Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Diya's pov

I was sitting in front of the mirror in my room. Well, our room. That murderer and my room.

I was brushing my hair and thinking about bhai. It felt like many ages since I heard him. I was missing him a lot. I was missing that little cutie Arav and my dearest bhabi.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were a little bit puffy since I couldn't have any proper sleep. How could I sleep when a murderer was laying beside me? Ironically, I had to share my bed with him because he wasn't letting me sleep on the couch anymore.

Hearing water splashing sound I rolled my eyes. That devil was taking a shower. I wish his sin could be washed away by the water.

I was lost in my own world when I heard a click sound and he came out of the washroom. He was freshly showered. A towel was wrapped around his torso. His upper body was on display for my virgin eyes. Water droplets were flowing down his body. I don't know why I couldn't take off eyes from him. For the first time, I noticed a scorpion tattoo on his forearm. This tattoo suited him.

I kept checking him out through the mirror. "Isn't he too much hot?" my subconscious asked me. Here comes she! If I say no then it would be a lie. He is looking like a Greek god.

I had no idea when he moved forward and stood right behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulder. A sudden gasp left my mouth at his cold touch.

" Your husband is hot, isn't he?" He questioned chuckling.

Truth be told I felt like hiding under six feet of the ground. He caught me red-handed that I was checking him out. God, save me from this embarrassment.

" I was just brushing my hair," I refused looking away.

Giving me a mischievous smile he leaned close to my ear. I felt goosebumps from his warm breath fanning my skin.

" I have a surprise for you," he whispered. I didn't miss the taunt in his voice.

I taunted back," You can give me shock only not surprise. Moreover, I am not interested in any kind of stupid surprise."

I froze when he licked my earlobe sensually. I gripped my dress tightly feeling his lips on my back neck. His touch always feels like a thousand volts of electricity running down my whole system.

" Get ready, my wild cat. Wear a beautiful saree with expensive jewellery. You should look like a queen. After all, you are the wife of mighty Rudra Pratap Singh," He said. More precisely, ordered.

Whenever he takes my name joining his name I feel an unknown sensation in my heart. What's wrong with me?

Rudra again kissed my back neck and went to the closet to change. I didn't argue with him further after all I have to be on his good side for some time. So, I obeyed him and decided to get ready for his surprise.

Abhishek's pov

I was sitting at the dining table and having my lunch. Well, I was just pushing food down my throat. My whole mind was occupied by Diya. My little sister was missing for almost 15 days. Police were searching for her everywhere but they didn't find anything. Not even have a clue. After losing my job I started a small business as my livelihood. My whole family was shaken by Diya's missing. I failed my sister.

My concentration on food was broken by a sudden phone call. It was an unknown number.

" Hello, Abhishek Roy speaking," I picked up the call. The other person said something which made my blood boil in anger.

I roared standing up," I will come right now."

My wife was asking me what happened but I didn't have time to explain anything. I stormed outside the house.

After 20 minutes of a taxi ride, I reached in front of Singh mansion. That Rudra informed me that he has my sister. Surprisingly the security guards didn't stop me today like they were waiting for me.

When I walked inside the living room my eyes almost bulged out of my sockets. My baby sister was with Rudra. That murderer was holding her waist and sitting on the couch. Diya's appearance almost gave me a heart attack. She was wearing a red saree with heavy jewellery. I felt like steam coming out of my ears seeing the nuptial chain around her neck and vermilion in her hair partition. She was looking like a newly weeded bride. What the hell was happening?

She noticed me and tried to stand up but Rudra caught her again and tightly hold her. He smirked at me. My anger rose to its peak. I always keep a gun with me for safety which is licensed. I can't control my anger anymore and pointed it at him.

"Leave my sister. Don't even touch my sister with your filthy hands," I warned shaking with fury.

He mocked smirking," Oh!! come on brother-in-law. I have touched your sister more than this. After all, I am her husband."

I diverted my eyes at Diya who was already in tears. Her eyes held too much pain, emotions and agony.

I knew that he has married her forcefully. My sister would never marry a person like him willingly.

" Please bhai(brother), leave me. You have already done enough for me. I don't want anything from you," she hiccuped making me ashamed.

She requested helplessly," Just leave me."

" Your enmity was with me. You had gone to jail because of me. Then why did you drag my sister here? Answer me, bastard," I screamed at him.

Rudra didn't like my choice of words. I don't give a shit about his feelings.

He sounded pissed off, I told you once that you have a precious thing which is mine. Do you remember? That precious thing is your sister and now she is mine and that's why I dragged her here." He smirked evilly.

I was going to grab his collar when Diya came between us and requested," please, stop. Stop this drama. Please bhai, just go away from here." She was sobbing already.

" I promise you, Diya, your brother will free you from this monster one day," I promised controlling my tears. I couldn't let that bastard see me crying.

She said nothing to me. Diverting her gaze at Rudra she asked," Can I talk to my brother for some time alone?"

Rudra frowned his forehead and was silent for some time. He permitted her nodding his head.

Holding my hand, Diya dragged me inside another room.

Author's pov

Hiding her face in Abhishek's chest Diya continued sobbing. Finally, she was feeling a little bit of solace in her brother's arms after everything. Specifically, that forced marriage.

"Don't cry, my princess. Bhai is here. Let's go home. You don't have to be here." Abhishek cooed stroking Diya's hair gently.

Diya raised her eyes at her brother," No, bhai. I can't go. Rudra will not let me go. Moreover, I have unfinished business here."

" Have you lost your mind? You are staying here with this murderer. Did you forget how he murdered Virat?" Abhishek sounded furious.

"I haven't forgotten anything yet. That's why I am here. If I stay here then I can able to know Rudra's secrets. How he changed all proofs and how he trapped us. Everything," Diya revealed what she has been thinking.

Abhishek almost yelled," And let you live with a murderer? Is that what you want? He married you forcefully! Wasn't it enough?"

" Don't be ridiculous, bhai. Just trust me and let me do what I want. Once I get enough evidence I will divorce him. Do you think I am eager to be his wife!" Diya sounded disgusted by the thought that she is Rudra's wife.

Abhishek softened his voice," I am worried about your safety. Whatever you are saying it's too dangerous."

" You don't have to worry about me. I will be fine," Diya assured her brother who wasn't even a bit convinced by her.

After a lot of arguments finally Abhishek agreed with Diya. She forced him to leave her in her condition because she was confident that she will manage to gather evidence against Rudra.

At night

Rudra and Diya were laying on the same bed. Diya was looking at the right side while Rudra was looking at the left. Rudra's hands were itching badly to touch Diya's soft body and feel her. On the other hand, Diya was thinking about how she will gather information about Virat's case.

" You don't consider me as your husband. That's fine. You can consider me as your friend at least. You are wrong about me. Try to know me and every misunderstanding will be cleared," Rudra tried to befriend Diya. He was willing to work on this relationship.

Diya taunted," Friend! I don't befriend murderers. I haven't forgotten how you killed Virat bhai."

Without any warning, he turned her at him. A gasp escaped her mouth because of his sudden action. Rudra hovered over her pressing his whole weight on her. She started struggling to free herself.

" You are still pasted by that traitor's case. You are still thinking that I have killed him without any reason. So let me tell you one thing, your Virat bhai wasn't any saint either. He has committed so many heinous crimes which you and your brother can't even imagine. He was wearing a good person's mask but in reality, he is Satan," Rudra screamed in her face. She just blinked her eyes in shock.

Composing her shocked state she pushed him," I don't believe you. Get off. You are too heavy".

Rudra gawked at her lips. An urge to kiss these plump lips clouded his mind. He didn't waste a second. He smashed his lips on her. At first, Diya resisted but after some moments she gave up. This forced kiss turned into a passionate one.

Her sweet mouth was making him crazy and he was getting hard down there. Diya also couldn't resist his touch. But, realization struck her hard soon. Diya pushed him away and asked him to stop. Rudra was in the mood. He tried to continue but stopped for her sake. He didn't want to give her such an idea that he will force her if she refuse to let him touch her.

Diya was embarrassed. She just kissed that murderer whom she hates the most. She didn't make any eye contact further and tried to sleep. But, sleep was far away from her eyes. What did he mean that Virat was Satan?