10| Chasing game.
"Tujhe tujhse Tod lun
kahi khud se jod lun
Mere jism O Jaan mein aa
Teri khushboo odh lun"
Life is not always the same, it shows us every colour, the ones we live and the ones which we have to face. And when you enter the darkest phase of your life, either it will break you completely or mould in better way than before. This is one of the few things I learnt from my mumma.
Nobody can break you until you allow them to, Am I allowing him to break me? No I'm not.
We can't run away from our destinies, but we can change them. I didn't know what would happen, better or worse. But I'll accept it, only on my consent. Not because of anyone's force.
The faint sound drags me out of my thoughts and I turn towards the door where Lucie is standing with four other women who are dressed elegantly. The realisation of my marriage hits me as soon as I recognise that they are stylists and make-up artists.
"Mam, they are beauticians... Sir has ordered you to get ready in one hour." Lucie says, heading towards me. I pass her a forced smile, suppressing the frustration arising within me.
"Mam, this is your outfit." One of those beauticians utters while handing me a big box. "please go and change."
All five of them have their heads bowed down. Sometimes I wonder how they manage to perform like robots every time, of course they must be trained to do so.
I take a deep breath to compose myself before standing up and taking the box from her hands. The box weighs heavy, but not more than the bewilderment of this situation.
I make my way towards the bathroom and after reaching there, I throw the box aside and I look at myself in the mirror. Slightly red eyes, pale face, wet lashes and most importantly- his bite marks on my body.
I hate when he marks me as his own, claims both my body and soul as his. I hate the way my body reacts to his touch, the way my heart flutters on his words. But eventually, I can't help it cause he was the first ever man who came so close to me, that too with my consent.
I shake my head to drain out all these thoughts, cause the moment is not to think about all this. I turn on the tab and splash some cold water on my face before picking up the lehenga from floor.
It is a bridal baby pink lehenga with fine diamond work and some exquisite design. My heart pounds on the thought that I'm becoming his bride, but he said he would meet me to my bro, a part of me wants to trust him- but no, Trusting him will be a stupidity which I can't bear.
After half an hour, I step out of the bathroom, adorned in the lehenga that molds to my body with perfect precision.
The blouse features a neckline that is both comfortable and daring, offering a tantalizing glimpse of my cleavage.
The underskirt clings to my curves in all the right places, flaring out at the bottom to reveal a subtle, seductive hint of my waist.
"Mam, sit comfortably." One of the beauticians addresses me as she pulls the chair for me.
They start their work as I sit quietly on the chair like a puppet. I slightly turn to look at the vintage clock which is showing 09.43 AM, every passing second is getting heavier for me on the thought that he'll break his promise.
Beauticians adorned me with diamond jewellery and nude makeup, one of them arranged my hair into a plain bun before beautifying it with some fresh roses. All of them except Lucie leave as soon as they complete my look.
He lied, he lied to me. My inner self is cursing me for trusting him, my heart getting restless in disbelief of the situation. Now the only option I can see is running away, I can't care less about the consequences but certainly they won't be worse than this situation.
"Lucie, Rivaan sir is calling you." I turn my head towards the direction of this voice where another servant stands, bowing his head.
Rivaan, yes I know him. Not exactly, but yes I saw him a few times with that monster. He can help me in leaving this place, but why the hell will he help me? Atleast for the sake of humanity Tara, what's so wrong in trying?
"Lucie, can you please call Rivaan here?" I ask Lucie before she can leave the room. My tone is convincing yet desperate.
"But why mam?" She murmurs slowly, her voice dripping with suspicion.
"Are you questioning me? I'm your boss's fiancèe, you must have an idea what will happen if I tell this to him." I say in a low growl, pretending to be intimidating.
"S- sorry mam." She apologizes before leaving the room.
I didn't want to be rude, but I'm left with no option.
My gaze is fixed on the door as this is last hope I'm left with. I knew he's not in the villa and leaving this chance will be another foolishness, I bit my lower lip out of restlessness.
"Ji bhabhi." I immediately turn my gaze towards the door where Rivaan stands, bowing is head.
Bhabhi? I feel like punching is face for calling me bhabhi, the urge to say 'I'm not your bhabhi' is high but I didn't voice it.
"Will you help me escape from here?" I ask him, His lips part as he looks at me.
"What?" He mumbles in a low voice.
"Please, please Rivaan. I don't have much time... Will you help me or not?" I utter in a convincing yet uneasy voice. I knew he must be aware of the situation very well, still my heart has a hope that he might help me.
He stands quietly for a few minutes while my eyes filled with hope never leaving his.
"You can use the basement area." He snaps "I'll guide you the way and you can use bhai's car." He hand me the car's key.
Though I didn't trust him, but I can't escape from here on my own as I didn't know anything about this villa.
"Come with me." He commands as he make his way out of the room. Without a second thought, I grabbed my lehnga in fists and started following him with impulsive steps.
Every step I'm taking feels heavy as my feet trembles. After fifteen minutes, we reach the back basement. Rivaan tilts a vase and opens the door. My eyes slid from him to the door which is large yet fascinating.
"Come this way, bhabhi." He indicates the way and I follow him. Within a few minutes, we reach out of the villa and I look around, we are at the backyard and my gaze falls on the rolls Royce standing a few inches away from me.
"Take this car, but please be careful." Rivaan sighs as he looks at me with a hint of concern and tension mix in his gaze. "There's a Locator which will navigate you the way"
I nod in response before sitting in the car. I plug in the keys and start the car, I know it won't be easy but sitting there like a maniac won't be a great choice itself.
From the rear view mirror, I look at Rivaan who is typing something in his phone.
Without giving it much attention, I increase the speed.
My breath is going heavy but I have to keep myself firm until I reach Jindal Mansion.
This jewellery and everything is suffocating for me, as I'm not used to wearing all this.
I keep the speed high for the first 5 Km and after that, I turn it medium as I enter the inner New York with the help of Locator.
All of a sudden, something clicks in my mind. Why is everything going so smooth? Like, it's going out of the context. I can smell something fishy as he must have known everything by now.
"Missing me, fireheart?" My eyes widen at the sound of the voice.
I look around in a mix of amusement and fear, but there's no one else in sight.
Eventually, my gaze falls on the car's dashboard where a small microphone is fixed, then I glance at the rearview mirror. A black Bugatti is following me.
It takes me no time to understand that he's here to chase me. Yes, The Beast is here to chase me, but I don't fear him... Instead, I increase the speed as his car is still far away from mine. I can sense that he's intentionally not increasing the speed, but why?
He must be overconfident that he'll catch me anyway. Fine, I'm ready for this chasing game. I keep accelerating without thinking of the consequences, my gaze fixated on the road ahead.
I don't care if I crash or worse; I won't let him catch me- not so easily, at least.
"You think I can't catch you, Amour?" He speaks again.
"And you think you'll catch me so easily, monster?" I retort.
"I won't just catch you, I'll catch you f'ck you "
My cheeks flush on his words.
"We'll see." I say firmly.
The cold wind whips over my face through the open window as I glance at the rearview mirror once more. His car is still there, it presents a dark shadow against the bright daylight.
"Clear the streets of Albany within five minutes." I hear his voice from the other side, commanding his men to clear the road ahead.
Within minutes of his command, the road began to clear and the obstacles vanish as If sweep away by an invincible hand. Eventually, the street became completely empty, leaving only my car racing down the deserted lane followed by his bugatti.
F'ck him!
"Desperate enough?" His voice crackles from the other side, making me gasp.
Is he reading my mind?
Fuck him fuck him fuck him!
I swerve the car towards the highway, and he follows closely behind.
"So you won't stop the car?" He ask, I can sense the hint of warning in his tone.
"I won't" I retort, frustration fueling my acceleration.
"I hate your guts, fireheart."
"And I hate you."
"Doesn't change the fact that you are fcking mine."
"Fuck off"
"I will fuck you"
After crossing a kilometre, I glance back in the rear view mirror. I didn't see his car this time, In fact my car is the only one running on the entire road.
What is happening? My lips part, and my eyes narrow as I look back again, confusion and amusement battling within me. He must be trapping me. I won't slow down for anything.
I take a deep breath and press the accelerator. The scary silence fills the space around me, amplifying the tension. Adrenaline running through my veins, sending shivers down my spine.
Just a while Tara, you can do it!
I slow down the speed slightly before drifting the car and my eyes widen at the sight ahead, I pull the brakes immediately as he stands right in front of my car, leaning against the bonnet of his bugatti and looking at me with his head slightly tilted.
For a couple of seconds, I keep staring at him with an unreadable expression hovering over my face, I'm amused but not scared, Not even a bit.
"You are caught" he smirks.
"Not yet" I retort and turn my car towards the opposite side, just then another car blocked my path. And to my another amusement, Rivaan is sitting in that car.
Wow, So the bastard cheated!
Now it's the time to face him- and I will!
I close my eyes out of frustration and let out a sigh before stepping out of my car and heading towards him.
"You cheated me? You said you'd let me meet me my bro before our marriage?" I ask him, my voice cracking with disbelief and fury.
"Get in the car." He commands, making my fury and frustration at peak.
"You think you will force me and I'll obey your command?" I snaps at him.
"I won't marry you." I growl.
"You will marry me like a good bride you are, My bride." He says, his eyes move from my face to behind me.
Before I can recognise anything, he pulls me close to him and in an instant, lifts me on his shoulder like a rag doll.
"Put me down, you bastard... You can't force me." I scream, trying to get rid of him but fail miserably.
He ignored all my pleas and heads towards his bugatti after indicating something to Rivaan. My body bounces against his back as he carries me towards the car, I try my best to get free but all my efforts proves to be futile.
After reaching the car, he opens the door and settles me into the passenger seat despite my continued efforts to push him back. Then, he walks around to the other side, opens the door, and sits in the driving seat.
"Do you think my bro would let this happen?" My voice cracking "He will bury you alive."
"So desperate to meet your brother?" a grin forms on his face as he spoke "I'll fulfill your desperation very soon." He says as he leans over me and fastens my seat belt.
I looks at him with confusion, what is the meaning of his words? What is he going to do? A strange fear whips over my mind.
He pulls the accelerator and starts the car as his eyes move from my face to the road ahead.
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