Chapter 6|Sacred ties

'Akhil, why only you'll be entitled as brother in law? Give me a chance too to serve your sister! My mother was right, torturing you would be a naive step. Since you're never gonna open your mouth, I'll never be able to find where my princess is hidden! But it'll lot be easier and profitable to open your sister's juicy legs to suck her sweet nectar and torture her everyday. How you'll die each day thinking about the pains your sister will go through! How she'll beg me to leave assaulting her body but would I? Why would I pardon her when you stole away my precious gem?', he smirked blowing the cigarette on Akhil's battered face who had no fragment of strength left to even flutter his eyelids open.

They were closed, he being chained against chair in a dingy room with blood stains all over his clothes showing the barbarity of the beasts that didn't spare breaking his skull and ribs with a baseball bat after queen exited from the balcony. He looked moribund as if he's gonna die any second but the prince made sure he doesn't. He knows his sister's weakness is this man but this man's weakness soon will be in his clutches. He'll not shy away from tainting her body and fucking her senseless against the every wall in his majestic chamber.

Yet he'll never give her the position of his wife, his future queen. It'll always be the woman he'll love. Saanvi is his fiancee with whom he got engaged in childhood, a news that tremored the very chords of his heart, falling on him like a thunderbolt! Shocked and raged!! Heck he didn't even knew that he's engaged till yesterday night, her mother dropped the ball leaving him all baffled. How come a prince like him engaged to a poor girl?!! When? How? What the actual fuck?!! He's tied to a stranger against his wish, though he'll accept it but he'll make sure she understand her place which is his feet. Never think of getting into his head!!

But before their pheras (Wedding ritual), why not have some fun with her? How about winning her little trust and than trampling it? It would be more fun, right? (smirks*) Fun to see her face turning into shock than fury than pain than hollow...like she's a living dead, a zombie. My little Zombie wife...!

He wrote a letter trying to manipulate the woman who though was a stranger but held a little hope for trust, respect and affection from her husband. Who wasn't aware of the sick games this mother-son duo was planning to trap her, wasn't aware of the fact that he's brother is not in good condition as the queen assured her, wasn't aware that everyone except her was not Innocent!

They all were playing their part, only she is the pawn!!

The letter

To my future wifey,

Yesterday my mother told me that I'm committed for life time to someone. I was baffled, shocked that I wasn't aware of my own engangement but you know princess, since I'm engaged to you..I'm yours! I don't care if I haven't seen my wife or haven't interacted with her, the fact is that I acknowledged that I ain't single and I have a responsibility which is you. So I'm writing this letter to assure you that your husband will always be by your side. If you want time to get to know me, I'll give you that but from now onwards, you're mine and I'm yours. I'll always love and cherish you till the end of my life..!

Your loving prince

Daksh Advait Singh

Daksh felt a sense of proud stirring his heart, how impressive this letter is! Only if the words in it meant something. But anyways, after this shit of a drama, he has to move to US. He can't tolerate her and after an year, he'll divorce her when everything will be sorted according to his mother's plans!

He called one of his regal messangers to send this letter to her address. Now the fun begins Wifey...! Your gold digger family hasn't seen the real Daksh Advait Singh yet but soon you'll know your husband way before they can find your scarred body and tainted soul..

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Time skip-Next morning..

Saanvi's POV :

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was clad in red lehenga, bangles and heavy jewellery all sent by my in laws. It had that royal vibe in it. But deep down an unknown fear was harrowing my mind. Though the letter sent by Daksh had positivity in it, a negative feeling geared up in my mind. Maybe it's because of all these negatice incidents in the past that my mind isn't able to think straight. But why would so filthy rich people will love to have a relationship with the one who doesn't own a house properly?

'Are you ready beti (daughter)?', this was the first time I heard the angelic voice of my mother after so many days. The searing emotions I was trying to subside for so long came crashing down by hearing her melodious voice, her caress on my head in a loving gesture. How long can I remain angry with my own mother? Afterall today onwards I'll be Saanvi Advait Singh..a surname going to attached to me yet feels too foreign.

'Forgive me for my every sins child', my mother sobbed hugging me from side. My eyes too teared up hearing her cracked voice. I'm going to start a new chapter of my life but what about my mother? She will be left alone with no one to look after her!! I had a very mixed feeling but burying those emotions, I walked towards the mandap accompanied by my mother and few guests, my brother and father, closest men in my life were missing...my brother though was witnessing the marriage from the terrace. I stared at him and weakly smiled but his face was cold with no emotions. As soon as I waved my hand, he turned his face away. Strange!!

I lifted my lehenga(Skirt) and sat beside the man who's going to be my husband. I peeked through my sheer red veil only to see his emotionless hard face that was focussed on the fire burning. He not for once looked at me causing my heart to leap in the pit of my stomach. I was trying very hard to not let my face fall in dissappointment and sadness.

I couldn't see his whole face yes his side face was visible to me. I was stupefied by his handsome face, his sharp jaw, hooded eyes and pointed nose yet his eyes somewhat seemed familiar. Have we ever met by happenstance? The pandit ji (priest) asked to give my hand in his. As I slid my warm hands into his rough cold ones, an electric spark ignited my whole body.

I felt his clutch on my hand tightening as I looked at his side, his face still not looking at me. Why are you ignoring me Daksh? The clutch before too prominent that it started making me uncomfortable as pain started jutting through my hand. 'Daksh leave my hand', I whimpered and it tightened even more. Instantly my face crinkled with pain. Tears were threatening to fall but I controlled myself silently enduring the torture on my hand.

'It's Yuvraj to you!', he whispered in an icy voice, subtly jerking my hand away. I stared at him baffled with moist eyes but his stoic face was the voice saying I don't give a fuck about you or your pain! Is this the man that promised to always stay by my side who hasn't left the first chance to hurt me? Is he the husband that promised to cherish me all his life? Is this marriage too a product of lie too that everyone is trying to hide?