A/N: This is NOT END.. Bonus Chapters will be starting after my lazy mind starts working,

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(The picture below is my dream wedding look) *sigh*

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👰 Bride: 0 🤵: Groom 1

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3 months later,

India, Private Resort,

: Bridal Room

"Pass me the pins"

"That's enough sweets for you Bunty, go out and play"

"I bought this saree from midnight sale in Kerala.. nice right? "

"Roma.. pass me the lipstick.. don't spoil my eyeliner"

The room was bustling with different people going in and out of the room. Low murmurs filled the festive pleasant vibes in the air. Elders busy in giving directions to the younger generation, kids hiding behind walls or their mothers playing hide and seek, or many just clearly frustrated with themselves and their new clothes or fashion sense. "do it properly" "this eyebrow is not in shape" "put these garlands somewhere else" "No. No .. kids don't play here, go out"

In middle of the room seated in front of largest mirror in the room was the bride comfortably in her cushioned chair making faces as different peoples played with her hairs and face. A look of pure torture on her slowly changing face but she was already nervous from inside to notice anything around her.

Her dark wild curls straightened and put in a low tight bun pined with God knows how many pins and covered with small flowers. Gold heavy earings, a larger nose ring dangling till her red lips, heavy gold bangles dancing in her wrists even her forehead, neck and waist wasn't left bare without any accessories. She was worshipped and adorned like a goddess herself. Artistic makeup done on her face starting from the beautiful kumkum design on her curve of her eyes meeting between her forehead joined by red bindi.

Pinning the red veil on her head the make-up artist heaved sigh of relief. "You are ready. " The make up artist clapped her hands. Dressed in all red silk saree and golden blouse, Saanvi raised her lashes to look inside her reflection and was left in awe. How can, I, a roadside girl look so beautiful? Saanvi you lucky bitch. Hehe ..

She smiled shyly feeling the gazes of others suddenly turned to look at her. Her attention was soon diverted seeing reflection of her five year old nephew, running in her direction with his chubby body holding her cellphone.

She smiled looking back at the make up artist "Please get freshen up now."

They muttered a tired 'yes' and left her alone.

Grinning with anticipation Saanvi quickly pulled her nephew in her lap and whispered quietly "You got the photo?"

The boy's face turned sad as he replied back in his cute innocent voice "Sorry Pishi (aunt), photos were not allowed.. I tried, promise, but then Papa offered me chocolate."

Then the boy showed his dirty teeths smuged in already eaten chocolate.

Saanvi's face fell upset. She snatched her phone from his hands.

What a waste of resources, not even a little boy is allowed to snap her husband's photo in his groom outfit.

"My money" the boy extended his hand in excitement and Saanvi unhappily pushed 10 rupees note on his open palm before pushing him back on his feets uncaring.

"You failed to get photo of your Pishe (uncle), so I am cutting your 10 rupees from 20 rupees. Now shoo.. little kid "

"What-t? No way Pishi, that's cheating. ..Cheating.. uwuu.. Pishi is bad..uwuu" his big shining eyes filled with unushered tears as he started throwing trantums and Saanvi almost wanted to melt but then she remembered how cunning her nephew is and acting harmless is one of his qualities.

For a little boy he is way smarter than adults.

"5 rupee coin. .. take it or I'll call your Mom and complain about all your wrong doings." She threatened the small boy.

"Pishi bad" sticking out his tongue the little boy snatched the shining round coin from his auntie's fingers and runaway as fast as could before facing her wrath.

Saanvi with little disappointment tuned back to face her image inside the large mirror. Instantly her eyes lit up in admiration. No wonder every girl always glowed not any other day but especially in her wedding attire.

Caressing her wedding ring along with her engagement ring she lost in thoughts of her tall, intimidating and charming husband and his doting towards her. A lucky bitch indeed. She hummed to herself.

Memories of fateful day still fresh in her mind when finally she got the long craved blessings of her parents, along with their hard earned suprised liking for Andres.

She smiled subconsciously recalling the tricks pulled by Andres Angelo to make her parents hurriedly came to meet her leaving their grudges and anger for her behind them.

That infrauting man! She should have left him when he dared to play with her again but, he was so sincere. His confession blew her away.

At same hospital,

London,

One of the Bodyguard's bluetooth beeped and he replied in his deep stiff voice to Andres "Yes Boss"

Then he went quite before both the personal guards turned to look at her reporting "Big Boss is coming back with a.. guest."

Guest?

Confused Saanvi mumbled to them slowly "Who?"

They shook their heads in sync "We also don't know, Lady Boss."

Saanvi stayed silent looking at the entrance, waiting. It wasn't long before her questions were answered in a horrific way.

Loud, hurried footsteps entered inside her room with familiar loud voice of none other than her father.

"SAANVI!!!!"

He stopped and looked around before his eyes landed on her and "Papa" she stumbled to sit properly on her bed with support. Seconds before entered behind him, her husband, Andres Angelo.

For second time in a day, she was standing again in door of fear of near death. And the reason was solely one: her husband.

"Saanvi, daughter!" Tired, wrinkled deep brown eyes of Mr. quickly identified his daughter sitting in front of him in hospital pajama. With determined steps he walked towards her ,his mind not registering the fear lingering all over her trembling body.

"Papa" Saanvi's mouth opened and closed.. with increasing anxiety suddenly spiking high in her body she stumbled to get out of the bed, a look of betrayal masking her expressions as she looked from her father to her so called husband. He did this again. Tricked me.

Men cannot be trusted. Haven't I already told him everything about me.

A sudden twitching in her chest stabbed her complicated feelings. Negative thoughts invaded her senses slowly and painfully. She wanted to runaway. Quickly. To be left alone.

Unaware of her daughter's fleeing thoughts and fear Mr. Roy with tired face and lost expressions stepped forward to stand in front of her suddenly unmoving daughter whose eyes refused to look away from her husband.

"Saanvi.. my daughter, your mother..!!" His voice trembled and suddenly he sat beside beside her on bed losing all his energies holding his head between his palms.

She was surprised and could only watch Andres walking towards him with unreadable expressions. Her eyes followed his tall figure, from his disheveled hairs to his loosened tie and rolled sleeves of his shirt and her father who held his head reflecting haggerd look. Worry clearly shown in his behaviour. He wasn't screaming at her profirtnities. Demanding her to go with him immediately. He was just sitting beside her quietly in fatigue.

Andres looked down at his wife a conflicting form on his actions as he tried to reach out to her but retreated at last second.

"What's happening? " In a small voice she questioned the man who finally reached out to pat her hairs barely touching her head.

"Come with me." He spoke in serious voice.

Mr. Roy heard the two and finally looked up from his hands, his face suddenly looking more older and wrinkled. "Your mother wants to meet you, Saanvi. Go to her." He urged his daughter then looked away closing his eyes.

Andres assisted his confused lost looking wife who started fidgeting on her legs, many questions brewing in her eyes but she kept mum.

"Shh..just come with me." Andres smiled at her but Saanvi could tell it wasn't one of his usual breathtaking smiles he used to pass ,only to her. He was hiding something and this scared her more from inside.

Getting on her feets she anxiously followed her husband who placed his hand tightly on her shoulder, his jaw clenched with permanent frown on his thick eyebrows but he did nothing but sticking beside her not intention of leaving her alone.

Soon they stopped outside a closed hospital door. Saanvi was about to push open the door and enter but was tugged outside by Andres whose cold handsome face was clenched except his touch which was careful as he took hold of her both hands in his.

He bent his head down to look at her face with his dark grey hovering over as he carefully started speaking "You cannot cry. My wife is made to cause trouble and cared by me. Do you understand this?"

Saanvi for unknown reasons feeling like a spoiled child nodded without thinking. Yes. Yes. I should cause more troubles for him.

Andres moved up her hands to his thin warm lips, touching her knuckles tenderly as he looked up stirring her already beating heart for this man.

"Good. She needs you." He stepped back leaving her hands and she instantly missed his warmth. "Remember she is fine. Low blood and high heart rate. She is stronger than you can think. She is stable. She wants to meet you."

Her face was blank as she gulped and opened the door to enter. With little sound, the door opened alerting the older woman napping on the hospital bed of arrival of someone. IV drip connected to her hand. Her usually radiating face pale and tired. It wasn't until she spotted her younger daughter and her whole face lit up with happiness.

Her weak voice subconsciously called for her daughter with longing "Saanvi"

"Maa.." Saanvi froze in her place. Her fingers circled around her hospital pajama. She blinked finding impossibly hurt seeing her mother on this weak state lying helplessly on hospital bed. She hasn't signed up to see this when she dreamt to meet her parents again anytime soon in future.

"Maaa.." A deep sob left her throat and she quickly ran towards her opened arms jumping on her arms carefully before bursting in full noisy crying with tears wetting her whole face.

"Hushh.. I am fine shona.. don't cry..my daughter.."

Andres looked away. His chest heavy feeling upset seeing his treasured person breaking in front of him. He loved her happy giggles, her drunken clingy face, her naughty acts like child. But he cannot hide anything from her again, not she needed his protection everytime. She is stronger enough to get through anything on her own.

After the mother-daughter crying ended. Mrs. Roy's face sparkled finding Andres standing at the door.

"Come here son" She cheerfully called for him much to Saanvi's suprise. Has he told her anything?

Her gaze followed as he stepped forward and dutifully in front her mother and beside her.

"What's your name son?" She asked smiling widely.

Andres returned her warmth with small curve of his lips oblivious to his wife's continuous gaze on his staring at him "Andres Angelo."

She smiled lazily nodding "A nice name. If I can only get used it. She giggled imaging something and continued "Thankyou, son, for everything." She stole a longing glance at her sniffing daughter "For taking care of our travelling arrangements and saving my life. My husband gloated earlier about your kind actions. I was in so hurry and worried to meet Saanvi I completely ignored to take my medicines. How fool of me." She chuckled.

Andres unsure how to reply pressed his lips and reached to pat her hands awkwardly still not used to so much motherly affection from woman other than his mother "get well soon, ma'am"

"Aww.. Isn't he is is cute, Saanvi." Mrs. Roy laughed and Saanvi nodded involuntarily.

Suddenly she stopped in midway her face turned sour and serious as she questioned her daughter

"Where's your husband Saanvi? I haven't seen Viraj even once here. Is he even a good husband like he claimed to us? Where's that boy when he should be beside you taking care of you?"

Immediately the temperature around her husband dropped and his face darkened visibly and Saanvi shivered feeling his glare on her side.

: huh! Oh! (@)

: ಠಿ_ಠಿ *where is your husband, my wife?*

"Maa.. Andres is my husband not Viraj. I'm not married to Viraj but him"

The girl clumsily reached to hold her husband's arm panicking from looks of dangerous bloodlust on his face.

*Pin drop silence*

**CRASHHH!!!***

*Things breaking*

A loud crash followed by something falling on ground took everyone's attention on entrance.

And to her horror there at the door was standing her father.

Hey Durga ma... (๑•﹏•)

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(A/N:Durga ma is goddess who is worshipped in India)

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Later,

Saanvi like a kid ready for her punishment stared down at her both feets, her hands interwined in front of her and she did not dare to look at anyone in the room.

Dumb.

Dumb.

Girl.

How could you just blurt out the truth?

How dare you?

Now how should you make them, your parents accept my english husband huh? Where have you lost your brains.. in gutter or garbage?

She was struck. Completely struck without any sign of exist.

"You're looking fine. No injuries hmm.." Suspicious Mr. Roy pointed out suddenly realising the reason for their sudden visit in this foreign country without informing anyone in their home.

Saanvi panicked and didn't dare look into their eyes in fear. Why was she feeling she lied or something? How did they know about her accident. It was weeks back. Of course she is looking fit as some bloating pig.. or her so called liar husband will not stop bugging her.

Atleast she wasn't alone. Her husband still hasn't run for his life facing her parents death glares. Instead he is sticking beside her warming her heart.

He wanted to hold her hand in support but she pinched back of his hand to 'behave'. Facing her traditional family it would decrease his liking points in front of her parents.

"Are you doing good Saanvi.. any scars or anything..?" Mr. Roy raised his eyebrows suggestively. You have time daughter, come up clean.

"Her injuries healed. She was hospitalized for two weeks, light fracture on limbs, scratches on hands, her face..legs. Stomach...loss of weight..the bleeding wasn't severe.. her wounds were bandaged regularly by doctors.." Andres continued, handing the files of her accident case to her father and Saanvi cursed mentally for big mouth of her husband. He really wanted to kill me today.

But surprisingly it worked. The look of guilt and worry melted her stress. His words were affecting them. She just wanted their forgiveness at any cost.

Mrs. Roy's eyes misted with tears and she reached to hold Saanvi's hand emotionally "Are you fine now Shona? Forgive your parents for not there to protect you my child. We wanted to hate you but we couldn't as you're our own blood. We can only pity ourselves and think over the things we did wrong while taking care of you."

Saanvi shook her head reprocating her mother's feelings and quickly leaned down to peck her cheek asking for forgiveness "No. No. I am sorry Ma for running away and tarnishing our family's reputation. I deserve more bad punishments for that. And I got the punishment.. God showed me real face of Viraj. He wasn't a good man. He was just acting and wanted to marry me just to inherit his father's company but when he found another girl, he left me for her without hesitating."

Andres felt little uncomfortable hearing his wife's love confession for another man but detecting only pure hatred and anger towards the another man he calmed down.

Suddenly Mr. Roy started speaking too. His voice also laced with deep regret. "You did wrong Saanvi but we were too harsh on you and.. your sister. We tried to set you with wrong peoples as well. Banerjee and we were friends for so long but they cheated on us. Gambled us. We have already paid them 10 lakhs of dowry to set you up with their son Dev after you confessed to marry Viraj, but later they demanded for more to move forward with your sister when we proposed to exchange Molina with Dev instead of you. We obliged feeling ashamed of you. "

Her mother patted her husband's shoulder regretting and guilty "They were scammers. They set up two marriages for their son to get more money and when suddenly pandit ji informed the date of marriage is delayed and cannot be performed until next year.. they .." her voice trembled "They called our daughter "bad omen" a-a. ..I cannot even say the cursing they put up for our Molina. If we have married you there we cannot imagine the kind of treatment they must have provided you... We failed as parents.. shona.. and then came news of you meeting accident.. we cannot hold anymore not seeing you."

By the end, the whole family teared up and at last was the time for hard descision.

"You two children are married?" Sternly and little hesitant Mr. Roy looked between Saanvi and Andres.

Andres wasn't afraid as he stepped forward. His voice cold and sincere as he spoke "Yes. But I want to get married to your daughter again by traditional Indian wedding with your blessings. We need your permission, sir."

Mr. Roy face turned sour "Why? Aren't you two already married without my permission. Why again this drama? It doesn't matter if I decline or agree."