Ch15Ill Wait. Because He Will Come
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Rivanya's transformation was nothing less than a thunderclap in a silent room.
The girl who once spoke softly, who lowered her gaze before elders, who was known for her calm and composed nature was now standing like fire incarnate.
People had always compared her to Goddess Gauri gentle, graceful, and serene but what they forgot was that even Gauri holds the power to turn into the fierce Goddess Durga when provoked.
If a woman can give life in the form of Gauri, she can also take it away in the form of Kali. And today, Rivanya embodied that very power the divine fire hidden beneath devotion. Her voice, steady yet blazing, carried the strength of every woman who refuses to let her sanctity be questioned.
Yes, maybe her marriage with Rudraksh wasn't perfect, maybe it began under the shadow of force and fate but her heart had chosen to respect the bond.
For her, that mangalsutra wasn't just a chain of gold, it was a vow...
a promise she had accepted with every beat of her heart.
And when someone tried to touch the sanctity of that bond, the calm river of Rivanya turned into an unstoppable storm.
That day, everyone witnessed not the fragile girl they once knew but the woman born of fire, love, and fierce pride... Rivanya Rudraksh Vardhan.
Rivanya stood there, her spine straight, her gaze unwavering as she looked directly into the eyes of every single person in the room. The silence was deafening, yet her voice cut through it like fire through dry air.
“Remember my words,” she said, her tone steady but fierce, “my husband, Kuwar Rudraksh Vardhan, will come back for me and when he does, he will take me away from here with all the dignity and honor that I deserve. That is my faith, and no one in this world can shake it.”
Tears streamed endlessly down her face, tracing wet lines over her pale cheeks, but behind those tears burned a storm an unshakable fire that no one dared to confront. Her pain was visible, yes, but so was her strength a strength so raw, so pure, it silenced every whisper in the room.
She turned her fierce gaze toward her father, her voice breaking yet strong enough to pierce through his guilt.
“Since childhood, I have allowed you to make every decision for my life, Mr. Bedi,” she said coldly, deliberately avoiding the word Papa. “But not this one.”
That single word Mr. Bedi hit Naresh like a thunderbolt.
His breath hitched; his eyes trembled. Never in his life had he imagined that his own daughter the one who once clung to his arm calling him Papa would look at him today as if he were a stranger.
And in that one moment, Naresh realized he had lost something far greater than he ever valued his daughter’s trust, her love, and her right to call him father.
Unable to control the flood of emotions burning inside her, Rivanya turned and ran up the grand staircase, her sobs echoing through the marble halls. Her footsteps were quick, desperate, and the tears that fell from her eyes left a trail behind her like shattered pieces of her soul.
Sandeep Mamaji looked at Dhara and gave her a quiet nod. Dhara, understanding the silent command, rushed after Rivanya.
The moment the two girls disappeared upstairs, Naresh broken and hollow turned to leave, his shoulders sagging with guilt and regret. But before he could take another step, Sandeep’s sharp, furious voice stopped him.
“This… this is the biggest mistake of your life, Naresh Bedi,” he said, rising from his seat, anger trembling in his voice. “You failed as a husband, you failed as a father, and today… you failed as a man. You destroyed every life that ever tried to love you.”
Naresh didn’t respond. His eyes were lifeless, his face pale as ash. Without a word, he turned and walked away, each step heavier than the last, the weight of his guilt pressing down on his shoulders like a curse.
After a long, suffocating silence, Nani Maa spoke, her voice trembling with both anger and pain.
“How do we make her understand?” she whispered, tears spilling from her eyes. “Why can’t she see what that monster really is? Why does she want to hold onto this marriage with such madness?”
Sandeep sighed deeply and slumped onto the sofa. His face was filled with a strange mix of sorrow and pride.
“Maa, you’re forgetting whose daughter she is…” he said softly. “She’s our Katha’s daughter. The reflection of that same woman who once stood against the world for her beliefs. The world remembers Katha for her strength, for her loyalty and Rivanya… she’s truly her mother’s shadow.”
Nanu, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke, his voice breaking with age and emotion.
“We can’t let our granddaughter’s life be ruined,” he said. “This is not love, Sandeep. It’s stubbornness the same stubbornness Katha once showed. And we all know… how that ended.”
As his voice faltered, his eyes glistened with unshed tears. The mention of Katha’s name brought back years of buried pain a love story that had ended in tragedy. The entire room fell silent, memories of the past weighing heavily on their hearts.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Rivanya stumbled into her room, her body trembling with exhaustion and grief. She slammed the door shut and collapsed face-first onto the bed. Her sobs broke through the silence like thunder in a dark sky.
She cried until her throat ached, until her body shook, until she could barely breathe. Never before had she cried like this not even when life had been cruel before. But tonight, it felt like every suppressed emotion, every wound, every ache she had hidden for years had burst open at once.
The room was dim, her cries echoing against the walls, and the mangalsutra around her neck glinted faintly in the light a symbol of love, of bondage, of faith.
And as her tears soaked the pillow, one thought echoed endlessly in her mind
“He will come for me… Rudraksh will come for me.”
The room was dimly lit, the silence only broken by the soft sound of Rivanya’s muffled sobs. The door creaked open, and Dhara stepped inside quietly. Her eyes softened as she saw Rivanya lying on the bed, face buried in the pillow, shoulders trembling.
Without a word, Dhara walked over and sat beside her, gently placing her hand on Rivanya’s head. Feeling that familiar warmth, Rivanya slowly lifted her tear-streaked face. The moment her eyes met Dhara’s, all the pain she’d been holding in burst free.
She sat up and threw her arms around Dhara, clinging to her tightly as if holding on to the last bit of comfort she had left in this world.
Her sobs grew heavier, deeper. Dhara hugged her just as tightly and whispered softly, “Rivu… what have you done to yourself, my love? Look at you… what have you turned into?”
Through her tears, Rivanya’s broken voice escaped, “I don’t know, Dhara… I don’t understand what’s happening to me anymore.”
Dhara gently pulled away, wiped her tears with her thumbs, and handed her a glass of water. “Enough now. Calm down and tell me everything. How did this marriage happen? What kind of man is Rudraksh? Tell me everything, Rivu.”
Taking deep, trembling breaths, Rivanya began to speak slowly, haltingly at first then letting every memory pour out.
She told Dhara how her marriage had happened, how circumstances had cornered her, how she became the “replacement bride.”
Then she spoke about Rudraksh’s family the people, their ways, their unexpected affection.
Dhara stayed silent, listening with her full heart. Not once did she interrupt. She just let Rivanya speak, watching her friend’s face shift between pain, confusion, and something deeper something she couldn’t quite name.
Finally, Rivanya said, her voice trembling yet glowing with sincerity, “You know, Dhara… that house Rudraksh’s family they made me feel like I was one of them. No one ever treated me like an outsider. They never let me feel that I was a replacement bride. Every gesture, every word,
every look was filled with love, with respect. They made me feel… like I belonged.”
A faint smile curved on Dhara’s lips. She reached forward and cupped Rivanya’s cheek.
“You know, when you left, you were my little Rivu innocent, shy, always hiding behind her dupatta. But now…”
she paused, her eyes brimming with admiration, “now you’ve become a woman, Rivu. A real queen in every sense. I can’t believe my little Rivu has grown up this much.”
Rivanya let out a teary laugh. “Dhara madam, you’re younger than me, stop pretending to be my elder sister!”
Dhara chuckled, brushing away a tear. “Oh please, I’m just six months younger. Don’t get too proud.”
Both burst into soft laughter — fragile yet healing. For a moment, it felt like time had paused between them.
Then Dhara’s expression softened again. “Alright, you’ve told me everything about everyone else. But now tell me about the one I really want to know about our jiju.”
Rivanya blinked, startled. “Jiju?”
Dhara grinned playfully. “Yes, of course! If you’re my elder sister now, then your husband is my jiju, isn’t he?”
A shy smile tugged at Rivanya’s lips. “So… that means you’ve accepted him?”
Dhara nodded with a warm smile. “When you have accepted him as your husband, Rivu, then how can I not accept him as my brother-in-law? I just want your happiness that’s all that matters. You deserve all the love in this world.
And I’ll keep praying to Goddess Gauri that your life overflows with every joy imaginable.”
Overwhelmed, Rivanya hugged her again, her tears now soft the kind that come from gratitude, not grief.
After a while, Dhara pulled back and said gently, “Okay, enough crying for today. Now tell me what’s he like? What’s our Rudraksh jiju like?”
Rivanya smiled through her tears, her eyes suddenly glowing.