AFFECTION

Chapter 20

"Bhaiyaji, put yellow colored flowers instead of red coloured," said Tania who was totally busy to decorate the palace for the wedding season.

"Bhaiya! Do little fast. All the guests are going to come tonight and I really want to welcome them with beautiful decorations," she said to another worker, who was there to decorate the guest house of Rajasthan.

The marriage was going to be held in Rajasthan. Varun has a big old and beautiful palace. It was the place where Varun had grown up and he was married to Kriti. The place was very close to his heart so Tania thought it was the best place for their marriage. Where she was busy in managing everything Varun was all alone in his room. It was a big room, everything was royal-like about the place, which made it look more beautiful and nice. But he wasn't at all bothered about the beauty of the room, he was busy with his thoughts. Whenever he looked at the room he was thinking of Kriti. The day when he brought Kriti here. He brought Kriti here in their marriage...
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Flashback
It was their marriage night. Everything was decorated beautifully, all were happy except Varun. He was really unhappy with the marriage. He was marrying just for the family's sake, for the family's benefit. It wasn't a marriage... it was business that was going on. He was aware about the fact that if they both get married, their parents will become more powerful but Kriti wasn't aware, she was thinking that Varun will keep her safe and happy. But her parents were knowing that she was going near death's doors. Because they knew that Varun was crimelord.

Varun was watching his reflection on the mirror with hatred. He was really irritated with this thing, this punk. On the other hand Kriti was getting ready for it. She was excited and as well as happy.

"Kriti! Come! Let's go down," her mother called out for the bride. She walked out and found Varun sitting near the pyre. He admired her, he was really mesmerized. He was irritated... why did he refused to see her in the first place but now, today, he was watching her live!!! She was wearing a big, a bit heavy, beautiful lehenga. She was slim, fair and very beautiful. Varun's irritation now changed into satisfaction that he was going to marry the most perfect women of the world... but his ego wasn't excepting her to be his wife. Kriti saw Varun, she was more happy as her husband was really handsome and adorable. She sat beside him and gave a warm smile but Varun gave a cold smile and looked away which made her feel bad.
The priest started chanting prayers, mantras and did his formalities, rituals, sacrifices... He asked Varun to put sindoor on her head. He was about to put it on her fofehead, out of the blue many bullet started showering in the mandap. Varun took out his gun which he had kept inside his chaddi. He started firring on them, while saying, "You're all fired!" and guards came running.

They even started killing the opponent. Kriti was in shock she wasn't knowing what to do? She was standing still, Varun was protecting her by standing in front of her.
"You! Go to a safe place," Varun said pointing Kriti.
Kriti followed his words, and while she was going, a familiar voice's shout then she heard suddenly. She turned back and found her father to be lying on the floor, bullet pierced through his heart. Her mother kneeled down and touched the blood coming out from the wound, her eyes were wet. She wasn't able to believe it, believe that her husband died so early, even he wasn't retired yet! Another bullet came flying and pierced inside her head.
"Mummmmaaaaaa!" Kriti shrieked and started running towards them, but then suddenly Varun held her hand.
"Are you crazy? You stay here with me," he shouted. Kriti was in state of shock she fell down on floor, on her knees, and started crying. Tears of blood escaped from her eyes.

After the opponents (no villains) were dead Kriti went near her parents' dead bodies and started crying hard like mad.

After the dead bodies were all taken, everyone then came to the hall and stood there in daze, some shocked and scared. Kriti rushed inside her changing room. She was sobbing there, she wasn't having her parents anymore, they were now dead, completely gone... gone... gone from this world...

Gone... dead... completely gone...

On the other hand, Varun's bigger cousin brother announced, "Attention! Every thing that happened was disastrous... but we need to move on. We shouldn't think about it too much that we slip into depression. Look at me, I even lost my parents on my marriage day but the marriage didn't stop. So I think that the rituals should be followed and the marriage should carry on." Everyone started shouting and asked him to continue, he asked one of the maid to go and bring Kriti.
She went inside the room where Kriti was and said, "Memsahab! Sir is calling you for the marriage. They still want marriage to carry on."

"How can someone be so heartless?! They still want marriage to continue?!" she yelled. "Can't they... they understand what I–I am going through?!" *sob* *sob*

"I am not going to marry with him ever, go and tell them!!"

The maid went and said them her message. Varun got very angry and stormed into her room. He found her sitting in the balcony, sobbing. He was stopped when he looked at her but than his ego stepped in. He pulled her harshly and took her to the mandap. She was trying to get rid of him and run away from the marriage but he was stronger enough to hold her. The priest asked him to put sindoor but he refused to put. He rashly just put mangalsutra on her neck and hurriedly took seven rounds, and then left imedeatly after the craps/shits/duangs was over, he left Kriti alone as she kept on crying there and no one came to help her with the situation she just went through.

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Flashback ended like that... *sob* *sob* *sniffle*

Varun was getting depressed every time he thought about... about her and about that incident. So he thought of going outside to get some fresh air.

He walked out to his big orchard, his mind was recollecting all the moments with Kriti here and there...

He reached the palace's back gate... He tried to divert his mind by watching the sky, the lovely trees, the beautiful flowers, and the gorgeous Kriti. Wait a minute! Kriti! She is dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Am I dreaming or something? Drunk?

He looked again to check whether it was Kriti or not, there was no one there... ghost? No, rather he was just thinking too much about her...

He came back to palace and saw that the decorations were ready, it was totally like if it was his and Kriti's wedding today.

"So... did you like it?" asked Tania who was standing at back.

"Yeah!" That's all he said and started to move.

"Will you mind, if I ask your help for the shopping?" she asked, which made Varun stop walking. He stood there, dazed.

After taking lots of time to decide, Varun agreed to go. They went for the shopping in the streets of Rajasthan, and Tania always takes a lot of time for it. Varun was not at all interested to be there, he looked around and saw Kriti. Not again! Am I getting mad? Is she Kriti? ... or maybe a ghost?