Coerced Alliance: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Thankyou Nani...so much! Said Khushi feeling suddenly delighted by this opportunity.

But Nani...why can I not wear a mangalsutra or sindoor when I go to University? Asked a perplexed Khushi.

Thats because...right now, no-one knows that you are the wife of Arnav Singh Raizada. Also, when everyone finds out, the media will not leave you so it is better if they think that you are unmarried.

Plus people would want to be your friends because of the name-tag. I just want your security bitya. I hope you understand said Nani.

Ji Nani replied Khushi.

(Yes Nani)

Good...now go and call Payal bitya, I have some work for her instructed Nani.

Khushi left after this feeling perplexed at this whole situation. She never thought it would be so complicated to be associated with a husband who doesn't even think of her as his wife. Khushi tried not to dwell that much and tried to enjoy the present rather than think about the future.

-

Arnav entered the house, finding it dark and empty. This was his home where he found peace within these confined walls. This was his life. He liked the quietness that surrounded him. He had been quite used to this.

Work had been really stressful today, thanks to all the conferences and deals that he had lined up. He walked up the stairs slowly, carefully. He reached the bedroom, only to find the door ajar. He slowly stepped inside to see his wife dressed in a dark green saree which complimented her skin tone.

He could see the curve of her br**** and her small waist and her derriere. He slowly took in the delectable little minx that stood in front of him. All the pent up frustration was finally coming out. He wanted to rip that saree off her and plunge into her depths, hear her cry out his name in ecstasy while he makes her come again and again. He wanted to taste her supple skin, her insides and her gorgeous curves. He wanted his release.

He was attracted to her. However he knew that he should stay away. She was forbidden.

He had never believed in marriages as he saw his mother's death in front of him at the age of 16. She was sacrificed due to love. The strong love that she had for her husband was the cause of her death. It was murder in his eyes.

The echoes of his mother's scream could still be heard in Sheesh Mahal, where all this first started. There was nothing such as true love. It was only LUST, and the power of money that could earn you the respect in society, there was just nothing else.

Arnav was jerked back into the present with her soft voice.

Umm...Hi...everyone has gone out...said Khushi trying to break the ice between them. However what she didn't know was that the ice had been broken but it was just that someone's heart just needed some love.

Where is everyone? He asked in a firm tone.

They have all gone to the temple due to some function. I didn't go because I wasn't feeling to well explained Khushi.

I just asked you a simple question Khushi...I don't want to know the world's story! Said Arnav. He walked into the bathroom. He really needed a cold shower.

-

After a while he stepped out. He needed to get out of here. He made a quick call.

See you in an hour at the usual place he spoke in a firm tone.

He started leaving the room when a voice interrupted his stance.

Aap kaha jaa rahe hain itni raat ko? Asked Khushi.

(Where are you going, this late at night?)

This question pushed Arnav's anger to the limits.

He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her to the wall, with a vice like grip, pinning her so she was unable to move. He spoke in a deadly voice.

This is the last time I am telling you...! Stop interfering in my life. You are no-one to me! Stop trying to behave like a wife!

Tum jaisi middle-class ladki Arnav Singh Raizada ki style nahi hain...said Arnav.

(You middle-class girls are not Arnav Singh Raizada's style)

He stomped out the room, banging the room door shut. Khushi tears were falling from her eyes.

What was my fault in this? Why am I getting blamed from every angle? thought Khushi.

-

After an hour, Arnav reached the AR guesthouse. The guest house was his, but was abandoned because no-one used it, as this was the old guest house. The new one was more renovated.

The guards allowed him to step inside.

Sir...woh ladki aah gayi hain stuttered the guard.

(Sir...the Girl is here!)

Good...I want no disturbance for the next 2 hours. Understood? Said Arnav.

Yes Sir..said the guard.

-

Arnav entered the bedroom and saw a girl, age of 24 in a short skimpy dress await him. Her dress was just big enough to cover her private parts. She was very skinny. Her name was Shanaya. She was a high class model who wanted to work for AR.

Arnav grabbed her, and turned her around. He pushed her to the wall.

Ooh ASR...is in a feisty mood! cooed Shanaya. He didn't give a reply to her.

He was in his ASR avatar...no-one could stop him. His eyes darkened. He ripped her stupid dress that hardly covered her and threw it someplace. He ripped her bra and her panties in one go. He squeezed her breast mercilessly, leaving her chest aching. She was screaming and howling as he was being so harsh with his touch. His hands moved down and he thrust his fingers in her, starting with 1, then 2, the 3 then his whole fist. He was fisting her madly. She cried out.

STOP...STOP...your hurting me too much!!! Yelled Shanaya.

Shut up you bi***!!!! Now stand straight, yelled ASR.

Suddenly his trousers were lost and he thrust himself in her from behind.

AHH...PLEASE STOP...! she kept on yelling. He pulled her hair from back.

This was the ASR that the world knew. He was RUTHLESS...ARROGANT and POWERFUL. He cared about his pleasure rather than anyone's PAIN. He was Arnav Singh Raizada.

Soon she had a powerful org*** and he too. He soon left her. He went for a cold shower once again this evening.

He soon came out and saw Shanaya sitting on the bed looking worn out.

WOW...ASR...that was the most powerful org*** I have ever had, but you were too harsh said Shanaya.

If you find that I am too harsh then don't come to me next time. Now get out...said Arnav in a stern tone.

No thats not what I meant ASR...anyway..can you please get me some clothes...! You ripped all of mine complained Shanaya.

Thats not my problem. You should have thought of that before you came here! NOW GET OUT before I call security.

Shanaya left the farm house in a mere bathrobe. She heard the snickering of the guards and their snide glances at her. She was ashamed of herself but this was only for her career. She wanted to be the next model for AR and now she had the chance. 

Precap: Arnav Angry Again? But at whom?

Coerced Alliance: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

She came back from her thoughts when she heard the wind whistle loudly. She turned around and saw her husband a few inches away from her. She saw him, stare at her peculiarly. 

I just came to tell you to go to sleep! said Arnav in a stern tone.

I will go to sleep when I want to go to sleep. You don't have any rights on me, just because we are married does not mean I will listen to you every time. This is my life, stated Khushi.

Look Khushi...we have already had this argument, and to be honest I don't really care about you. Also if you don't listen to me, I can just as well force you said Arnav while smirking at her.

You wouldn't dare? said Khushi with an open mouth. She tried to back away from him but her husband was faster.

It's not good to challenge your husband on the first night itself said Arnav. He pulled her with force so her chest slammed against his chest. He slid his hand in her nighty, his hands were roaming around her navel. He pinched her waist with force, making her scream out loud. 

Tell me Khushi...will you come and sleep on the recliner? asked Arnav in a low voice. 

NOOO shouted Khushi. This angered Arnav. 

How dare she defy me? he thought angrily.

His hands rose further up, touching her just below her breasts. He could feel her cotton bra with his hands. Her smooth supple skin was creating warmth beneath his skin.

I will give you one more chance Khushi...! Just remember where my hands are placed and what I could do to you. Will you come and sleep inside? asked Arnav. 

Khushi could feel his hands on her stomach. She felt violated. His touch was soothing but he was a stranger. She couldn't bare this any more. She couldn't bare this humiliation from her so called husband. She was just 21 years old for crying out loud. No man had ever touched her the way he touched her, yet it felt right. She jerked back from her thoughts when she felt his hands rising. She suddenly panicked and yelled "Yes". 

Good...! he said. Suddenly all the warmth left her and he took a step back, waiting for her to enter the bedroom. She slowly entered and slept on the recliner. She closed her eyes, but sleep was a long way from her.

Arnav lay on the bed with his eyes closed. He knew that she would come into the room, nobody messes with Arnav Singh Raizada. He remembered how soft her skin was when he touched her. How small her waist was. The way she was breathing and how her chest was moving up and down. Her flushed reactions. Her supple lips. Her breasts that were almost to good to touch. She was a very responsive woman. 

Oh God...what am I thinking? I should just stay away from her, though Arnav and gave into his tiredness. 

-

It was 5 am when she woke up. She checked the surroundings and everything came back to her like a lightening bolt. She saw the man that she was forced in the alliance with. He laid sprawled on the bed. He looked so innocent and when he woke up he was a complete Rakshas or a Control freak. She stood up and stretched. She felt a little pain in her ribs and her hands. They were fingerprint marks on her elbows. She slowly walked outside as she felt slightly claustrophobic inside the bedroom. She lost a track of time as she sat on the swing, falling back asleep.

2 hours later, Arnav woke up due to the sunshine disturbing his sleep as the curtains blocking the terrace window were open. He got up frustrated to close the curtains, but by looking at the decorated bedroom, everything came flooding back to him and he looked around for Khushi. 

KHUSHI...he shouted but received no response. He walked onto the terrace frustrated.

His breath stopped as he saw the sight of an angel sleeping on the swing, unaware of anything. He saw tresses teasing her cheeks and by the expression on her face, he knew that she wasn't comfortable. He walked towards her in a trance and his fingers were about to touch her face when she twitched. He backed off immediately, feeling angry at himself for giving 1 girl importance.

What are you doing Arnav? Giving Importance to the girl that managed to turn everything upside down with in 2 days! He thought angrily.

KHUSHI...he shouted.

Ji...aap? She said petrified by the angry glare that he was giving her. She wanted to run inside to avoid speaking to her.

Why are you sleeping outside? Oh now I understand...you want to get ill so that I have to stay at home and look after you!

But remember 1 thing Khushi...I am Arnav Singh Raizada who doesn't give a dam about the world...if you want to get ill then you can and if you want then I can permanently shift a sofa to the terrace! He said angrily and walked off to his workout.

Khushi just stood stunned not knowing what to say...to be honest, he didn't give her time to speak.

What did I do and why is he reacting like this? Oh leave it Khushi! Who knows what is going in the mind of Zalim Singh Raizada she thought.

She then quickly got ready in a gorgeous red saree and she put the mangalsutra on and filled her Arnavg with Sindhoor. She took out clothes and put them and put them on the bed for Arnav and headed downstairs to greet Nanima, Anjali, Payal and Akash.

Good Morning Bete said Nanima happily. Khushi bent down and touched her feet.

Good Morning Nani said Khushi in a happy tone, to make it feel like that nothing bad happened between them. 

She really liked Nanima and admired her as a woman. One of the reasons that Khushi initially liked Nanima because she was like a mother to her and had an understanding with everyone. Soon everyone greeted each other.

Khushi bete...You have to make a sweet dish today Ek rasam hain...which every suhagan follows on her first day of marriage. We cannot have muh dikhai but we can certainly do this one  said Nanima.

Ji Nani..what shall I make? asked Khushi

Kheer nahi Halwa nahi Gulab Jambun Payal listed while trying to decide which she should have.

Then Anjali came forward and whispered in ear.

Chote likes thandi kheer, aur woh bhi sugar free. He has diabetes you see.

Thanks Khushi whispered back.

Anjali, Payal and Khushi entered the kitchen when Anjali asked.

How was last night Khushi? teased Payal. Khushi just became embarrassed and carried on with her work.

Was he good in bed? Khushi eyes became wide open and she turned red by her devrani's blunt question.

Payal...leave bhabhi alone...said Anjali.

Oh come on na bhabhi...bata bhi do! Whined Payal.

All the teasing was just endless for Khushi and she couldn't wait to just get out of the kitchen. She took the kheer prepared by her to the dining table. Just then Arnav entered in his arrogant avatar, completely ignoring her while he took a seat at the end of the table.

She noticed that he was wearing different clothes to what she got out in the morning but she didn't want to argue at that moment of time.

Chote yeh kheer taste kariye na! Said Nanima enthusiastically. (Arnav taste this kheer)

Arnav couldn't refuse his Nanima so he took a bowl. He started eating it. It did taste really delicious compared to what he had eaten before, it tasted mind-blowing.

Bhai...aaj kheer bhabhi ne banayi hain! Must say she has magic in her hands! Said Akash. (Today Khushi has made the kheer)

Hmm...it's alright aur yeh sab karne ki koi zaroorat nahi thi...humare ghar main servants hain! he replied arrogantly but knew he liked it but was just being awkward.

Servants ko maine chutti di hain...jab mere ghar main itni achi bahu hain...toh main uske haathon se khana chahti hun! said Nanima proudly!

Hmm...kyun nahi...mana padega bhabhi...aapke haath main jaadu hainchirped Payal.

Khushi bitya...Arnav's Maama and Mami could not make it to your wedding because of some emergency. They should be coming back in about 2 weeks time. Hope you meet them then, said Nani.

Nani...main ab office ja raha hun...aur Akash I will see you there! Arnav got up from his seat and was going to start walking when he heard Nanima's voice.

What is this Arnav? Its the first day of your marriage and your going to office. I don't approve this at all said Nani angrily.

Nanima...theres an important meeting in the office today and I need to attend it, even if this is my first day of my marriage, and I am sure Khushi won't mind?He looked at her angrily.

Ji Khushi replied meekly without looking to his eyes.

Arnav just left before anyone could ask him questions and Khushi accompanied him outside quietly without creating a scene on the first day. Soon as they reached outside, he turned around and faced her.

You told Nani right to make me stay at home? How dare you interfere in my life? He asked in a low tone shooting an angry glare in her direction.

Nahi maine kuch nahi...Khushi began to say but was broken off by him.

Listen Khushi...for the whole world you are my wife but for me you are no-one. So stop trying to pester me with this marriage nonsense.

You don't need to do anything for me or make anything for me. You should be glad that you are living in such a mansion that you wouldn't even have to dream of. Don't expect anything else from me.

Oh and yes...try and stay away from me because you would be doing me a great favour.

He said this all in one go, not letting her speak. He soon left to office while she was standing lost in her own thoughts. She knew that he didn't care about marriage and neither did she so why was she doing all this and for whom was she doing all this? She may come from a small town but that didn't mean that she was clueless.

She had now just made up her mind to never ask him of anything. Why would he care anyway? She walked back into the mansion while trying to think what was the next step?

She approached Nani in her room and asked her.

Nani...Before i got married, I was doing my MBA in IIT delhi. If you don't mind can I please join my college? Said Khushi confidently.

Ofcourse beta...you can! But make sure that no-one finds out that your married otherwise they will pester you, especially the media, they love creating the stories. So when you go to college you don't have to wear a mangalsutra and sindoor.

Thanks...Nani...you are the best! Said Khushi and gave her a warm hug. 

Coerced Alliance: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Arnav Singh Raizada was just fuming at the thought that he was married. It was his Suhag Raat today with the woman that he didn't even know. She was just a mere stranger to him. Everything that happened in these 4 days was finally taking a toll on him. All throughout his life, he knew that women were only behind his money, gold-diggers that only cared about spending his money. 

But he was no-one to be fooled...he was ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA...who took business to such heights that no-can be get it there...even if they want to. There was no competition. However his so-called wife hasn't seen his true form yet, but he can't wait to see the reaction when she finds out.

He entered his room to find a woman sitting on the bed wrapped in beautiful red lengha with a veil covering her face. She didn't know what she had got herself into. She didn't know what to expect from her husband, how will he treat her. She started to get goose bumps all over her body as he came closer and closer. She tried to stay as still as she could.

Aap kya kar rahe hain? she said meekly

Kyun aaj tho humari Suhag Raat hain na he said sarcastically

Tho...she said weakly, her expressions changed with the realisation that today was there Suhag Raat! 

Tho kya...come on Khushi...itna toh tumhe pata hona chahiye na...ki suhag raat ko kya hota hain he said with a stern face, trying not to chuckle at her expressions. He knew what was going in her mind.

NAHI...she immediately got up from the bed and ran to the sofa to sit.

Good...now I can sleep he said victoriously and added On my bed...glad you understood...you can now sleep on the sofa.

Kya? Mr. Raizada main kyun sofa pe sleep karu...yeh mera bhi kamra hain...aur main yaha hi soengi...she comes back and sits on the bed.

KHUSHI! Yeh mera kamra hain...samji tum...ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA ka kamra...ab JAO yaha se warna main kuch kar bethunga...

Main Nahi Jaongi...ab main aapki biwi hun...aur yeh mera haq hain she said confidently without looking into his eyes.

Haq? Kaunse haq ke baare main baat kar rahi ho tum? He questioned her.

Tum sirf kehne main biwi ho aur kuch nahi...yeh shaadi main nahi manta...aur haq haan...agar yeh tumara haq hain...toh main bhi apna haq dikhao tumhe...he pulls her harshly towards himself, squeezing her waist tightly, making her scream. 

Kyun kya hua? Dard hua? He left her with a jerk. He could see tears at the corner of her eyes, threatening to fall.

Yeh shaadi jhooti hain aur tum meri biwi nahi ho...he said in a low tone.

Khushi felt defeated, she was a strong girl but this was no joke. She was married to someone that she didn't love and here he doesn't even want to consider the marriage. She went to change into something more comfortable.

On the other hand, Arnav was angry, how dare she behave with him, he thought. But his anger melted when he saw her tears. Those tears were because of him, on her angelic face, which he decided to ignore for now.

Sab ladkiyan ek jaisi hoti hain he thought and fell asleep.

Khushi came out a little while later, and observed Arnav, she had decided since her husband did not even care about their marriage then why should she bother. She will go back to her lifestyle the way it was before, ofcourse not letting Nanimaa know...she will be heartbroken. She went out to the balcony for some fresh air and started wondering the storm that changed her life in 4 days.

Khushi had a call from Buaji which told her to come directly to Lucknow so she took a bus straight to Lucknow, after reahing there she was taken to a room where her Mum explained to her that she was getting married. At first, Khushi objected but with that objection, Buaji had slapped her hard on her cheek and she was told to go into her room.

Arnav on the other hand was busy taking care of AR when he received a call from Nanimaa stating that she is very ill and he must come to Lucknow at once. Worried sick about her health Arnav, took the next flight to Lucknow, he may look arrogant but he loved his grandmom dearly, even when she continued to force him to get married everytime. When reaching ther, he found out that his clever grandmom was just faking the illness and wanted to get him married.

Hum kuch nahi sunna chahte...ladki bahot hi sunder aur sushil hain...and she will make a wonderful bahu said Nani clearly stating her decision.

Par Nani..mujhe shaadi nahi karni hain...said Arnav annoyed at the fiasco. And specially someone that I have never met before.

Humare faisla ho chukka hain...if you don't marry her, aap mere pote nahi rahenge...samje aap she declared and walked out the room.

Now Arnav was in a clear dilemma, something that she couldn't solve, he hated girls especially after Sameera did to him, but now he couldn't back out, I am only doing this for Nanimaa he thought.

Woh ladki itna pareshan hojayegi mere saat rehke ki woh khud mujhe chod ke chali jayegi...he thought happily

Par woh ladki hain kaha...abhi tak tho mere samne bhi nahi ayi...badi chalak hain...

The next day Arnav was supposed to go and meet this girl, who he was supposed to get married to. He went to their haveli, it was a nice haveli in it's antique condition but it was still not nice as Raizada Mansion. All the elders told him to see Khushi, who was in her room at this moment of time. He walked upstairs and saw that the door was open, he looked inside to see if anyone was there.

He saw an innocent beauty sitting on the side of her bed, praying to god. She had a duppata wrapped around her head with her hands oined together and eyes closed. He cleared his throat so she would notice his presence. Khushi opened her eyes and looked at the stranger who was glaring at her with his arms crossed over his chest.

Aap? She asked looking confused at this stranger who was standing in her room.

Hmm...Arnav Singh Raizada...I am guessing you are Khushi...the one who I am getting married to, he said sarcastically.

Please yeh aap rishta todh dijye...mujhe shaadi nahi karni...she pleaded in front of him. He was first shocked to see this, that's what he was going to tell her. How dare she tell Arnav Singh Raizada what to do?

Tho mujhe kyun ke rahi ho...jao niche aur apne pariwaar se kaho...he replyed arrogantly. 

Par main kaise...she started to say but stopped when he grabbed her shoulders and hauled her over to him.

Kyun? Yehi tumara plan hain na...ek ameer ladka ko phasana...yehi tumari chaal hain na...uske paisa karch karna aur usse istemaal karna he said angrily, 

Agar tumhe yeh shaadi nahi karni toh jao niche aur kaho sabke samne, he left her.

Her eyes lowered but she could not fathom how she would say to him that she had already tried and that now her family had threadtened to kill her if she didn't marry him. Arnav's anger was reaching to a new level. He wanted to scream and shout but couldn't do anything. Anjali, Akash and Payal came to Lucknow the next day, Arnav figured it out that it was all planned from before and he had no say in this at all. 

Anjali, Akash and Payal went upstairs to greet their new bhabhi. They knocked and then went into her room. Khushi looked at them and then realised that this was Arnav's family, the people who she would have to live with the rest of her life. 

Namaste...hum Payal hain, aur yeh Anjali aur yeh humare pati Akash said Payal chirpily. 

Namaste...hum Khushi...aap sab se milke bahot acha laga said Khushi

Mujhe nahi pata tha ki meri honewali bhabhi itni sunder lagti hain...god has a good choice...Anjali said. 

Ofcourse she does...she's perfect for bhai...joined in Akash. 

Thanks...replied Khushi curtly. 

They all sat in Khushi's room for sometime and chatted away until they were called downstairs for dinner. The engagement was today, the mehndi tomorrow and their wedding on 4th day. 

After 4 days, they were wed and they returned to Delhi together with the family.

This day was suppose to be special
For both my loved one and for me
Commiting into happiness together
On our vows we will both agree
Yet here I sit with this man
Who is just obeying on his part
I'm stuck in this arranged marriage
I have no say in this. I can't depart
Our parents decided that was right
Unfortunately me and him had no say
So here we are, fufilling their needs
A false connection we shall display
We took our rounds, around the holy fire
Making this official and us tied
Even though we dislike this decision
Theres no more chances to decide
We are Coerced into an Alliance
Stuck together for a lifetime to come.

They were coerced into a marriage that neither of them could break but would they give this relationship another chance?