All the heavenly costumes and sarees were bought down to the hall and thrown down in the centre of the house where the ceiling is open rectangularly from where the house splits into multiple wings. The jwellery were thrown down roughly as the beads and diamonds spilled out. The paintings were thrown down with their family pictures.
His lapdogs were committed to the work that was ordered to them and broke all those items that were precious to them.
Every one were present there where Yamini, Meera and Samira stood to a side together while Asha stood diagonally opposite to them. Reaching to the centre Arnav poured the kerosene swirling it around all the materials and Yamini looked at them with intense affection to the material things as if they meant to her a lot which is ofcourse true as those were the jwellery which were handed down to the new generations by their ancestors. She tried her best to stop them from doing but they were brutally thrown on the ground.
Taking out lighter from his pocket snapping it open he set it on fire and the gold pattu sarees, jwellery, photo frames began to burn and growing into flames by each passing minute. The fire burnt all their fine clothes and ancestral jwellery as Yamini looked at them in loss as tears swirled in their eyes for nth time. Those were precious items for her. The daily grand sarees she wore for high social class functions burnt with flickering sound. Her daily wear sarees which worths lakhs were being burnt as well along with their jwellery as well. Basically with the amount of things being burnt she doesn't have anything to wear for next day.
Looking up she glared at him when he sticked a cigarette between his lips and lit it with the same lighter. Taking a whiff he released out the smoke with his head tilted a little bit up.
Dropping his head down he took an another whiff as he looked at her before blowing out the smoke.
Just a few minutes flash back reminded her his brutality as she dropped her gaze watching them burn in the fire.
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"And you Mrs. Rathore. The honour of this home will be my personal slave from now on, servicing my special needs and comforts, in my bedroom ".
Her eyes widen as she gaped at him listening to such words which she didn't deserve.
"THE HELL YOU WON'T".
Shouted Yamini as Aasha flinched and he turned his heels looking at her amused. His coolness is angering her for every second. Him being calm with a hint of unseen smile plastered on his face irked her up. And the fact that he just spoke about the daughter in law of this house angered her more.
It is not about Yamini's courtesy for Aasha. But it is that Aasha is a daughter in law of the house she doesn't want a mark on their family, reputation. Basically Aasha was just an asset, accessory and breeder. She doesn't want the accessory of her family to have a dirty mark on her which spoils the reputation and purity of their ancestral line. They were known for being very traditional, conservative and old system. They just bought her to breed a heir and show case her as their daughter in law who had such great looks. And today a filthy man she considers him from his childhood was talking something rubbish. He is saying that he will consume her? The wife of his dear son. What belong to her son will always be his wether he is alive or dead.
"And why can't I"?
He asked as he took a little step near to her as she pointed at him as she screamed.
"Have some shame. She is someone's wife. My son's wife. Don't you even dare to touch her".
His eyes shone with mischief as he walked to her but just then a bell rang as his attention shifted to the ring.
A bunch of people entered into the house and their gaze rested on him waiting for his orders.
"Empty the house except for kitchen. Bring down all valuable items. Clothes, accessories, any show case item, anything. Bring them all down and break it into fine powder".
" No. We don't allow it. This is our house". Yelled Yamini and he raised a brow at her.
" Now this is my house Ms. Yamini. I don't tolerate calling something mine as yours or some others".
" You only own 85%". She reminded him.
" And that remaining 15% neither belongs to you".
He bursted her hopeful assumption. A doubt raised in her thinking if he has capability to loot 85% then why not 15%? Where could be that 15%? Who owns it?
" Then who owns that 15%"? She asked him greedily. A wicked smile played on his lips as he whispered to her.
"Someone who are close to you".
He lowly husked as she looked to her sides at her sister Meera and her daughter Samira. And then her eyes caught Aasha who was standing straight half hiding behind the pillar looking down at nothing. Yamini's eyes stuck at her for a while before she shook her head shrugging it. His son wasn't that stupid..... Atleast he didn't got time to write his property on her as they were not yet married and he was dead as soon as he was married.
But what could 15% would do against 85%. Even if she want to sell it there should be consent on his side as well for which she knows he will never give.
He knows he came here to torture them. Particularly her.
Soon loud crashing sounds were heard as large furniture is being moved out. But that wasn't the part where it made crashing sound. Their wide eyes moved with the direction where the doors are being taken out by their men. The doors are super huge than then as they were carried by two to four people.
In the hall where there was a huge wall size furniture piece with a sun design was pulled out as they were being carried out.
"WAIT. WHAT YOU PEOPLE ARE DOING? PUT THEM BACK! PUT THEM BACK! I SAID PUT THEM BACK"!!!
She shouted at them as she strided towards the carrying men but they simply dodged her and she had no choice but give them way afraid that the furniture might strike her. Just then Samira backed her mother as they looked them carrying away their things and furniture.
More people barged in as they started to take things away while there are few who are examining and taking measurements of the house. Yamini, Samira and Meera looked around clueless while Asha sticked to the pillar looking around at them. .
Momentarily his eyes moved to her as she was looking here and there clueless. Suddenly her eyes locked up with his and like a scaredy cat her body flinched as she tried to cover back more into the pillar as his eyes glared at her. After listening what he just said she was so afraid. But the fact that her mother in law took a stand for her purred her heart internally. However, she felt his words as an empty threat as he left her when Yamini spoke against him. And on the basis of argumentative between them the knowledge she gained is he is someone to her. Probably relative or son. And no one could do such vile things to a widow. Atleast not to the wife of his brother
It would be so wrong to say that she never came into his mind. She was all beauty in that bridal attire and he has that crying miserable bride pasted in his mind. He very much liked it. She looked so innocent and like a selfish and desired person she looked tempting for him. So good to ruin her.
At first she wasn't in his plan. She wasn't even in his screen. But the tempting and forbidden attraction for her, he decided to put her in his plan. She looked like an innocent rabbit who needs to be played. And like a cunning fox he is so ready to take her.
"What are they doing in my house"?
Yamini's voice bought him out of trance as he looked at her.
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