Stolen From Mandap: His Revenge Bride

The entire Sharma farmhouse was decorated like a dream. Marigolds, fairy lights, and the smell of ghee. Meher Sharma, 24, sat in the middle of it all like a doll. Her red bridal lehenga weighed 10 kilos. Her mother had said, "Don't move too much , you'll ruin your mehandi" Her heart was beating so fast. She was about to marry Advay Malhotra. Not because she loved him, but because her father, Raghav Sharma, had chosen him. He is from a good business family, he is decent, he will keep you happy." She had said okay. She always said okay. Pandit ji chanted, "Please bring tha bride..." That was the cue. The groom was supposed to walk in with the baraat. But the sound that came was not dhol. It was screeching tyres. Four black Fortuners entered the gate, crushing the flower decoration under their wheels. The guards at the gate tried to stop them, but one look at the men who stepped out with guns, and they backed off. Silence fell. 200 guests. Pin drop silence. The front car door opened. He stepped out. Reyansh Singh Rathore. 29. White shirt nahi, black pathani kurta. Beard trimmed. The moment he took off his sunglasses, his eyes were revealed. cold, dark, and full of revenge. The Rathore heir. The name that ruled the underworld of Jaipur and Udaipur. The name that newspapers wrote with caution. Meher's father went pale. "Reyansh? You, here?" Reyansh didn't answer him. He walked straight through the crowd. People made way automatically. His eyes were fixed only on one person , the girl on the mandap. Meher. She clutched her lehenga. She had seen him only once, two years ago in a business party at her father's office. He had stared at her then too, but she had ignored him. "The Wedding will not happen, Mr. Sharma ," Reyansh said, his voice calm but loud enough for everyone to hear. "Your daughter is not getting married today." Advay, the groom, in his golden sherwani, came forward trying to be heroic, Who the hell are you? This is my wedding , you understand? Security, Throw him out! Reyansh smiled. That smile was scarier than anger. " Your bride?" He took two steps. His bodyguard, Vikram, was already behind Advay. One punch. Just one. Advay fell straight onto the mandap steps, his sherwani covered in dust, his lip bleeding. His mother screamed. "ADVAY!" Meher shouted and tried to get up, but her legs tangled in the lehenga. Reyansh climbed the mandap. The holy fire was still burning. He kicked the kalash aside. "Meher Sharma," he said, looking down at her trembling face. "Your father destroyed my father 10 years ago. He brought my mother to the streets. The cases, frauds, the court - your father remembers everything. Then, who will pay for it? "I... I don't know what you're talking about! My father could never do that. Tears were rolling down her kajal. "They can. And now you will pay the price. You will get married, but not with advay , to me." He grabbed her wrist. Her bangles broke. "Papa! Save me, save me" She screamed, looking at her father who was being held by two guards. Raghav Sharma fell on his knees. "Reyansh, it's not her fault, leave her, she is just a kid" "Fault?" Reyansh laughed. "Her only fault is that she is your daughter." He didn't wait. He bent down and lifted her in his arms. One arm behind her back, one under her knees. Bridal style. Her red dupatta fell. Her veil fell. She hit his chest with her small fists. " Leave me, let me go! you are goon, a kidnapper!" "Shhh," he whispered in her ear as he carried her down the mandap steps, his lips almost touching her ear. " It's not a considered auspicious for a bride to scream at the mandap." Everyone was recording, but no one dared to come close. He opened the back door of his SUV and literally threw her inside. She fell on the leather seat, her lehenga spread everywhere, her hair open. He got in right after her and locked the door. "Drive," he ordered. The car sped out of the farmhouse, leaving the entire wedding party in shock and dust. Inside the moving car, Meher was crying, trying to open the door. "Open the door, open it, where are you taking me?" Reyansh took out a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it. A mangalsutra. Black beads and a big diamond in the middle. Not the small one Advay had brought. This one looked like a chain of ownership. He held her chin tightly. "Rathore Mansion. To your new home, and yes, stop crying. The daughter-in-law of Rathore family don't cry , they rule . You will have to learn rule. "I will never marry you, never!" She spat. He came closer, his nose almost touching hers. His cologne was strong, intoxicating. " You are already ready, Mehar. The day you listened to your father and said yes to marrying Advay, that very day your marriage happened with my revenge.This is just the rasam." He took her shaking hand and before she could pull away, he tied that heavy mangalsutra around her neck. The SUV crossed the city limits. Far behind, the lights of her own wedding were still blinking.