Rabba Ishq Naa Hove - Season 3 - Part 1

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Chapter 1

Khushi’s POV


The bright light falling on my face, hits directly my sleepy eyes, waking me up from my deep slumber. I blink, twice, thrice and repeatedly until the flashes of the last few days which changed my entire life replayed in my head.

Three weeks ago

“Sheetal, I’m serious. An NRI husband is what I need. Someone who can marry me, take me to US and then once I get my green card, he divorces me as soon as we married. That’s the only way I can pursue my dreams.”

Sheetal was my bestie and the only one who had a lot of linkups with NRI’s settled down in USA. Me being the only daughter of the reputed business tycoon of this country could have easily got the type of Visa I needed to settle down in the USA but my father Shashi Gupta was totally against the idea of my dream career. I wanted to do modeling and considering the conservative family background I belonged to, my father was strictly against that idea. Modelling in India was not an option as I knew all my relatives would flood their opinions that I was disgracing the family name by choosing a career like that so the only way I could achieve it was to try this abroad.


Dad was getting me married to one of his friend’s son in a month to extend their business tie ups and I wasn’t ready to be a scape goat. I knew the contacts that dad had would make him find me even if I was in hell and he wouldn’t mind dragging me back to India if I flew alone with no proper planning. That’s why I decided to beat two birds with one shot. First, I would get married to someone whom I can control so that if my father tries to get me married to his friend’s son, he wouldn’t be able to do so. Second, since my father would lose every right to dictate me, I would be free enough to pick the career of my choice. But I couldn’t model being in a relationship or marriage to anyone so whatever happened, I needed a temporary husband who was willing to marry me for some period and then take me to USA, get me an appropriate type of Visa and then divorce me. What would he get in return? Loads of money which I already had managed to arrange when the right time would come.


“Darling, you think husbands are hanging on trees for me to pluck one for you and get you married to? And the kind of man you are looking for needs some patience too. Plus, what’s the guarantee that he would do exactly what you want him to do? We need someone less smart and more decent who only cares for the money you are ready to offer him and of course, lets not forget we also need a contract prepared without your father’s knowledge so that whoever you marry would be bound to divorce you once your conditions are met.”


She was right. So, the next few days we used all her known contacts to find such a person and we got one. His name was Rohit Mital. He was a normal working professional in USA and was looking for some funds to start his own business. One of Sheetal’s friend’s friend suggested us this guy and we did a quick background check about his past and present nature. He looked handsome too and I had really no expectations beyond that he was willing to accept my conditions. Since he was ready with all that, I was ready to marry this guy. We spoke on phone once and his voice sent butterflies in my stomach. He had a sexy voice and for some reason I thought I had heard this voice before. But I didn’t go into those details.


The contract was exchanged through our lawyers and we officially signed the marriage papers too before the registrar who was paid to do this all privately in my lawyer’s office. It was a shock to me that Rohit had already signed the marriage papers as he couldn’t spend time in visiting my lawyer’s office to do so together with me. Seemed like he had some emergency come up and couldn’t risk skipping that. I didn’t mind signing my part and I was officially married to a man whom I hadn’t even seen once, but just his picture and had heard his sexy voice. Keeping those thoughts aside I was also happy that he didn’t want the money transferred to his account until we meet. But he also had one silly condition. He wanted me to complete the marriage traditionally too and he had sent me the bridal attire and jewelry. Though I was a bit skeptical to do so, Sheetal thought it would be great to have some marriage pictures so as it is a proof for others if needed. I agreed. The marriage was arranged in a small temple where me and Sheetal reached. He was there before us but he had a turban on his head which didn’t allow me to see his face. Seems his family had a tradition that on the wedding day the groom would wear a turban hiding his face from the bride until the wedding rituals took place. Silly but I agreed. There was no point in arguing as we were officially married already. And I recognized his voice.. That sexy husky voice put all fears to rest. We took the pheras, he put the Mangalsutra on my neck and the sindoor on my forehead which actually was too much to process and I always thought them to be old fashioned. Once I reach home, I knew I would take it off.


The moment the marriage completed; he took off the turban and my face dropped as I recalled him.. Arnav Singh Raizada? What was he doing there?


“Hello Wifey…” he muttered and my heart sank. We had a history and that wasn’t very good. His lawyer who also had attended the wedding told me that Rohit Mital was just a sham and the entire time I was conversing with Arnav Singh Raizada only. It was then that I realized why his voice felt known. Even the papers of contract that had my signatures now had Arnav’s signatures next to me. He had no interest in my money and all he wanted was to take revenge for what I did with him years back. The moment I realized that, I raised my hand to slap him hard but the man was too sharp unlike the innocent lad he was once during his teenage. He held my hand, pinned it to my back. So far he hadn’t touched me or spoke anything apart from addressing me as his wife. But now when he looked at me like that, it brought goosebumps on my skin.


Words choked in my throat as he approached closer and gripped my neck stronger with his free hand. “How I missed watching you so closely.”


My lips parted on their own and before I could understand what was happening, he kissed me brutally on my lips, almost drawing blood from my lower lip as he bit it hard. The way he kissed me reminded me of the time when we had kissed before, almost six years ago. Only this time he wasn’t kissing me nicely but as if he wanted to punish me and when he was done, I fainted.. in his arms.


Shit!! I jerk on the bed as I realize I am not anywhere in a known place. This seems to be a bedroom and the bed is decorated with rose petals on it. Who brought me here? I get down and look at myself in the mirror. I am still dressed and it doesn't feel like he had touched me inappropriately last night. But that still didn’t mean I am going to accept my fate and stay with him. Phone? Where is my phone? I look for it in the whole damn room but can’t find. Seems like that man has taken it away so I don’t make a phone call. Well!! He had just invited more trouble then. He didn’t realize it still who he was messing with. The urge to empty my bladder forces me to use the washroom but that’s it. I am not going to stay here any longer. Though in my bridal attire, I still make my way down to leave this place at once. I know my father will be worried like hell as I didn’t go home last night. I had left him a note though before I escaped to marry and that note did mention that I was sorry but I was marrying the man I loved and not to look for me but seemed like now I had a lot of explaining to do to my father.

As I descend the stairs, I see him sprawled on the couch at the living room, busy talking over the phone. That handsome features he carried years ago has only enhanced in these six years but the guy I knew back then was innocent and now the man he has become is not someone I would even like to know or care about.

“Hey wifey..” He gives me an evil smile before getting on his feet. “You aren’t ready yet? I thought you would at least take a shower before stepping out of this house.”

Something tells me he has a wicked plan devised and is just wanting me to play by it.

“Oops, I forgot. You are prone to be lazy. Waking up early, and taking responsibilities is not something you have ever done so far.”

“Shut up,” I scream. “You cannot demean me and you better not talk about my character. If you hated it so much, why did you marry me then?”

He doesn't utter a word just stares at me intently.

“You know what? I am done with you,” I snap and march towards the door but the moment I take three steps, he grabs my wrist and hauls me to his body. Damn hell. I hadn’t expected that.

“You’ll never be done with me. Not until I am done with you and I’ll be done with you one day…Just not today, Mrs. Khushi Singh Raizada.”


And only when he stares intently at my lips and I feel he is going to kiss me again, he pushes me away with a rough jerk.

“God, why are you back?” I scream. “And whose house is this? Can’t be yours for sure.”


When he doesn't respond and just keeps staring at my face, I see the seriousness in his look. This is his house? How? The last time I knew he worked for my father as his personal assistant. Can a man turn rich in a span of 6 years? So rich to own a mansion like this? Impossible.

“Did you rob someone?” I snap. “I am sure you have. Or should I say you have married women like me before to get their money and built this empire for yourself?”

He gave me a pathetic stare before heading to his personal wine cellar. He took out a whiskey bottle and poured some in a glass. In seconds he even gulped the drink down his throat and turned to me. He started drinking? Since when? I never saw him drinking before in fact he was the one who always asked me to refrain me from indulging into alcohol.

“You need a peg, wifey?” He shamelessly asks and my body fumes.

“Shut up” I shout. “I’m not your wife.”

“Yes you are..” He approaches me again. “Your memories are weird. You remember me from six years ago but you don’t remember our marriage which happened yesterday?”


He’s become too sharp and his tongue has got witty too. Something he wasn’t before. He was so innocent, passive and giving kind.. Always ready to help people, show affection and what not. It’s strange whatever he has turned out now. This is so not him..


“Look” I exhale. “You better let me go. This marriage was a sham which I don’t believe in.”

“You believe it or not, you can’t change the truth Khushi. We have a contract signed, even evidences that we are ritually married to. You and I are a couple and nothing is going to change that fact.”

“Bulshit” I shout striding to him and clutch his collar. “You can’t bind me to this marriage. I’ll go to the court to bring your true face before the world..”

“And what will happen to your beautiful face? You didn’t marry me out of love or misunderstanding, Khushi. You married me for getting entry in the USA and a residence visa where you could do modeling against your father’s will. Do you think this is not going to tarnish your image? It wouldn’t take me a minute to leak out the reason of you marrying me to the media and what will happen next? You will be stuck here in India with your father despite separating from me. He might even get you remarried to a man of his choice and not to mention your dream of becoming a model will be crushed into ashes. Do you really want that wifey?”


Oh my god. I never thought of that. He is really sharp to block me from all angles. There is no way out yet, is there?


“I am giving you a last chance. Go back to your room, shower and wear the dress that’s in the closet. You got 30 minutes to do so and if you don’t, I wouldn’t mind taking you out in this state of yours. Trust me you wouldn’t like to face the world in this outfit.”


His tone scares me. Is he taking me out? As if he can command me to do anything.


“I am not going anywhere with you. And the only place I am leaving now is to my home. To my father.”

“That’s where I am taking you wifey.. to your father.”


He is taking me to my dad? Is that possible? And if that’s true I definitely don’t want Dad to see me in bridal attire. So, I decide to follow his command but before that my confidence boosts back.


“Dad is going to give you a hard time to breathe, Arnav. You know how much he loves me.”

“We’ll see if he still loves you anymore..” With a wink he finishes that statement and heads back to make another drink for himself. Why is it bothering me what he says or does? I know my dad. He will turn the world upside down to bring me back to his side and away from this man here…


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