The Date sept. 16th , A day of autumn Or a card of some solitaire, where the loser and winner both is me in life's Solitaire. On this day of every year, I get something desirable , but I lose something more precious than that, Something like I can never afford again in my this life.
Right Now, you must be thinking like why am I telling this ? Right?
Reason is " Today is also september 16th, 7:15 pm And Me? Trilokya
... As always feeling suffocated. Today, I got something precious , even that was for a brief moment - A warm, relaxed smile , happy steamy eyes on the face of my father : Raj veer Nain ; a real estate businessman but he is not that much successful in his work but forme, he is best like other daughter.
But for that ,as a payback to his every struggle, to his every sacrifice towards me ; I convinced myself to lose something priceless..... , I lost something....and walking on a path ...where I don’t even know about the destination, the journey but definitely this path filled with broken pieces of glasses. Neither I have a choice of turning back.
Cause right now, infront of my decorated house, I am sitting in a black , luxurious car with a STRANGER and some moments ago, everyone was admiring him ; ' The dearest son- in - law of Nain's bloodline '.
Here and there , beside my own family, no one is addressing me as ' TRILOKYA' anymore. Everyone is calling me ; Mrs Reyant Sindhu.
Again, for the my desirable things, I lost my identity, my freedom and a part of my heart which looks like a sharp stone , trapped into a cage of Sindhur and some...mangalsutra & got a ability of showing off my smile which is definitely a fake one ; cursing my all dreams , my life's spring into whimpers of autumn & salty rain through my eyes. It's feeling like...
" River's beauty , the flow , the peaceful song took the all appreciation and credit from the world in the salty sea's continuance and the rain? Who maintain the whole damn cycle , is now forgetful for the sea's continuance, as the show, just river loves sea ."
As about my own situation, tradition and rituals only love a man . Woman? Just for their continuance.
And suddenly, a sharp , cold enough voice which can make a devil question himself in the competition of lack of warmth, came through the cold air which was bearing some cold breaths ,
" Driver? You need a special command or letter to fucking drive this car, Huh?"
Yes , It is the voice of Mr Reyant sindhu ; my brand new Husband , for whom: only his family except his father ,and his super successful business matters And this shit about him makes me more anxious and questionable ... that He is not going to crush me in a way , where even my ashes will desire of a death , for a strongest fire which can make my existence, mine ashes presence just as a forgetful sad memories.
But Do you want to listen about a fun fact? Huh?
Ohh then listen, Sweetheart!
This hopeless Trilokya is a Med student so ,in between the all chaos , struggles , tears and scars, I am going to turn the all tables where someone gonna try to destroy me and my dreams. Mr Reyant if he is with a poisonous, sharp tongue and a cold, self reserved heart, then don't worry, I also carry a stormy antidote of all poisons.
so, let's give him a hard time , a test of his own medicine , special for The Mr. RAS :
Suddenly ,. A same sharp voice came through the clouds of my own thoughts.
Reyant: " Driver ? Pull over the car and Just fucking get out from my sight , if you care about your life .
IMMEDIATELY !
Who gave you this job , when you can't Obey your owner huh?
This woman .. . suffocates me here and you are driving like a damn little ant . "
Driver did what was right for him i just left car in the middle of both's new journey ,way to sindhu's house with a newly wedded bride and a masked beast .
Fuck ... What the hell with me and my life?
Damn it! This... this woman is sitting beside me like she always wanted this marriage from the start cause she is not crying, not pleasing, not trying on me, even just pretending like nothing happened, just sitting like I am not someone in power, like she is too neutral for this forced arrange marriage. And this suffocates me cause first time, me, Reyant Abhishek sindhu is feeling powerless. And these bridal clothes ? boils my blood in resistance in the urge of taking the damn control! I own many corporate companies ... a fucking billionaire, top asian business award winner , a man in power. but I can't shout on this woman , Trilokya cause she is choice of grandfather even that was a friendly business deal and . the sweet expectation of my Maa.
Suddenly I heard a sound , sound of car window opening.
HUH? She is getting out of the car by herself ? wow, even she works on my inner command ? interesting !
But damn... She is getting out in a elegant Charming scene... holding her lehenga in a elegant way , soft dim yellow. glow of street lights on her concentrated face, the soft yet distrubing sound of her bangles and... the soft humming of her anklets. Her face is partially covered by her bridal duptta and... those big dark brown eyes are too focused on herself.... Not trying to hold my gaze and that makes... her look so infuriating .
I hate her .
But good, she is not some typical arguing woman...
wait.... wait...Wait... why is she going towards the driver seat?
NO... hell, Woman....
Suddenly with his sharp command, driver left like he was never here.
Now, Are we going to stand like this only? on road? Damn... This Man....agghhh... from past ten minutes , I don't know ; About what, just thinking While rubbing his temple.
Anything? like anything? He is angry cause he want to go fast... Like...WTf? is he missing his home already? Mama's Boy?.. shit.
Still sitting like he is not regretting his angry decision about the driver, but looks like , he is getting more angry.
Aahhh...Mujhe bhi na pta nhi kis Janawar ke saath bandh diya hai? I should go outside , I can't breath beside him, in same car....Ufff.
Here, I am struggling with all these bridal things and instead of helping me he is staring at me like he wants to eat me in every sense....Damn!
(They both are looking at each other without acknowledging it)
Suddenly I decided of driving the car, instead of waiting.
BTW, I am a good driver.
So,I just headed to driver seat and again with all bridal struggles sat down on the seat and started the car, but he? He is still not uttering a single word, just staring at me with a unreadable expression. But we didn't talk to each Other even a single word also.
Now, I am driving the car silently, going according to map to my new house , sindhu's mansion , and he is sitting like I am his personal driver....aaaghh this drive is too boring and this radio ? fuck... streaming all boring songs. Fuck...43 minutes.. more.
Both are in a silent, yet stormy, conflicted ride.
Now, Trilokya stopped the radio and connecting her phone to bluetooth while driving with one hand.
Ohh. she knows how to drive? good.... aah, but...God, she is looking all inviting in this condition.
Reyant..control your damn thoughts. What are you thinking? Just stop it.
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Reyant :"Stop playing your these ridiculous songs , Trilokya, even radio was good then your choice" he said in more cold and commanding tone with a cold expression, his patient is hanging up by only a thin thread.
Trilokya: " What’s wrong with these songs? Huh? Aah..your choice is too bad , Mr RAS." she spoke in a mocking tone while focusing on the road.
Reyant:" I said fucking stop playing the music or I swear I will throw your phone out of the car, got it? He warned her in a more sharp , calm yet lethal voice with anger in his eyes.
Trilokya: Awww...Patidev...you don't like soft, sweet yet romantic music ,Huh? " in mocking tone .
Reyant: " fucking stop it , I hate music" he shouted in angry behind her on passenger seat.
Trilokya: "you don't like music? You must be kidding, right?"
She asked in a soft, confused tone. " but patidev...you shouted on me ,Huh. HOW DARE YOU?"
And with that...( along sexy and hot songs from sweet and romantic)...
Hold on tight, PATIDEV...TOO LATE FOR YOUR DEMANDS...
The engine growled like a caged beast, rattling against the quiet night. The car sliced through the empty highway, the roar of speed drowning out everything else. Everything except the storm brewing in the backseat.
Trilokya’s bangles clashed against the steering wheel as she yanked it sharply, sending the car into a perfect drift. The smell of burning rubber filled the air. Her bridal lehenga shimmered under the dim streetlights, a stark contrast to the recklessness in her movements. The heavy dupatta hung loosely off her shoulder, fluttering like a torn battle flag. A bride in red. A bride in war.
Behind her, Reyant sat stiff, his broad shoulders tense, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of his seat. His jaw clenched, his patience dangling by a thread. The woman in front of him—the one he was now legally bound to—was a goddamn menace. And right now, she had full control.
"Are you out of your goddamn mind?!" His voice cut through the chaos, sharp and furious.
Trilokya didn’t even blink. She smirked instead, pushing the accelerator further. "Oh? Patidev is getting scared on his wedding night?"
His fingers twitched, itching to grab the wheel, to stop her, stop this madness. "Trilokya. Stop the fucking car."
She laughed, loud and reckless, the sound laced with something sharp. "Or what? You’ll divorce me?" A mocking pout twisted her lips. "Go ahead. Make my day."
Reyant’s frustration simmered into something darker, something lethal. He leaned forward, voice low, almost dangerous. "I don’t have to divorce you to make your life a living hell, sweetheart. You should know that by now."
Her smirk faltered, just for a second. But then—she turned the wheel again, throwing the car into another sharp drift.
The tires screamed, the car barely holding onto control. Reyant braced himself, his fury hitting its peak. She is driving like she have nothing to lose.
"Fucking stop, Trilokya!"
She finally slammed the brakes, the car screeching to a halt, stopping inches before the edge of the bridge. A heavy silence followed, only their ragged breathing filling the space.
Trilokya exhaled, gripping the wheel like it was the only thing keeping her from breaking. And then, she turned to face him, her eyes blazing.
"I’d rather drive off this bridge than spend a lifetime being your wife," she whispered.
Reyant didn’t blink. He didn’t move. But his voice came out like steel, cutting through her resolve.
"Then maybe you should’ve let me drive, darling."
And in that moment,
Trilokya exhaled, fingers still gripping the wheel like a lifeline. The scent of burning rubber mixed with the lingering tension inside the car. Reyant's gaze was a burning weight on her, but she didn’t dare look at him. She had won this round—but she wasn’t done playing yet.
She pressed her foot against the accelerator. Hard.
The engine roared again, and before Reyant could react, the car lurched forward with a violent jolt. The tires screeched, and the vehicle shot down the deserted road like a bullet.
His jaw clenched as he grabbed the handle above his head, eyes narrowing. "Trilokya." His voice was low, controlled—but lined with warning.
She ignored him.
He sat forward, his patience hanging by a fragile thread. "I swear to god, if you don’t slow down—"
"You’ll what?" she cut him off, the wind whipping strands of her hair across her face. "Call my father? Your mother?" She let out a bitter chuckle, eyes locked on the road. "Too bad, husband, we're already married. Nothing left to negotiate."
His whole body tensed as the car barely missed the divider. His breathing was sharp, controlled, but beneath it—beneath the frustration—there was something else.
Admiration.
Hate-fueled, reluctant admiration.
This woman was chaos wrapped in silk. Madness in bangles and bridal red.
"Trilokya, slow the fuck down."
She let out a small laugh. A wicked, dangerous laugh.
"Oh, I will," she said sweetly. "Right when we reach your house. Can’t have my new in-laws thinking I’m a bad wife on my first day, can I? But now , I am going to ride every curve of this night ,foggy road with engine' groaning and my sexy moves".
The car swerved violently onto the final stretch leading to his family’s estate ; Sindhu'house. The grand gates loomed ahead, the mansion lights glowing in the distance.
Reyant leaned in, voice dark and sharp against her ear. "You want to play this game with me? Fine. But don’t cry when you realize I never lose."
Trilokya finally slammed the brakes.
The car skidded to a jarring halt right before the entrance.
For a long second, neither of them moved. The world outside was still, but inside, their war was just beginning.
She turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze—bold, unshaken, defiant.
"Then play, Reyant," she murmured. "Let’s see who burns first."
The gates opened, the lights from the estate spilling into the car, illuminating their faces—a bride and groom, bound by fire and fury.
And as the doors to their new life swung open, one thing became clear.
This marriage wasn’t a home but what's the next? The sindhu's who are standing in shock..
...........WHAT'S NEXT STORM? ARE THEY READY? AND WHAT TYPE OF GAMES ARE WAITING AHEAD...AND WHAT IS GOING TO BE THE WELCOME DRAMA?
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