|WEDDING|
Just as Reyansh was about to lose his mind completely, he saw a familiar figure appear from behind a broken wall—Jinal, walking casually,with dirty clothes cradling a dirty little puppy in her arms, her face glowing with the kind of childish joy that made time freeze for a second.
"Who's a cutie baby? You are! You're such a soft little muffin," she cooed at the muddy creature, pressing her cheek to its fur, completely oblivious to the panic she had caused.
Reyansh rushed to her, his chest heaving, and before she could say a word, he grabbed her shoulders tightly.
"Where the fuck were you, huh?! Are you crazy?! Can't you sit at one fucking place for once?!" he snapped, his voice louder than he intended.
Startled, Jinal's smile faded. Her eyes widened—and then slowly, tears began to fill them, making Reyansh's heart clench with guilt.
He looked down, only to realise how tight his grip had been. He immediately let go, stepping back and exhaling sharply, trying to calm himself.
"You only know how to drive me insane," he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. "Stupid girl. Sit in the car and leave that dirty dog behind."
Jinal glared at him, her voice sharp. "Don't you dare call him dirty! He's cute, not like you, akdu karela!"
Reyansh gritted his teeth. "Stop behaving like a kid, Jinal. I'm not taking this filth in my car."
"Oh yeah? Well good, because I'm not even coming with you! You're free to go, Mr. Sehgal," she snapped, turning around in mock dignity.
He exhaled again, slowly this time. Arguing with her felt like banging his head against a wall made of sarcasm and stubbornness.
"Let's go already," he said through clenched teeth. "We're late."
She folded her arms. "I'm not coming. I'll take a taxi."
"I said—stop acting like a child and sit in the car!"
"No!"
And then he lost the last ounce of patience he had.
Without another word, Reyansh scooped her up in his arms, making her gasp.
"Reyansh! Put me down!" she protested, holding the puppy tightly against her chest as if it were her child.
"I swear if you drop him—!"
"Then stop fighting me and SIT," he said through his teeth, marching to the car with zero intention of arguing further.
He opened the front seat door, placed her inside—still clutching the dog—and slammed it shut before walking around to the driver's side.
Jinal pouted and muttered under her breath, "Akdu idiot."
He turned the engine on with a hard jerk. "I heard that."
"Good. You were meant to."
And the car rolled on—one passenger furious, one scared, and one puppy completely clueless of the storm it had walked into.
I don't know what exactly is happening, but... Reyansh bhaiyaa—and I think the girl with him is his wife?—they both looked so sweet together.
She was very kind to me. Her smile, the way she talked—like someone from a fairy tale. She handed me a dress, a really pretty one, and even helped me fix my shawl over it. I whispered a thank you. Maybe she didn't hear, but I meant it with all my heart.
Then they took me somewhere. I had no idea where, but I didn't ask. I just followed them like a quiet shadow.
And then the car stopped in front of something... something huge.
The gates opened slowly, creaking like in those palace shows I'd secretly watched on TV when no one was around. My eyes widened. So many black cars. So many bodyguards standing straight like statues. Just like in the movies.
And the mansion... it wasn't a house. It was a palace.
I pressed my face slightly to the car window like a kid.
A garden so big—a thousand people could play there and still have space left. The cars, the guards, the way the wind blew through the royal-looking front—everything felt unreal.
The car came to a stop.
My heart, already racing, felt like it was caught in my throat.
I tightened the shawl around myself again... silently praying that whatever happens next, I can survive it.
————————————————
Hariram stumbled into Thakur Haveli, sweat dripping from his forehead, trembling as he fell to Virendra Singh Rathore's feet.
"Forgive me, Thakur sa... I didn't know they'd take the girl—Jagdish... Jagdish did everything—I'm innocent, I swear!"
But Virendra didn't blink. His eyes held no mercy—just cold silence. He looked down at Hariram like he was filth stuck to his shoe.
Everyone in the hall stared as Hariram kept begging. He folded his hands, kept repeating that he didn't mean for Devyani to be hurt, that he'd been threatened, tricked, cornered.
But Virendra already knew.
He knew exactly what Hariram was.
A man who would sell his own blood for a few bundles of cash. He didn't need evidence. Greed stunk off Hariram like rotting flesh. And Virendra's silence was far louder than any slap.
After a few moments of that heavy stillness, Virendra turned to Aditya and Reyansh and said sharply, "Carry out the plan. Every second counts."
Both brothers nodded. No questions asked.
Because when Thakur sa gave an order—you didn't question it. You obeyed it.
?
The sun barely seeped through the tall windows of RIVAN Thakur's penthouse.
Reyansh and Aditya stepped inside, followed closely by Jinal, Payal, and Aaradhya.
The plan needed all of them—but especially her.
Aaradhya. The youngest Thakur. The girl Rivan Thakur loved more than anyone in this world. His weakness.
Without her, none of this would work.
And in the heart of the penthouse—he was there.
Sitting alone. A half-empty glass in one hand, a gun resting nearby, his chest rising slowly like a volcano ready to explode.
His bare back was covered in fresh blood, streaks across muscle like someone had carved rage into his skin.
He looked like he'd killed someone.
And maybe... he had.
He didn't move. Didn't turn.
But he knew they were there.
In a voice as sharp as steel, he said, "Why did you come here?"
His words weren't a question.
They were a warning.
All the girls flinched the moment his deep, bone-chilling voice echoed across the room. It wasn't just anger—it was pain. Pure, raw pain.
Aaradhya, his baby sister, instinctively gripped Aditya's arm tightly, her eyes wide with fear.
Even Jinal, who could throw a tantrum in her sleep, went pale. Her trembling fingers reached out for Reyansh. He sighed, shrugged off her hand for a second, but when he felt her shaking—he silently pressed his palm over hers.
That was all it took.
Jinal relaxed.
Because even if Reyansh Sehgal claimed to hate her, he still knew how to calm her better than anyone else.
Aditya stepped forward. Voice calm, steady, trying to hide his worry.
"Bhaiyya...we need to talk"
Rivan didn't respond.
He didn't even turn around.
He just got up, grabbed the glass table, and in one violent jerk—smashed it to pieces.
Shards flew across the floor, glittering like ice, and the sound cracked through the air like thunder.
All three girls gasped. Even Aaradhya couldn't stop the tear that slipped from her eye.
Aditya's gaze softened.
Of course Rivan wasn't in his senses.
Today was her death anniversary.
The name alone could shatter Rivan Thakur like glass.
The only woman he ever loved. The only person who'd seen the soft side of the beast. And the one he couldn't protect.
Today, the memories cut deeper than any enemy ever could.
Today, he felt like that same helpless boy again—crying in silence, breaking inside, but showing no tears.
Aditya slowly walked closer.
"Bhaiyya... please. That's enough."
He didn't say more.
Because somewhere... he knew, behind all that anger, was a man still searching for peace.
But the moment Rivan turned around, his sharp gaze met the trembling eyes of his baby sisters—and just like that, the storm within him settled.
The broken glass, the blood, the fury—everything melted when he saw them.
He might be a monster to the world, but to Aaradhya and Payal, jinal he was still their protector, their big brother, their constant.
Especially Aaradhya—his heart. His weakness.
Without a word, he walked past everyone and disappeared into his room. Minutes later, he returned—cleaned up, now wearing a plain dark shirt. The hall was spotless again, like the chaos never happened.
But Rivan Thakur's gun was still in his hand.
He never let it go.
Whether he was meeting a friend or family, love or enemy—he was always ready.
He sat on the couch, resting back with an unreadable expression. The grip on his gun was tight, knuckles white.
Then he lifted a finger, silently calling Aaradhya toward him.
She rushed immediately, no hesitation. She sat beside him, and he wrapped her safely in his arms like she was made of glass. Her eyes shimmered with tears—but she blinked them away quickly.
After all, she was hugging her Rivan bhaiyya after years.
She couldn't cry now.
Rivan leaned back, holding her as if protecting his whole world.
And then, his voice returned—cold and sharp as ice.
"If you both are done, leave."
He didn't need to say more.
He knew Aditya and Reyansh hadn't come out of concern.
They came with a purpose—and he hated being manipulated.
But before Aditya could reply, Aaradhya spoke up in her innocent, sweet voice.
"Bhaiyya... please. Can we take Kaizan with us?"
Rivan's eyes narrowed instantly.
"Kaizan?"
The silence was deadly. He loves Kaizan more than his life. Kaizan is his baby his cute little baby.
Rivan stared at his sister, stunned.
"You want to play... with him?"
His voice was flat. Disbelieving.
Aaradhya nodded cutely. "Yes!"
Rivan sighed. How could he say no to her?
"Fine," he muttered finally.
The girls smiled excitedly and got up to prepare. Aditya and Reyansh exchanged a silent glance. The first part of Virendra's plan had just worked.
Because the only way to pull Rivan into the marriage trap...
Was to pull his heart with them.
And right now, that heart was Aaradhya.
That's why the first step to forcing the marriage was to remove Kaizan from Rivan's side.
Before Rivan could use him to stop it.
In the private corridor of Rivan's penthouse, Aradhya, Jinal, and Payal exchanged glances before running toward the little figure sitting on the couch with crossed arms and a blank, royal expression.
"Hiiiii Kaizan!!" all three chorused brightly.
Kaizan slowly turned his head, glared at them with sharp eyes, then shifted his face to the other side, ignoring them as if they were the most irrelevant beings on the planet.
Aradhya pouted dramatically, "Kaizan baby, you won't even talk with me?"
Kaizan moved to get down from the couch, ready to escape, when Jinal jumped in, "Kaizan, come, we are going to the garden. Let's go, na!"
Kaizan glanced back, rolled his eyes with visible distaste, and shook his head with a strict 'no', turning away like a stubborn little prince.
Payal stepped forward, her sweet voice layered with subtle threat, "Your dad gave us permission, so it's better you come with us, or else... we will complain to him!"
Kaizan's jaw tightened, but he didn't move.
It wasn't working.
Aradhya exchanged a glance with Jinal and Payal before dramatically sighing, "Baby Kaizan, do you know Sweety is also coming to the garden to play today? But it's fine if you don't want to come with us... we won't force you."
They turned to leave.
Suddenly, they heard small footsteps behind them.
Kaizan was silently following them toward the elevator.
Plan: successful.
?
How could Dad give permission to play with these chudails?
Dad knows how I hate being around women. Ewww. They just suck.
But anyway, since they are forcing... I'll go. But only for Sweety. That's it.
?
The girls giggled softly while leading Kaizan toward the car, hiding their nervousness under excited chatter.
Kaizan walked behind them, eyes rolling with attitude, letting them think they won—
but it was only because he allowed them.
But now... it was the boys' turn.
Aditya cleared his throat, cautiously stepping forward.
"Bhaiyya... umm—"
Before he could even finish, Rivan shot him a cold glare, sharp enough to cut glass.
Not a word.
Not a glance.
Rivan simply got up and walked back into his room, his heavy steps echoing through the silence like a warning bell.
He didn't slam the door, didn't lock it—but the unspoken message was loud and clear.
"Don't follow me."
Inside, the room was dark—curtains drawn, mirrors covered, and a faint scent of alcohol and blood in the air.
Today wasn't just any day.
Today was the death anniversary of Vasundhara.
The only woman he had ever let near his heart...
And the one who left, leaving it bleeding permanently.
Rivan loved being alone today.
He loved being sad—because madness felt easier than memories.
His eyes were red. Bloodshot. Swollen.
Anyone could tell... he had been crying for hours.
The monster of Thakur mansion—crying like a boy who lost his entire world.
But that was Rivan Thakur.
Ruthless to the world.
Ruined inside.
Devyani sat quietly on the edge of the large, cushioned bed in the haveli's guest room, her small hands clutching the ends of her old shawl as she looked around the unfamiliar space.
Suddenly, the heavy wooden door creaked open.
She jolted up, panic flashing in her eyes, her heart thumping as she wondered who it might be.
But as soon as her eyes fell on the man at the door, her fear dissolved, replaced by a soft shine in her eyes.
"Uncle... aap?" she whispered, relief flooding her features.
Virendra stepped in, giving her a gentle smile, "Yes, Devyani."
She fidgeted with her fingers before mustering courage, "Uncle, can I ask you something?"
"Of course, beta," he replied, moving closer.
She took a small breath, looking up at him with those large, innocent eyes, "If I get married... will all the debt babu is having be paid?"
For a moment, Virendra's heart twisted in guilt. Using her like this, forcing her into a marriage she didn't even understand... he felt like the worst human alive.
But he managed to nod, "Yes, Devyani. Everything will be cleared."
"Oh... okay, uncle." She nodded softly, processing it, then looked up again with childlike confusion.
"Uncle... how many days will I have to stay with that man?
Like, up to how many days will babu's debt clear, so I can go back?
" Her voice was soft, trembling with innocence.
"You know na, uncle, babu and bhaiyya don't know cooking and all the household work.
Without me, they will be alone, no one to take care of them.
.. so how many days will it take, uncle, so I can leave? "
Virendra felt like the ground had slipped beneath his feet. Her words pierced him, each syllable reminding him of the innocence he was stealing.
He swallowed, his voice barely steady, and with a heavy heart said:
"Only one year, Devyani. Then you can leave, beta."
Her entire face lit up, "Really? Only one year? Okay, okay!"
She gave a soft, relieved smile, "Don't worry, uncle. I know all the housework. I will do everything for that man too, just so babu can complete his debt. At least I can do that for him, right?"
Virendra tried to smile, but it was hollow, his heart heavier than ever as he quietly turned and left the room—
each step echoing the weight of what he had just promised,
and what he was about to destroy.
Jinal entered the room with a warm smile, carrying a beautifully packed box in her hands.
"Devyani bhabhi,it's time to get you ready," she chirped softly.
Devyani looked at her with big, confused eyes, clutching her shawl tightly, "now?"
Jinal nodded, opening the box to reveal a stunning red lehenga, its embroidery shimmering like little stars.
Devyani's breath hitched, eyes widening in awe. She had only seen such dresses on TV, on those brides who smiled brightly on the screen. Today... she was going to wear one.
Jinal carefully helped her change, brushing her long hair and decorating them with delicate flowers. Devyani flinched when the cold bangles slid onto her wrists, the clinking sound too foreign for her.
"You look so beautiful, bhabhi... like a doll," Jinal whispered, her own eyes softening at the sight of the innocent girl, clueless about the storm waiting for her.
Devyani tried to smile, her hands trembling as she touched the red dupatta Jinal placed on her head. She looked at herself in the mirror, unable to recognise the girl staring back.
Outside, the Thakur Haveli was filled with hushed tension masked under the layers of simple marigold garlands and incense smoke.
The mandap was set, the sacred fire ready, the pandits chanting quietly as they checked the arrangements.
The family members moved around stiffly, trying to look normal, but the air was thick with fear.
Because everything was ready—
The bride was ready.
The rituals were ready.
The haveli was ready.
The only thing missing... was the groom.
And the groom himself... didn't even know he was getting married today.
The clock ticked,
and with each passing second,
the lion's den waited for its king to arrive, unaware that today,
The air around Thakur Haveli felt heavy—as if even the moon was too afraid to shine brightly tonight.
The maids moved quietly, eyes lowered. The guards stood alert, their hands near weapons.
The family members exchanged nervous glances, speaking in hushed voices.
But the most terrified heart belonged to Devyani—who had no idea that in just moments, she would be married to a man whose name made even grown men tremble.
A man she had never seen...
A man they called a monster in human skin.
Everyone stood as Reyansh and Aditya walked in, holding Rivan by each arm.
He wasn't in his senses—his face blank, his eyes soulless. He looked like a storm trapped in human flesh.
Everyone stepped back instinctively. Even the fire in the havankund flickered with caution.
And then...
She came.
Devyani.
No one had seen her before—until now.
The moment she stepped towards the mandap, it was like the world froze.
Even the guards who feared nothing were stunned. The maids gasped softly.
Rudraksh's jaw dropped.
There she stood—dressed in the same red lahengga given by the jinal, her long hair falling behind her back like black silk.
But it was her skin that stole every breath.
Soft, glowing, untouched.
Because for 18 years... no sunlight had kissed her skin. No pollution, no harsh winds, no touch.
She looked like a porcelain doll carved by the gods and locked away from the world.
Payal nudged Rudraksh, whispering with a roll of her eyes,
"She's taken. Close your mouth, bhai."
But even Payal couldn't look away for long.
And yet... as beautiful as she was, her eyes were blank.
Like someone walking in a dream.
Or straight into a nightmare.
The wedding was about to begin.
But no one dared to breathe.
Because this wasn't a celebration.
This was a storm waiting to explode.
The sacred fire crackled softly as the mantras began.
Panditji's voice echoed in the quiet hall, but it felt distant—like a whisper before a storm.
Rivan Thakur sat beside Devyani, motionless.
His eyes didn't move, his body stiff like stone.
His white sherwani was stained slightly at the cuffs—no one dared to ask why.
Devyani, draped in red, sat like a doll placed in the mandap.
Her hands trembled, her eyes fixated on the fire in front of her.
She didn't even glance at the man beside her... the one they told her was now her husband-to-be.
Reyansh and Aditya stood nearby, watching every second like trained hawks.
The family—Virendra, Yashodha, Samarveer, Rekha, and others—remained silent, only offering occasional nods to each other.
As the gathbandhan was tied by Reyansh, his fingers shook.
He glanced once at him RIVAN , but he didn't look back.
Not even at him.
Not even at his bride.
The pandit announced,
Rivan didn't move.
Aditya stepped forward. "Bhaiyya..."
Still no response.
It was Reyansh who leaned near and whispered something no one heard—but whatever it was, it made Rivan's jaw tighten.
Rivan stepped forward for the sindoor.
He took the vermilion from the thaal, and for a second, he paused.
Everyone held their breath.
And then... in one swift movement, he filled her maang.
Red. Bold. Ruthless.
A mark not just of marriage—but of ownership.
He tied the mangalsutra around her neck.
The chain was heavy. Not in weight, but in meaning.
A shiver passed through Devyani's body.
Not because of joy—but because her fate was sealed.
Her lips quivered.
Her eyes blinked slowly.
And in that moment...
Devyani became Mrs. Rivan Singh Thakur.
Not by choice.
But by command of destiny.
And the monster sitting beside her?
He still didn't look at her once.
As the pandit began chanting mantras for the pheras, Aditya subtly stepped closer to his elder brother. His hands held the edge of Rivan's sherwani lightly while he spoke in a low voice.
"Bhaiyya... bas thodi der... bas aaj ke liye..."
His voice was pleading.
On the other side, Reyansh was already ready with the syringe hidden within his sleeve.
As Rivan remained cold, unresponsive, and distant—completely uninterested in what was happening around him—Reyansh took his chance. In a single move, practiced and subtle, he injected something into Rivan's arm from behind his elbow.
Rivan jerked slightly, but he didn't resist. He didn't even turn.
Within seconds, the effect began.
His pupils dilated a little, and his shoulders loosened—his sharp focus fading into a strange stillness.
Aditya held his arm. "Bhaiyya, bas thoda time. Tomorrow morning, you'll be okay... but today, let this happen. Please..."
Rivan blinked slowly.
The man who could crush bones with his stare now stood like a puppet.
Not fully out of control—but enough to not resist.
That was all they needed.
That was all Virendra Thakur needed.
The marriage had to happen.
And so it did.
Rivan performed the rituals.
He took the pheras.
He filled her maang.
He tied the mangalsutra.
He didn't question anything.
Not because he agreed—
But because he was half-drugged, too clouded to stop it.
Only Aditya and Reyansh knew what was done.
They stood like shields—protecting the bride, controlling the groom.
Their plan was going as intended.
But by morning...
When the effect wears off...
Rivan Thakur will remember everything.
And then...
Hell will wait for no one.
One thread tying her life to a stranger.
One thread cutting her off from the past.
She didn't know the man beside her.
He didn't look at her once.
But still, her dupatta fluttered beside his sherwani as if even fabric had accepted this forced bond.
Panditji:
"Vivah sampann hua."
The marriage is complete.
But there was no cheer. No claps.
Only silence.
But don't worry—the two deleted chapters are still safe and available on Scrollstack:
· Devyani's Nervousness
· Devyani Sleeping in Rivan's Arms
?? To read them:
1. Open Google and search Scrollstack.
2. Click the link stck.me.
3.
Sign up/sign in.
4. In the search bar, type maya87.
5. You'll find my page with 3 novels—select The Thakur's one.
6. Scroll down to the chapter right below The Wedding—that's where your missing chapters are waiting for you
Devyani's sobs had turned to gasps.
Her body trembled like a fragile leaf in a storm, her tiny hands still clutched his blood-soaked palm with all the strength she had left — but her voice was growing weaker with every second.
"Pain... is very bad... please..." she whispered, hiccupping as her tears soaked into the sleeve of his shirt.
Her head leaned forward, resting lightly against his chest — not because she wanted to, but because her strength was failing.
"Please... Pati ji..."
Her breath came out shaky, soft. "Don't... hurt... yourself...."
And then—
Her body gave up.
Like a puppet cut from strings.
She collapsed forward into him.
RIVAN caught her instinctively, his arms tightening around her without thinking.
Her head fell against the hollow of his neck, her soft breath brushing against his collarbone.