Mumbai
Jannat Villa
The most luxurious room in Jannat Villa, which was significantly larger than the normal rooms, had its own swimming pool, and beside it, there was a huge beautiful balcony adorned with flowers. On this balcony, there was a plush sofa where the owner of the room, Rudraksh Shekhawat, enjoyed his morning coffee. No one was allowed into this room, and even Rudraksh's girlfriends never came here.
Inside this room, there was only peaceâthe calm before the storm, because the storm was busy in the swimming pool. Rudraksh had been in the water for quite a while, while Arena, Ishan's wife, had been waiting outside. About ten minutes later, Rudraksh emerged from the pool, his hot body wrapped in a towel, the water droplets making him look even hotter. Rudraksh quickly changed his clothes and entered the room where Arena had been waiting for him.
Arena, looking at Rudraksh, softly said, "Rudraksh, you shouldn't have insulted Dada like that. He says those things for your own good. You know how much respect the Shekhawat family has in Mumbai, how much honor it holds. And your actions are putting that respect in danger."
Rudraksh, smiling at his sister-in-law, replied, "Wow, Bhabi, great! You've started talking like Mom, Dad, and Dada? Do you think I'll change because of that fool? You all will be responsible for all his pain. He will face nothing but suffering and humiliation, and who will be blamed for all this? Who? You all! Because when he arrives, I won't leave my girlfriend nor my hobbies. If you still want me to marry that girl, it's your choice."
Arena was left frightened by Rudraksh's words. She was a kind and understanding woman, who had been married for a year, and she had adopted the ways of the Shekhawat family like everyone else.
Arena softly said, "The food is ready. Please eat. I don't know why Dada has created this confusion, but you have to admit, Rudraksh, that girl... I can't say much about her, but by not respecting Dada's decision, you will bring sorrow to the whole family." After saying this, Arena left, and Rudraksh headed to the gym. He knew that tonight would be spent in the gym, as his mind was troubled. He already felt an inexplicable hatred for the girl who hadn't even arrived yet, whom he had never met.
Indore
In a small house, a girl was sitting in her room, reading. In front of her was a cute little girl who looked similar to her but was much younger. The younger girl, named Gudia, softly asked, "Haya, what do you keep reading all the time?"
Haya, the heroine of our story, was tall, slim, fair-skinned, with brown eyes and golden hair. She spoke very little, but when she did, she would silence everyone around her. Haya had a passion for studying, but because of her father, she had to quit her studies. However, she still secretly continued studying, trying to prepare for her upcoming exams.
At Gudia's question, Haya replied irritably, "How many times have I told you not to mention my name? I'm eight years older than you! I will slap you if you say my name again."
Just as Haya said this, Gudia was about to say something when their mother, Kamini, quickly entered the room and said, "How many times have I told you not to sit with those books? Your father is coming! If he sees you reading, he'll kill you. Throw those books away!"
Haya, annoyed, snapped back, "Oh? What will he do? Will he beat me? Let him beat me! I won't give up my passion just because of him. All girls study, and I haven't even seen the inside of a college."
At Haya's words, someone angrily grabbed her hair. Haya's eyes filled with tears as she knew it was none other than her toxic father, who had tortured her since childhood. Haya tightly closed her eyes and whispered, "Papa, I just picked up the book... I just..."
Haya's voice was silenced as Ranjit grabbed her hair roughly. Kamini quickly intervened, saying, "What are you doing? She's a young girl. If she gets hurt, no one will marry her."
Ranjit, angry, retorted, "Tomorrow, very important people from the city are coming for this cursed daughter's wedding. Get her ready properly. Thank my father, whose connections helped us get such a good match. His friends are from the Shekhawat familyâvery rich, and she'll live in luxury. What more do we need? She must impress them. Understood?"
After Ranjit left, the innocent Haya, whose fair skin had turned red from anger, clung to her mother's feet and pleaded, "Mom, I don't want to get married. You know that! I really don't want any marriage. I have my own dreams, my own passions. I don't know who these people are or what they are like. Please, do something, Mom!"
Kamini, softly replying, said, "It's good that you're getting married, at least then you'll be free from such a father, and you'll live in peace. They are rich, and I've heard the boy is very handsome. His name is well-known in all of Mumbai. All the girls are dying to marry him."
Haya, irritated by her mother's words, snapped, "I don't want that boy, the one who is crazy about him. Please, Mom, arrange my marriage with someone else. I don't want to marry anyone."
Kamini, turning off the light, said, "Shut your mouth, Haya, or you'll see the consequences. Your father has been taunting me my whole life for not producing sons, and now if something happens at your wedding, I don't know what he'll do to us."
After saying this, Kamini left the room, and Haya's eyes filled with tears. Gudia, looking at her sister, hugged her tightly, because, as a little girl, what could she do? After all, she, too, was the daughter of the same cruel father who showed no mercy to anyone, not even her.
The Next Morning
Haya had fallen asleep, crying, and her eyes opened the next morning when Kamini shouted at her. Kamini, holding a red bridal dress, said, "Get ready! They're coming soon. I heard they're arriving by plane. They look very rich. It's good that your wedding will be happening quickly, so get ready." Saying this, Kamini left. Haya wanted to say something, but Kamini had firmly told her that if she said anything, she would have to deal with her wrath. Reluctantly, Haya wore the red lehenga. The dress accentuated her beauty â her fair skin glowing, her golden hair tied up, and minimal makeup on her face with a dupatta on her head. Haya truly looked beautiful; she was the picture of grace.
About an hour later, three Range Rovers stopped on the streets of Indore. Children gathered around the cars, and the streets were filled with noise. Everyone was curious to see who the rich visitors were. Haya sat in her room, staring at the wall. She had no joy for this wedding. Her toxic father had ruined her life, and now he was giving it away to someone else. Meanwhile, Ranjit was proudly inspecting his surroundings, twisting his mustache. Finally, a marriage proposal had come from such a wealthy family. His daughter was about to become a part of the Shekhawat family.
From one car, Veena and Rudra came out, followed by Falak. From the second car, Arina and Ishaan arrived, and from the third, Shivay and Mannat came with Pushkar Shekhawat. Seeing everyone, Ranjit quickly ushered them inside, saying, "Oh! The Shekhawat family is here! What could be more joyful for us poor folks? Welcome to our home, Mr. Shekhawat!"
At Ranjit's words, Veena, glancing at Mannat, said, "Think carefully, bhabhi. You know Rudra, these people will never approve of this. All I see in the girl's father's eyes is greed. Please, talk to Dad."
Mannat quietly replied, "No, Veena, nothing can be done now. Dad's decision is final. Let's go inside, please." Saying this, everyone entered the small house. Kamini placed tea and snacks in front of everyone, asking, "Did you have any trouble getting here?"
Pushkar, looking at Ranjit, said, "This will continue. Ranjit, first call your future daughter-in-law."
Ranjit quickly replied, "Of course, Mr. Shekhawat, of course! Gudia, bring Haya!"
A few moments later, Haya, dressed in the red lehenga, slowly walked down the stairs. Seeing her, everyone's eyes widened in astonishment. Was this really a girl or a fairy? Could they really be looking at a girl? Falak quickly asked, "Mom, is she really human? Is she not a fairy?"
Everyone agreed with Falak because Haya's beauty was truly enough to make anyone fall in love with her. Pushkar, looking at Ranjit, softly said, "I don't think we need to discuss anything further. Ask your daughter if she approves of this relationship, so we can proceed with the engagement."
Ranjit, quickly replying, said, "Oh! Why ask? Where is the boy? Let's go ahead with the engagement!"
Pushkar, thinking for a moment, said, "Rudra will come for the wedding next week." Saying this, Pushkar signaled to Mannat, who took out a very expensive ring from her purse. It was a pure diamond ring specially meant for their family.
Haya didn't care about the ring. Her dreams were shattering in front of her eyes, and she just kept staring at the wall. Mannat, looking at the delicate Haya, felt an overwhelming amount of love for her. Without saying anything, she placed the ring on Haya's fragile finger.
Ranjit, happily saying, "Come on! Give out sweets! Finally, my daughter is engaged!"
Seeing Ranjit's excitement, Haya's eyes filled with tears. A father is supposed to make his daughters' lives full of happiness, but today, it was a father forcing his daughter into marriage. She didn't know the boy, hadn't even seen him, and now suddenly, marriage? These thoughts made Haya's heart race with fear.
Noticing Haya's anxiety, Falak gently asked, "Bhabhi, what happened? Why are you so quiet, like your marriage is being forced?"
Haya softly replied, "No, nothing like that. I'm very happy."
At Haya's words, Arina looked at her and said, "Oh, why wouldn't you be happy? After all, you're going to get married into such a big family!"
Veena, looking at Haya, softly said to Arina, "Let it be, Mom. That girl is so innocent. Her face shows nothing but innocence, not greed."
Haya's sweet voice reached Shivay Shekhawat's heart, and he affectionately said, "Rudra will marry Haya. We approve of Haya for Rudra."
Shivay's words deeply affected Haya's heart. In just a few minutes, the decision about her life was made, and Haya's dreams were shattered.
Will Haya really marry Rudra? How will Rudra behave with her? Can Haya's innocence melt Rudra's stone heart? To find out, readThe devil's sweet sin