unwanted bride of mafia king
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Without any further delay, let's dive into today's episode of the story.
Ibadat was sitting beside her groom, a wide smile adorning her lips, and her eyes sparkling like stars. A little distance away, her parents, her friend Shreya, and her brother Ishaan were watching her with warm smiles. Their eyes glistened with a hint of tears, but seeing Ibadat's happiness made them feel joyful too.
Ibadat kept trying to steal glances at Saransh with an adorably pouty face, but he seemed oblivious to her efforts. Frustrated, she pouted and said, "You're so mean, Saransh! Why won't you let me look at you? And you haven't even looked at me once. Don't you see how beautiful I look today?"
As she spoke, she bit her lower lip in mock annoyance. The priest was chanting mantras, his voice resonating through the sacred space. He asked Saransh to extend his hand forward and placed Ibadat's hand in his. At first, Saransh hesitated, but eventually, he complied, moving his hand forward.
The moment Ibadat saw this, she eagerly placed her tiny hand into his. Her delicate hand looked like that of a child's when held in Saransh's larger palm. Ibadat, her lips forming a playful O, stared at their joined hands with fascination. She then lifted her face to look at the priest and, unable to contain her excitement, exclaimed, "Uncle, hurry up! How much longer will this take? I want to get married quickly!"
Hearing Ibadat's words, all the guests turned to look at her in surprise. She was speaking with the innocence of a child. Meanwhile, Vishambhar Goenka's eyes narrowed as he glared at her. Looking toward his son and daughter-in-law, he remarked, "Does she not know how the daughter-in-law of the Goenka family is supposed to behave?"
Sangeeta Ji, lowering her head slightly, softly replied, "Papa Ji, once we get home, I'll teach Ibadat everything. She's still just a child."
Hearing this, Vishambhar Ji cast her a stern glance but said nothing. He turned his attention back to the wedding rituals, his expression unreadable.
In no time, the pheras were completed. However, Ibadat's cheerful face now bore a pout. She desperately wanted to catch a glimpse of Saransh, but he hadn't even looked at her once. Now, she was genuinely upset.
Once the priest completed the remaining rituals, he called Anuj Ji and Kaveri Ji to the stage for the kanyadaan. As they stepped forward, tears welled up in their eyes. Ibadat was their only daughter—their precious gem. Seeing their tearful faces, Ibadat made a cute expression and said, "Mama, Daddy, don't cry, please! Otherwise, I'll start crying too. And I want to look even more beautiful in my gorgeous wedding dress. If I have tears in my eyes, I won't look pretty, right?"
Hearing this, Kaveri Ji and Anuj Ji couldn't help but smile through their tears. Placing a tender kiss on her forehead, they turned to Saransh. With their hands resting on his shoulder, Anuj Ji said, "We're entrusting you with our most precious treasure. We hope you'll take good care of her."
Even after hearing Kaveri Ji and Anuj Ji's heartfelt words, Saransh didn't utter a single word. This silence left not only Ibadat but also her parents surprised. Saransh had always been polite and respectful toward them, so his behavior was unexpected. Still, they chose not to dwell on it and quietly stepped down from the stage.
Soon after, it was time for the pheras. Ibadat was glowing with joy, walking around the sacred fire with a wide smile. But Saransh—he seemed determined to remain silent, as if he had sworn not to say a word. One by one, all the wedding rituals were completed. Saransh even filled Ibadat's hairline with sindoor, marking her as his bride, but he did it without sparing her a single glance.
Ibadat, on the other hand, couldn't contain her happiness. Her smile was brighter than ever as she realized that she was about to embark on a new journey with her Saransh, leaving for her in-laws' house. After the wedding concluded, the priest asked Saransh and Ibadat to seek blessings from the elders.
The moment the priest announced the completion of the wedding, Saransh abruptly flung the dupatta off his shoulder—the same dupatta that had been tied to Ibadat's chunri during the pheras. Startled, Ibadat froze and stared at him in shock.
Without glancing at her or anyone else, Saransh walked away swiftly. His sudden exit left the guests murmuring in confusion. Meanwhile, Ibadat's eyes brimmed with tears, which soon began to flow uncontrollably, like an unending stream.
Her parents stood rooted in place, utterly bewildered. Shreya, who knew Ibadat too well, rushed to her side, aware that Ibadat wouldn't be able to handle such behavior from Saransh. Before Shreya could say anything, Ibadat burst into loud, childlike sobs, her cries echoing through the venue.
Watching Ibadat cry like that, Vishambhar Ji's sharp voice cut through the commotion. "The wedding is over. You may all leave now," he announced firmly.
Saying this, Vishambhar Ji glanced at all the relatives present. Within moments, the guests began to leave, and soon only the Mathur and Goenka families remained.
Anuj Ji, who usually refrained from speaking much in front of the Goenka family, couldn't suppress his anger upon seeing tears in his princess's eyes. Glaring at Vishambhar Ji, he asked, "Where did Saransh go right after the wedding?"
At this, Vishambhar Ji replied calmly, "There was some issue. A problem in business that required his immediate attention. Anyway, you should start preparing for the vidai. We need to take our daughter-in-law home."
Hearing this, Kaveri Ji, Ishaan, and Anuj Ji were left speechless, unsure of how to respond. Meanwhile, Ibadat, who was still crying like a child, slowly raised her tear-streaked face and asked in an innocent voice, "Is that true, Grandpa? Was our Saransh worried, and that's why he left like that?"
Vishambhar Ji looked at her and said firmly, "Yes, there was a serious issue, and he had to leave urgently. Now stop crying. You are no longer a child; you are the daughter-in-law of the Goenka family. And daughters-in-law of the Goenka family do not cry like children. Say your goodbyes to your family as soon as possible. We need to leave in ten minutes."
With that, Vishambhar Ji turned and walked away.
His words made fresh tears stream down Ibadat's face. Kaveri Ji rushed to her daughter, pulling her into a warm embrace as both mother and daughter began to cry together. Ibadat, their little girl, had grown up so much that it was time for her to leave them and begin her new life with her in-laws.
A little while later, Ibadat's family bid her farewell. She was now seated in the car beside her mother-in-law, still crying like a child.
Sangeeta Ji gently spoke, "Ibadat, my dear, am I not your mother now? Why are you crying so much?"
Hearing this, Ibadat looked at her with tear-filled eyes and sobbed, "Saasu Mama, I'm angry at Saransh. Why did he do that? It's making me cry!"
Sangeeta Ji's heart ached at her words. Every time she had seen Ibadat before, she was like a blooming rose—always smiling and playfully mischievous, like a child brimming with joy. But now, here she was, crying her heart out. Her adorable face had turned red from all the tears.
Sangeeta Ji gently said, "Stop crying now. Just think, if you keep crying like this, you won't look good. Your eyes will turn red, your makeup will smudge. Do you want Saransh to get scared when he sees you on your first night as a bride?"
She kept a serious face as she said this.
Ibadat's eyes widened in surprise at her words. Seeing her innocent expression, Sangeeta Ji softened and said, "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Wiping her tears with her tiny hands, Ibadat nodded and, with a cute pout, replied, "Okay, Saasu Maa, I won't cry anymore. I'll look beautiful!"
Blinking her eyes repeatedly, Ibadat tried to stop the tears. At that moment, she looked absolutely adorable.
Sangeeta Ji gazed at her innocent face and felt a pang of pain in her heart. Taking a deep breath, she thought to herself, Oh God! What's going to happen to this innocent child now?
Closing her eyes, she silently prayed for Ibadat's happiness.
After a while, their car came to a halt in front of the Goenka Mansion. As soon as Ibadat stepped out with Sangeeta Ji, her big, sparkling eyes fixated on the grand estate before her. It was the first time she had seen the Goenka Mansion. She had only heard that Saransh's home was as grand and beautiful as a dream palace. But Ibadat wasn't in love with the house—she was in love with Saransh.
She gazed at the mansion, which was exquisitely decorated, her eyes shimmering with awe. Watching her reaction, a smile tugged at the corners of Sangeeta Ji's lips. Gently, she said, "Ibadat, my dear, come inside. This is your home now."
Hearing this, Ibadat made an adorably innocent face and replied, "Yes, Saasu Mama, I know this is my home. But where is Saransh? Won't he come inside with us? I saw on TV that newly married couples have a griha pravesh ritual, and the husband carries his beautiful bride in his arms. Won't he carry me?"
Sangeeta Ji's expression faltered for a moment at her words. Quickly composing herself, she forced a smile and said lovingly, "Ibadat, my child..." but couldn't complete her sentence.
When Ibadat finally entered her room, her face lit up with delight. She exclaimed like an excited child, "Saasu Mama, it's so beautiful!"
Seeing her so happy, tears rolled down Sangeeta Ji's cheeks. She whispered to herself, We've made a terrible mistake. I don't know what lies ahead…
Ibadat continued to bounce around in excitement, her happiness radiating through the room. She looked so carefree, like a child reveling in a new toy. But as she jumped on the carpet in her heavy bridal lehenga, she suddenly tripped and fell.
Seeing her fall, Sangeeta Ji rushed over in panic and knelt beside her. "Ibadat, my child, are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
Ibadat, after tumbling on the carpet, burst into laughter. She laughed and said, "I'm fine."
She looked at Sangeeta Ji with her sparkling eyes, her moon-like face even more radiant with joy.
Sangeeta Ji gently kissed Ibadat's forehead and whispered, "Please forgive us."
Ibadat, still wearing an adorable pout, tilted her head and asked, "Why, Saasu Mama?"
Sangeeta Ji smiled softly and replied, "Nothing, my dear. Now, you rest. Saransh will be here shortly."
As she spoke, her voice faltered slightly. She told Ibadat to relax and left the room.
As soon as Sangeeta Ji left, Ibadat began hopping around like a small child, excitedly inspecting every corner of the room. She looked around, scanning the space, but didn't spot Saransh's picture anywhere.
Placing her tiny hands on her hips, she muttered, "There's no picture of Saransh? And where's our picture? He said there would be lots of pictures of us in his room."
Her face fell as she looked around, disappointed.
Just then, her eyes fell upon a large picture hanging on the wall. Staring at it, her mouth fell open in awe, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "So hot!"
On the other side:
A man was lying on the sand by the sea. In his hand, he held a bottle of liquor, his eyes gazing at the moon. Tears continuously streamed down his face. A few bodyguards stood at a distance, watching him silently.
Looking up at the sky, he laughed bitterly and muttered, "Once again, my happiness has been taken away from me. Why? Why?"
With a heavy sigh, he sat up.
He was wearing a groom's sherwani, looking incredibly handsome in it. Anyone who saw him would surely be captivated by his charm. At 6 feet 2 inches tall, with deep black eyes, a wheatish complexion, and expressions that could mesmerize anyone, he was none other than Shlok Goenka, the famous business tycoon of Mumbai and Asia, who had gotten married today.
Shlok stared at the sky, closing his eyes. As soon as he shut them, a girl's smiling face appeared in his mind, followed by the sound of her voice, "Please, Mr. Goenka, accept it. Or else, it'll be too late."
At the sound of her voice, Shlok screamed, "Isha!"
His heart-wrenching cry echoed across the shoreline.
Tears filled his eyes. Perhaps for the first time, the heartless devil's eyes were filled with sorrow. Today, his love had slipped away from him. He looked up at the sky, pulled out his phone, and stared at Isha's picture on his wallpaper.
Shlok ran his fingers over the picture on his phone and whispered, "You were right, it's too late."
Just as he spoke, his phone suddenly began to ring. He looked at the name flashing on the screen and, with a voice filled with hatred, said, "I hate you, Vishambar Goenka. I hate you!"
With that, he abruptly cut the call.
The phone kept ringing, but Shlok, consumed with rage, finally picked up and shouted, "What do you want now? Are you happy now that you've ruined my life? Go ahead, celebrate, Mr. Goenka, celebrate! There must be plenty of you celebrating my destruction!"
The hatred in Shlok's voice was unmistakable.
On the other end, Vishambar Goenka, sitting in his room in a chair, closed his eyes in fury and said, "Speak with respect. I'm your grandfather. And as for this so-called 'destruction,' do you truly believe we've ruined your life? You were obsessed with an orphan girl. Do you really think that two-bit orphan girl deserves to be the bride of this house?"
As soon as Shlok heard such words about Isha from his grandfather, he screamed, "Shut up! She is my love! And her worth is far beyond yours. If I wanted, I could make her a thousand times wealthier than you, Mr. Vishambar Goenka! But for you, happiness doesn't matter. You only care about your so-called honor. One day, that honor will turn to dust, and you won't be able to save it!"
Ignoring Shlok's words, Vishambar Goenka spoke in a deep voice, "Come home. Your wife is waiting for you. Don't forget, tonight is your wedding night, your suhag raat."
As soon as Shlok heard this, he screamed, "Stop talking nonsense! I'm not married! I don't have a wife!"
In response, Vishambar Goenka said in a calm tone, "Just because you deny the truth doesn't make it false. The truth is, you are married, and Ibadat is your wife."
Hearing this, Shlok stood up angrily. He yelled, "She is NOT my wife! My wife will ONLY be Isha. ONLY MY ISHA! And the girl you're talking about, I hate her! I hate her to the core! So much hatred that I don't even want to see her face. Even if she dies, I wouldn't care!"
Saying this, Shlok slammed the phone down in anger and threw it aside. Screaming, he shouted, "I hate you, Ibadat Mathur! I HATE YOU!"
With anger and pain consuming him, Shlok collapsed to his knees. His breath was heavy, and tears flowed from his eyes, falling onto the sand.
What will be the outcome of the unwanted marriage between Ibadat and Shlok?