Forced Marriage – Episode No. 2
India – Bangalore – 11:00 PM
At this moment, a girl was running after a man. The man had a file of papers in his hands and was running through the streets of Bangalore with it.
The girl ran and grabbed the man’s collar and kicked him hard on his back, causing him to fall face-first onto the road.
She grabbed his collar, pulled him up, slapped him hard across the face, and started beating him brutally right there in the middle of the road.
All the people standing around were watching in shock—how a single girl was beating such a big, well-built man in the middle of the street like this.
The man couldn’t do anything in front of her. So he quickly moved his hand to the side of the road, picked up some sand, and threw it into the girl’s obsidian black eyes.
The girl immediately covered her eyes.
Her attention got distracted.
In that moment, the man escaped with the file.
The girl quickly cleaned her eyes and started running after him again.
The man ran and reached the terrace of a building. The girl followed him there too.
Now the man had nowhere left to run.
The girl started walking toward him.
Suddenly, the man took out a sharp knife from his pocket.
Pointing the knife at her, he shouted,“Hey… stay back! Don’t you dare come near me, or I’ll cut you into pieces!”
The girl rolled her eyes and said calmly,“Before you cut me into pieces, I’ll cut you into pieces first. Look, I’m saying this peacefully—I have no enmity with you. I just want that file. Give me the file.”
The man stepped back, showing the knife, and said, “Hey… don’t run your mouth too much. I don’t give empty threats—I fulfill them. If you want your life safe, leave from here. Otherwise, it won’t be good for you.”
The girl stepped forward and said,“What’s good for me and what’s not, you don’t need to think about that. I only care about that file. Give me the file.”
Seeing her coming closer, the man started stepping backward.
He didn’t realize that the railing was behind him—and it was very low in height.
As he stepped back, his foot slipped, and he fell over the railing.
Seeing this, the girl rushed forward and grabbed his hand.
The man screamed, “Please… please… don’t let go of my hand! I’ll fall! Please hold me!”
The girl, breathing heavily, said, “If you want me to hold your hand, then give me the file with your other hand.”
The man said, “No, I will never do that.”
The girl replied, “Fine. If this file is more precious to you than your life, then okay. Go die, I don’t care. I’m leaving your hand.”
The man cried in fear, “No… no… please don’t let go. I… I… I’ll give the file.”
Saying this, he extended the file toward her.
The girl immediately took the file with her other hand.
Just then, a worried female voice came from behind her,
“Aarushi, are you okay?”
Hearing the voice, Aarushi turned back.
Her friend Priya was standing there, along with the police.
The police quickly came and helped pull the man up from the railing.
Priya hugged Aarushi tightly.
Priya said, “Aarushi, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”
Aarushi smiled and said “My dear, I’m completely fine. And in the next five minutes, you’ll also be fine. Wait, let me give this file to Inspector Tarun.”
She turned to the inspector and said, “Inspector Tarun, this is the file that proves my friend Priya is innocent. It contains the real postmortem report, which will lead you to the truth.”
Inspector Tarun took the file and said, “Thank you, Miss Aarushi. You helped us a lot. And please forgive us for the trouble you had to face because of us.”
Aarushi said in a slightly strict voice, “It’s okay, Inspector. But yes—next time, make sure you don’t accuse anyone without proper evidence and complete investigation.”
The inspector nodded in agreement.
They arrested the man and took him away.
Priya hit Aarushi’s shoulder lightly and said, “Why did you need to take such a big risk for me? What if something had happened to you? What if that man had hurt you? What would I answer uncle and aunty?”
Aarushi said in her lioness voice, “Enough, sister… enough. Close your shop of questions. And yes, nothing will happen to me. No human has been born in this world who can harm Aarushi Parmar.”
Priya hit her head and said, “Shut up, madam dialogue queen. And now, goddess, go home quietly without doing any more drama.”
Aarushi put her arm on Priya’s shoulder and said, “So let’s go then—who stopped you anyway?”
They both walked toward their car.
This was Aarushi Parmar—who never tolerates anything wrong.
5.2 inch height, fair complexion, obsidian black eyes, black hair reaching her hips, chubby cheeks, and a slightly healthy body.
Even with this look, she was very beautiful.
Her simplicity was her real beauty.
Aarushi and Priya were stuck in traffic.
Aarushi got irritated and turned off the radio and said, “These people too… always lectures on love, romance, and relationships. Don’t they have any other topic?”
Priya said, “Stop it yaar, why are you getting so irritated? That’s their daily job. But tell me one thing—why do you hate the word love so much? Did something happen?”
Aarushi replied, “Not at all. Who would even be in my life? I hate love talks because it’s all lies. Nothing they say is true. Even if love exists, in today’s time people have made love a joke—relationship, situationship, and God knows what ship.”
“No one is loyal anymore. Everyone is searching for someone better than the person they are with. A relationship can survive without love, but if there is no loyalty and trust, that relationship cannot survive. If anything is expensive in today’s world, it’s loyalty—and the second is respect.”
“You know, a more beautiful word than ‘I Love You’ is ‘I Respect You’. And if true love exists anywhere in this world, it is only between a mother and her child. A mother’s love is selfless—that is the only true love.”
Priya clapped and said, “Wow madam, wow… such beautiful words. Listening to this feels so good. By the way, I think instead of becoming a scientist, you should become a philosopher—there’s a lot of money in it.”
Aarushi narrowed her eyes and said, “Ha ha ha… very lame and cheap joke. Don’t tell me jokes like this again.”
Aarushi started driving, while Priya kept looking at her, smiling.
New York – Albany
Next Day
Triyansh was sitting in his black Lamborghini.
He had a tablet in his hand and was working on it.
His crystal frost eyes were fixed on the screen.
His younger brother Rudra said nervously,
“Bhai… bhai… wo… main… uh… I… I…”
Triyansh, without looking up, said, “If your stammering is over, speak clearly. Because I don’t understand this new language of yours.”
Rudra took a deep breath and said, “Dadi sa, Dada sa, and the whole family are calling you back to India. Your marriage has been fixed with Vaishali Jhala.”
After saying this, Rudra stopped the car in front of Rathore Mansion and looked at his brother’s reaction in fear.
Triyansh stopped his fingers on the tablet.
His face turned cold.
He said in a cold voice, “I am not going back to India. And I am not marrying anyone. Tell this to the family.”
Saying this, Triyansh got out of the Lamborghini and went inside the mansion.
Rudra kept standing there.
Rudra said to himself, “Brother, you will have to go to Jhalawar. After all, you are the future king there. And this time, the one who has come to take you—I’m sure you won’t be able to say no to them. Get ready, brother. After 22 years, you’re going back to Jhalawar.”
Meanwhile in Bangalore
Aarushi was sleeping on her bed.
Suddenly, notifications on her phone woke her up.
She picked up the phone and started reading them.
Her mouth remained open in shock.
Then she shouted in happiness, “Aaaaaa… finally… finally… finally… after 1 whole year, I’m going back to my home Jhalawar! Yayyyyy!”
See you in the next chapter. Bye-bye.
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