Chapter 7 Uninvited Bride's Arrive
Neeti is about to say something when suddenly we all hear someone shouting from the hall, “Sir…!! Sirr…!!”
Ruhi instantly recognizes the voice. “That’s Rohit!”
She rushes out of the room, and Samar and Neeti follow behind.
Seeing Ruhi, Rohit’s face falls a little. Ruhi stands with her hands on her hips and says, “Aren’t you ashamed? Always showing up to annoy my brother!”
Rohit ignores her and turns toward Samar. Standing beside Samar, he notices Neeti and greets her, “Hello Neeti, how are you?”
Neeti smiles politely and replies, “I’m fine, how are you?”
Rohit says, “I’m good.”
Then turning back to Samar, he says, “Sir, Mr. Shekhawat has sent your wife here. She’s waiting outside in the car should I bring her in?”
Hearing that, Samar tightly shuts his eyes, almost in frustration. Ruhi and Neeti gasp, both saying together, “Wife?!”
Rohit nods. “Yes your sister-in-law.”
Both of them look at Samar in complete shock, like a secret has just exploded in front of them.
Samar shouts in anger, “Rohit…!!”
But Rohit only flashes a big smile, as if everything is a joke. Samar doesn’t want to create a scene in front of his sisters, so controlling his temper, he says coldly, “Tell Mr. Shekhawat to keep his daughter with him for now.”
Ruhi asks in shock, “Bro you got married? And you didn’t even tell anyone?”
Neeti’s eyes light up with excitement. “Maybe Bro was already in love with someone that’s why he married in secret!”
Hearing that, Samar’s eyes widen in surprise, like he’s heard something completely unexpected. Neeti happily looks at Rohit and says, “Where is Sister-in-law? Please tell me quickly, I want to meet her!”
Rohit replies, “She’s in the car outside.”
Ruhi and Neeti rush out without waiting another second. The moment they leave, Samar grabs Rohit by the collar, anger flaring in his eyes. Rohit struggles and coughs.
Samar clenches his teeth and says, “I told you not to bring that girl here!”
Rohit coughs nervously. “S-Sir… what could I do? Mr. Shekhawat himself sent her. I had no choice!”
Just then, Ruhi and Neeti return, bringing me inside with them. Samar lets go of Rohit. I am around twenty years old. I wear a bright red suit with matching trousers, making me look youthful.
My long hair is tied in a high ponytail.
My complexion is fair, my blue eyes full of innocence.
I have a slightly chubby face, soft pink lips, and a delicate appearance. Everyone looks at me like I’ve stepped out of a fairytale. Samar can’t stop staring at me, completely frozen.
Ruhi holds my hand and leads me inside.
Samar quickly looks away, his eyes lowered, as if he feels something but doesn’t want to show it.
Ruhi says excitedly, “Wow, Bro! You really married a princess!”
She asks with excitement, “What’s your name, Sister-in-law?”
I lower my head slightly and reply softly, “Ishani.”
The moment Samar hears my voice, he closes his eyes as if an old pain resurfaces. Neeti looks angrily at Samar. “Bro, this is so wrong. You got married without telling anyone?”
Samar takes a deep breath, looks at Rohit and says, “Show her to her room.”
Rohit is about to move when Ruhi interrupts, “Why show her a room? Sister-in-law will stay with you, right? You’re married now.”
Samar says nothing. He knows how stubborn his sisters are and walks away into the garden. Ruhi grabs my hand. “Come, Sister-in-law. I’ll show you Bro’s room.”
She pulls me upstairs. Rohit goes outside. Neeti goes to the kitchen. Ruhi brings me to the room and says, “This is your room, Sister-in-law. Freshen up and come down soon.”
I nod silently. I don’t understand what’s happening everything feels forced. Ruhi goes downstairs. Samar sits alone in the garden.
Rohit says, “Sir, what’s wrong? You said it was just a deal. Let her stay till the divorce.”
Samar says firmly, “Fine. I’ll divorce her as soon as possible.”
Ruhi comes, holds Samar’s hand and says, “Bro, come inside. Lunch is ready.”
She then asks Rohit to join. Rohit snaps angrily and leaves, insulting Ruhi. Ruhi stands there silently as his car disappears.
Lunch happens in silence. I eat quietly with my head down. Samar doesn’t look at me once. After lunch, Ruhi leaves.
Neeti starts talking to me kindly, asking about my family. I reply softly, “My dad and brother live abroad.”
When she asks about my mother, I say quietly, “She passed away when I was born.”
Neeti apologizes. Then she asks playfully, “So tell me… how, when, and why did you fall for my brother?”
I look at her, shocked, I don’t know what to say. Suddenly Samar’s voice comes, “Ishani, go to the room.”
I stand up quietly and go upstairs. Neeti complains, “Bro, will you always keep her scared?”
Samar threatens her with Xem, and she leaves. Samar comes to the room. I sit curled up on the bed, my dupatta beside me. The moment I see him, I grab it and cover myself. Samar shouts angrily, “Why are you here?!”
I tremble and whisper, “Dad sent me…”
He grabs my hair painfully. “Do you know whose house this is?” he yells.
I cry, “Please let me go it hurts.”
He pushes me away. “Leave. Go back.”
I sob, “I can’t… my dad sent me with hope.”
“You can’t stay here.”
I join my hands, crying, “Please… just one month.”
He smiles coldly. “Fine but you’ll follow my orders.”
I nod silently. He places papers in front of me. “Sign it.”
I see the title DIVORCE PAPERS.
I whisper, “I’ll do anything please don’t tell my dad.”
“I don’t care!” he shouts.
“Sign it!”
My hands shake as I sign. He drags me out and slams the door. I stand there sobbing. A maid comes and shows me my room downstairs. I sit silently.
When I’m alone, I pull the blanket over myself
and finally break down, sobbing into the night, until sleep finally takes over.