It was the day of wedding, Rooh's feets were trembling out of nervousness.
Adorned in a dark red wedding lehenga she sat infront of her dressing table.

A woman,sent by Rukmini Singhania put on so many heavy jewellery over her skin making her breathless for moments.
Rooh finally protested and didn't wear few of the accessories and sent the girl out very soon.

She looked at herself in the mirror, ready to marry the man who was her sister's husband, the man who still loves her sister.

She wanted to weep out but suddenly someone knocked on her door, Rooh controlled herself and asked to enter in‌,there on her gate stood her mother.

Her mother,who was ready to sacrifice her daughter's life, her daughter's dream everything..
Rooh immediately turned her gaze from her. But her mother smiled and took steps to reach her.

She admired her daughter and spoke, "Kitni pyari lar rahi hai na meri Rooh, Dulhan bankar.."

But Rooh didn't said a word.
Mrs. Mehra's smile faded a little. She stood beside her and said,
"Chal beta muhurat ho chuka hai.."

Rooh just stood up from her place and not having the sense of things going around she took steps downstairs.
Her eyes held tears,she just wanted to drop out, her body was even to collapse but her mother held her tight.

She only pushed Rooh to descend down the stairs and forced her to sit on mandap beside Shekhar.

Shekhar her husband to be very soon didn't even spare a glance on her, his eyes held hatred for his ex wife. He remained looking at the fire burning in pit and like a senseless man he performed all the rituals.

No one was interested in this wedding, both of them just fulfilled families condition, burning their own hearts.
But soon this wedding was completed.
Rooh was wedded with Shekhar and now, was officially Rooh Shekhar Singhania.

She was bid off from her house and sat in a car beside Shekhar. She weeped alot in her parents arm but that made no effect of Shekhar. He leaned by the window tapping on his forehead.

Soon as Rooh controlled her tears,she spare a glance on him, he still had no effect. Her sister's words echoed in her mind, how happily she narrated that after her bidai Shekhar consoled her even brought her ice cream and chocolates but nothing like this happened with Rooh.

She herself wiped her tears and looked out of the window deciding that no matter what happens she'll talk to Shekhar about continuing her studies once they reach his house.

At the Singhania Mansion, they were welcomed with everyone's fake smile ready for Rooh's grih Pravesh ritual.

No one in this house no more liked Rooh, but it was ritual, and Rukmini asked all to be there.

Rooh took her first steps gently touching the kalash filled with Akshath (Rice) and stepped on Aalta. Later leaving few steps on the white marble she was guided towards the Temple area of Mansion.

Shekhar was no at all in mood to entertain all, he threw that piece of cloth on his arm and walked away in furry.

Everyone looked his side until he disappeared into his study. Rukmini sighed and handed Rooh a thal to perform puja.

Rooh simply just obeyed her. Soon as every thing was done, Rukmini asked her daughter Nisha to guide Rooh till Shekhar's room.

Nisha turned her face in frustration then just moved forward not even waiting for Rooh.

Somehow managing that heavy lehenga Rooh followed her, they shared no words reaching the 3rd floor.

And finally Nisha opened the door of room and gestured her to enter inside. Rooh looked at her once and as she stepped in, Nisha locked the door.

By a hard thud behind her Rooh was frightened but still she remained quite, she looked all around the room.

It was decorated with red lights,rose petals especially the bed as she has ever seen in movies. Exactly like the preparation for couples first night.

Her breath hitched, she can't even imagine the next. Sharing a room with her sister's husband..
But she shut her eyes close and remembered those words of Rukmini.

"Rooh is supposed to give our family a heir as soon as possible, afterall her sister could never do so.."

And she opened her eyes again. A Singhania heir, that means, having physical relationship with, with Shekhar...

Her heart began beating the loudest inside her frame. She is a girl who never ever touched a guy and today she is stuck with a man, who'll only except a child from her.

But No...,deep down she made the decision hard to talk to Shekhar about her studies even before they plan a child.

She convinced herself to stay calm and sat at the edge of Bed, waiting for Shekhar.

The time passed, Shekhar didn't come back to the room. Rooh's wait only stretched. She acknowledged that he won't come to see her.

She placed her cold feet on bed to lie down atleast but before she could strech her back, the room's door hung to open.

Her breaths hitched, she set her eyes on the door waiting for frame to enter and expose.

It was Shekhar.
He stepped in and as his eyes fell on Rooh,his brows raised, she was sitting in a bridal style.

His gaze darkened on her, he clicked the door shut behind him and lead steps inside.

His steps trembled, and his eyes were only half opened. He looked at Rooh with those dark eyes and came very close.

Rooh lowered her gaze out of nervousness buy soon she felt his frame standing really close.

She parted her lips to say something but before she could say word, Shekhar leaned closer to her ears.

Rooh's body shivered but he didn't care and spoke, "Rooh Mehra.."
His breaths stinging like alcohol. Rooh felt weird but he continued.

He chuckled like a mad man and said, "Rooh Mehra..Now, Rooh Shekhar Singhania...My second wife!!"

He laughed out loudly on his words and extended his hand to touch her face.
He held her jaws and spoke, "Isn't that interesting Rooh...you both sister wear my name.. fucking whores.."

His tone went dark and he threw Rooh's face the other side.

A tear drop slipped Rooh's eyes,his words were too harsh for her. And only with this she can make enough assumptions what he may do next....