Days passed.
Each day brought another new ritual, a happy tradition of the impending marriage.
Each day innumerable media flashes made their way to the marriage of the great Mr.Rushaan Amogh.
Kruthi, as a manager, did every work allotted to her given by her boss. Rushaan never left a chance to make her irritated, broken. Maybe to imitate a reaction out of her.
But how could you bring out a reaction from someone who already has given up on you long ago? She didn't care now. Do what he may. Sometimes she'd leave excusing herself with an urgent work. Rushaan always felt ease. She was jealous, he thought. But still a guilt gnawed at him.
He still couldn't understand why he was obliged to follow what Kruthi wanted. His evils though consumed him, but beneath that was a darker feeling which he himself never realised, even though he wanted to.
The marriage day arrived soon.
The most luxurious banquet of all was booked for the marriage of superstar Raj Amogh. --"The chandeliers"
Unlike the name, the hall was filled of different yet beautifully elegant chandeliers. The hall was in vintage theme. Lily, roses, marigold, sunflower- many flowers accentuated the beauty of the hall. There was the bride, cladded in red lehanga, and the groom in white and red sherwani.
It was a happy, very happy moment. Auspicious too.
Until the media suddenly stopped taking his shots.
Rushaan's eyes turned confused, his bride held the hand unaware of what was to come.
And there was Tara, lead by Kruthi.
"A very very happy marriage to my boss and his wife to be, or should I say- a new quest? Everyone gives gifts to the married couple after marriage, but here I am giving my gift in advance."
She looked at the media who were engrossed in checking their phones.
"Well, nothing much boss, I just revealed all your dirty sins. From the past five days I have been searching for evidence against you, and oh god how hard it was to do that along with this all marriage work. Years back you blamed Tara, called her characterless and jealous. What now Mr. Rushaan Amogh?" Kruthi raised her eyebrow to Rushaan knowingly, slyly, waiting for him to speak.
"Mr.Rushaan Amogh, goes on playing with women just for fun. The great superstar's relaxing hobby isn't doing yoga or gym but instead having one-night stands. Infact he maintains a file for that, his all exes and one-night standees, so if in any case someone gets pregnant with his child accidently, he can verify if that's him or not. And not only this, Mr.Rushaan Amogh has destroyed lives of many budding actresses because they seemed a threat to him, overshadowed him in the movies and hurted his sensitive fragile ego" Kruthi said with a smirk, mockingly while looking at Rushaan, making sure media hears what she said. "The evidence is in front of everyone."
Tara despite her trauma, begin to speak, leaving no doubt of the past.
While media started to question Rushaan Amogh, a man between them questioned Kruthi.
"Ma'am who is this supposed guy in black, who is killing someone so brutally? is this also Rushaan Amogh?"
Kill? guy in black?
She checked the video footage, and indeed there was one. A man dressed in all black, his face hidden, killing a man brutally. In the video was a dark basement. A lifeless man tied on a wooden chair, his body painted with blood by the fresh wounds, as if given to him everyday. And a man, with a gun, pointing inside his mouth ready to torture him more.
"N..no, I don't know him or this video. But from the built of this man it is sure its not Rushaan Amogh" She said with trembling hands. How did the video get there? the question repeated in her mind.
"What is the evidence its not Mr.Rushaan Amogh?" Another reporter asked.
"Because the face it hidden" Suddenly a deep voice from the family said.
Vivaan Malhotra.
Maternal cousin of Rushaan Amogh, and CEO of the biggest entertainment company Svidevzalia's corp, where Rushaan himself worked. It was rare to see Vivaan speak in family matters.
A 185 cm tall guy, tanned in skin tone. Well-built and muscular with neatly mild beard which didn't affect his handsome features whether he shaved or not. Dressed in a navy blue and white formal sherwani, he was indeed the centre of attention. Throughout the marriage events of Rushaan, the elder women of family were also searching a suitable bride for Vivaan.
"y-yes" Kruthi nodded staring at him. Who was he? she didn't know him. Rushaan never mentioned him nor did anyone else. However, his statement was valid enough to shut the media's questions.
Gossips
Whispers
The hall buzzed with the sudden change in the atmosphere. However, despite this all Ayesha khandelwal married him. To maintain the reputation of her family and Rushaan, because anywhich way, a dumb thought occured to him. Maybe he is mean, but not worst. Instead of girlfriend, he made her his wife, perhaps she was important to him.
The marriage proceeded successfully, but Rushaan's reputation was tarnished.
Where people gave pride on his name, were now disgusted.
Where the great Rushaan Amogh, received popularity for his work, was now getting popularity for his sins.
But that mysterious video nagged Kruthi even while she was driving to return to her home.
Who was that guy?
why that video was there?
she remembered from where she had gathered evidences.
The file she found at the office, the people who knew Rushaan, the recordings from nearby cameras where Rushaan often visited, and lastly from getting his account hacked by her friend to whom she paid, in a determination to find all evidences.
His phone...but why was the video there?
Her mind was bombarding with the thoughts.
When suddenly,
She felt a hand from back, pressing a cloth on her mouth.
Her hands lost the steering wheel of car.
she tried to resist, to shout.
but failed and soon fainted.
When she opened her eyes, she was in the same basement in that of the video.
Tied, and there was the man dressed in black himself.
Her eyes widened in shock, extreme shock.
she was kidnapped by....him.