily lost in their own world when he felt a wave of smooth wind touch his soul

A feeling akin to honey spread across his heart realising that she was thanking him once again

She didn't have to

He was the reason for her miseries and it was his duty to bring her out of the dark, so he did, in a hope that it would wash off atleast some of his sins

SHE WAS HAPPY

SHE HAD A LIFE SHE ALWAYS WANTED

AND HE WAS HAPPY TO BE THE ONE TO GIVE HER THAT LIFE

HER HAPPINESS WAS ALL THAT MATTERED

THE END.

Leaving you all with the suspense...
Tell me in comment section who do you think is riddhima's anonymous helper???