"And the award for the most promising fresh face of the year 2014 goes to Reyanshi Verma", the anchor's words broke the hall into a loud thunder of claps.
And there she was!
Dressed in a shimmering backless black gown, her sleek black hair tied up in a bun with a few loose tresses' kissing her flawless glowing cheeks, rose colored lips that wore a heart warming smile, her Louis Vuitton heels click-clocked as she went to the stage to claim her award.
She was the name who ruled the silver screen. With back to back 3 super hit films, she soon became any director's favorite artist, and the heart throb of the nation.
No sooner did she held the mic to show her gratitude for all the love that she was bestowed upon, the crowd began chanting her name in unison.
"Namaste! Thank you all for making me what I am today, I promise to give my best to this industry with your love and support. Thank you all again. Take care. Love you all", and her voice got drowned with yet another round of applause.
That was the kind of relation she had built up with her audience in such a short span of time. The youth loved her, considered her their idol. The elders adored her.
"Huhhh... Look at that down market lady. Self-proclaimed so called actress. She was a no one you know! We did not even know who the hell she was before Mr.Pranay married her. God knows what kind of black magic she did on that gentleman. Lucky bitch she is. Ofcourse being the wife of Mr.Pranay Verma has its own perks, she must be having scores of scripts lined up in front of her because of that gentle husband of hers", Vidushi said and her gang nodded their heads in affirmative.
"Hi Reyanshi. Congratulations baby. So glad to see you with this award. I must say you have done a tremendous job in the Love feat album", her co actor exclaimed.
And she gave him a side hug with a smile that flashed her dimples in return.
Her phone buzzed.
She excused herself to attend the call.
'A calling', her phone's screen flashed.
She felt a lump forming in her throat.
Moving away from the crowd, she pressed the answer button with trembling hands.
"huhh... Hullo. Hi. How come you called now?" her voice had lost its usual charm.
"Hello sweetheart, having fun Haan? You looked really sexy on the stage today. Wore that backless dress to seduce the men in town? Or to charm that co actor of yours who is seen alot around the house these days?
Now come soon, your baby is missing you." and the line went dead.
Those words with the heavy accent that followed, meant death sentence to her.
Without wasting any further time, she drove off.
Her black Audi A8 screeched to a halt beside 'Knight's Mansion' and she got down the car.
"Oh! So you are home. Welcome. Aah! That's the award, I see" and he took the golden colored souvenir from her hands.
"Hmmmm... Nice! I like it", and off it went, hitting the marble floor hard,breaking into a million pieces.
"But I like you more, and I can't bear to see anything more beautiful than you baby, that shitty piece of golden glass's shine was fading yours, and how can I let that happen?", he caressed her lips with his fingers dipped in wine, his voice dripping with lust.
"Lets go to the room honey. I was waiting for you since long. And switch off that bloody phone of yours, I don't want anyone else to disturb us", he held out his hand for her to hold.
With each passing moment in the room, their body melted into one.
He devoured her to his satisfaction.
Not a single inch of her body was left unexplored by him.
After he was done satisfying himself, he turned to a side of the bed and started reading his half finished book.
She lay there lifeless, her bruised body covered in a white linen. Tears rolled down her cheeks, washing off the kohl lining her mesmerizing eyes.
It wasn't love making, she was becoming a silent victim of marital RAPE day by day.
Getting up the bed, she sat beside Pranay, her HUSBAND.
"I want divorce", she made a straight face while saying this.
He gave out a shrill laugh, deafening the silence of the sadistic night.
He was stopped from making a statement by the vibration of his cellphone.
"Hello mother-in-law. Riya? Yes she's beside me. Oh! Her phone is switched off? Maybe the battery is drained. Hold on, here she is", he smirked while handing over the phone to her.
"Yes Mom. Am fine. Was sleeping. You need anything? You sound worried Maa, tell me what happened?"
"Beta. Your dad's condition is getting worse. The doctors said he needs to be shifted to a better hospital. That'll require so much of money. And landlord too came today. He said he needs advance of rs.10,000 immediately. Am feeling so helpless", she panicked.
"Don't worry Mom, just take care of dad and yourself, and do not worry about money, I'll send you 5lacs rupees tomorrow. Love you Mom, miss you", Reyanshi disconnected the call.
"So Miss Riya! Oh sorry! Mrs.Reyanshi Pranay Verma, you still want divorce?"
She kept mum. Dried tears streamlined her cheeks.
"Beta, your dad's condition is getting worse... Uhuuu uhuuuu... Need money", he mimicked her mother's voice.
"You!!! Are my toy. I made YOU, REYANSHI VERMA. My prized possession. Satisfy me, and keep ruling the world.
Or.......
Give me a divorce, and I'll leak all your videos which will be enough to give you a taste of living in rags in minutes. Let your mother curse the day she gave birth to a whore like you. And did I mention? The death of your dad? Choice is yours."
She was numb. Myriad of emotions passed her mind in moments. The bitter truth of her life showed its naked face yet again.
Shutting her eyes, drowning the cacophony of her heart's shrill cries, she placed herself beside him, allowing him to explore her voraciously.
And there she was!
Dressed in a shimmering backless black gown, her sleek black hair tied up in a bun with a few loose tresses' kissing her flawless glowing cheeks, rose colored lips that wore a heart warming smile, her Louis Vuitton heels click-clocked as she went to the stage to claim her award.
She was the name who ruled the silver screen. With back to back 3 super hit films, she soon became any director's favorite artist, and the heart throb of the nation.
No sooner did she held the mic to show her gratitude for all the love that she was bestowed upon, the crowd began chanting her name in unison.
"Namaste! Thank you all for making me what I am today, I promise to give my best to this industry with your love and support. Thank you all again. Take care. Love you all", and her voice got drowned with yet another round of applause.
That was the kind of relation she had built up with her audience in such a short span of time. The youth loved her, considered her their idol. The elders adored her.
"Huhhh... Look at that down market lady. Self-proclaimed so called actress. She was a no one you know! We did not even know who the hell she was before Mr.Pranay married her. God knows what kind of black magic she did on that gentleman. Lucky bitch she is. Ofcourse being the wife of Mr.Pranay Verma has its own perks, she must be having scores of scripts lined up in front of her because of that gentle husband of hers", Vidushi said and her gang nodded their heads in affirmative.
"Hi Reyanshi. Congratulations baby. So glad to see you with this award. I must say you have done a tremendous job in the Love feat album", her co actor exclaimed.
And she gave him a side hug with a smile that flashed her dimples in return.
Her phone buzzed.
She excused herself to attend the call.
'A calling', her phone's screen flashed.
She felt a lump forming in her throat.
Moving away from the crowd, she pressed the answer button with trembling hands.
"huhh... Hullo. Hi. How come you called now?" her voice had lost its usual charm.
"Hello sweetheart, having fun Haan? You looked really sexy on the stage today. Wore that backless dress to seduce the men in town? Or to charm that co actor of yours who is seen alot around the house these days?
Now come soon, your baby is missing you." and the line went dead.
Those words with the heavy accent that followed, meant death sentence to her.
Without wasting any further time, she drove off.
Her black Audi A8 screeched to a halt beside 'Knight's Mansion' and she got down the car.
"Oh! So you are home. Welcome. Aah! That's the award, I see" and he took the golden colored souvenir from her hands.
"Hmmmm... Nice! I like it", and off it went, hitting the marble floor hard,breaking into a million pieces.
"But I like you more, and I can't bear to see anything more beautiful than you baby, that shitty piece of golden glass's shine was fading yours, and how can I let that happen?", he caressed her lips with his fingers dipped in wine, his voice dripping with lust.
"Lets go to the room honey. I was waiting for you since long. And switch off that bloody phone of yours, I don't want anyone else to disturb us", he held out his hand for her to hold.
With each passing moment in the room, their body melted into one.
He devoured her to his satisfaction.
Not a single inch of her body was left unexplored by him.
After he was done satisfying himself, he turned to a side of the bed and started reading his half finished book.
She lay there lifeless, her bruised body covered in a white linen. Tears rolled down her cheeks, washing off the kohl lining her mesmerizing eyes.
It wasn't love making, she was becoming a silent victim of marital RAPE day by day.
Getting up the bed, she sat beside Pranay, her HUSBAND.
"I want divorce", she made a straight face while saying this.
He gave out a shrill laugh, deafening the silence of the sadistic night.
He was stopped from making a statement by the vibration of his cellphone.
"Hello mother-in-law. Riya? Yes she's beside me. Oh! Her phone is switched off? Maybe the battery is drained. Hold on, here she is", he smirked while handing over the phone to her.
"Yes Mom. Am fine. Was sleeping. You need anything? You sound worried Maa, tell me what happened?"
"Beta. Your dad's condition is getting worse. The doctors said he needs to be shifted to a better hospital. That'll require so much of money. And landlord too came today. He said he needs advance of rs.10,000 immediately. Am feeling so helpless", she panicked.
"Don't worry Mom, just take care of dad and yourself, and do not worry about money, I'll send you 5lacs rupees tomorrow. Love you Mom, miss you", Reyanshi disconnected the call.
"So Miss Riya! Oh sorry! Mrs.Reyanshi Pranay Verma, you still want divorce?"
She kept mum. Dried tears streamlined her cheeks.
"Beta, your dad's condition is getting worse... Uhuuu uhuuuu... Need money", he mimicked her mother's voice.
"You!!! Are my toy. I made YOU, REYANSHI VERMA. My prized possession. Satisfy me, and keep ruling the world.
Or.......
Give me a divorce, and I'll leak all your videos which will be enough to give you a taste of living in rags in minutes. Let your mother curse the day she gave birth to a whore like you. And did I mention? The death of your dad? Choice is yours."
She was numb. Myriad of emotions passed her mind in moments. The bitter truth of her life showed its naked face yet again.
Shutting her eyes, drowning the cacophony of her heart's shrill cries, she placed herself beside him, allowing him to explore her voraciously.
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