Bhoomi

Bhoomi Episode 1 – 2

✨✨Bhoomi✨✨
{His vengeful wife..}
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

*( An Indian rom-nce story)*

©Biba writes.

🍀CHAPTER ONE🍀

FIVE YEARS LATER🍀🍀🍀

ADIL’S POV🍀.
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“Since you have failed to get married, i will get you a wife” Mr Singh my father protested.

I don’t know why he derives joy from pestering my life.

If i want to be married, i will.

What if i don’t marry at all, its nothing right????.

“Father, i haven’t found the woman i saw five years ago at the market place five years ago, she is the only woman i want to marry, even if i would marry’ i said and father stroke his beards.

“Is she the only woman in the world??, how can you go crazy over a stupid girl you met at the market place??, what kind of son do i have??, you are the Singh’s heir and you certainly need a wife…” he said for the one hundredth time.

“Father i will get married…” i said.

“Nonsense, i am getting you a wife right away!!!” he barked.

“Namaste 🙏” i said with a bow and went down stairs.

**

“Adil son, what is it, its your father again right???” Mama said with concern.

“Its the same story, maama, can’t a man live without a woman???” i said staring at the reds between her hairlines.

She shook her head in disappointment with a smile on her l-ips.

“Look son, as a Singh, you are supposed to get married. You are his first son and you are to inherit his wealth, you need a woman in your life Adil, just find one..” she said rubbing her hands on my face.

For Shiva’s sake i am Thirty-six years, can’t i choose the life i wanna live.

“But you know mama, i still haven’t found Bhoomi, she is the only one i love mama..” i said

“But you don’t even know her, and you said she was a sweet seller in the market place right, how sure are you that her name is Bhoomi???”

“I feel it maama, i just wish i could find her…”

“Its been five years Adil, find a new woman what if she has gotten married already???” Maama said and my heart skipped a beat.

What if she really married😱😱

No , she was hærdly sixteen when i saw her.

I just hope she isn’t married.

Bhoomi, anywhere you are, please show me your beautiful face once more.

Where are you???.

BHOOMI’S POV✨.

I walked tirelessly

Five more sweets to go.

Someone should buy.

Maama is waiting for me.

Just then some men standing in near signaled me to come.

My heart leapt for joy😀

**

“How much for the sweets”

“5 rupees per sweets sir” i said to the black suited man in glasses.

“Give me all and I’ll get you 50 rupees..” he said and i smiled happily as i emptied the tray of sweets.

“Here sir..” i gave him.

He kinda brought back a memory of what happened five years ago.

The handsome young man who gave me 200 rupees turned out to be the man that participated in killing my father..

I will never forgive him.

And i promise to avenge my father.

I quickly rushed home.

Mr Singh’s man pov:

“📱We found a pretty one in the market place, she sells sweets.

“📱Good, i want you to follow her and track her location…”
“📱Yes sir’

******

THE NEXT DAY🎄

BHOOMI’S POV,✨

I came back from my hawking and found some men in the house.

They were putting on suits😱😱

What are they doing here.

” What are you doing here, get out of our house…” i scre-med angrily.

they have no right to step into our house.

‘i am talking to you ‘ i scre-med again.

“Bhoomi , please stop…” Maama wailed.

What??

Why would she tell me to stop???

“Maama, what are they doing here…??, did they try to kill you..” i asked eyeing them badly.

I hate men in suits ever since my Papaa was killed.

Why are people so cruel??.

“Teach your pretty daughter some manners Rohi…” one of the men said and i gnashed my teeth in anger.

Soon they left.

I just don’t get it.

Why are they coming to our house???.

What did we ever do to them???.

“Maama, why are this men coming to or house???”

“Bhoomi, please forgive me…” she said bursting into tears.

My heart jumped to my throat.

Why will maama ask for my forgiveness??.

She has never offended me why asking for forgiveness???.

“Maama, what is it..” i said cleaning her tears with my Sari.

“I..Bhoomi…y..you are getting married to the son of these men’s son…” she said and i almost scre-med.

“Noo maama…., they maid you cry..” i said in disbelief.

“Your father borrowed to much and was unable to pay…that’s why they killled him Bhoomi..” she said crying.

“Maama, why are you telling me all this right now???” i said crying.

I don’t understand.

“You are getting married to Mr Singh’s son to cover up for the debt…”

✨✨Bhoomi✨✨
{His Vengeful wife}
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

*(An Indian rom-nce story)*

©Biba writes

🍀CHAPTER TWO🍀🍀.

BHOOMI’S POV🔥.
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“No maama, it can’t be… i can’t get married to the man that helped in killing my father, no Maama…” i wailed shaking my head.

It can’t be, I can’t get married to that devil.

Never!!!.

“Bhoomi, do this for your father, do it for me…( grabs my hands ), if you don’t he will take away our house Bhoomi, he will make like a living hell to us,…Bhoomi please…” she said in tears weakly.

Why did Papaa ever borrow money from Mr Singh??.

We could have lived in rags than to borrow and die for it.

I cried profusely while maama consoled me.

“You are to leave at night, his men are coming to get you….” She said and i cried the more.

“I love you Maama, i don’t want to be far away from you… maama..” i cried.

**

I stood in front of our broken mirror as Maama wore me my best saris.

She slid some bangles on my hands and plaited my hair in one braid.

“Be a good wife Bhoomi.., Never oppose your husband..” she said.

I was feeling so nervous.

“I love you Maama..”

“I love you Bhoomi…”

Rohi’s POV💧.
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I k-ssed my daughter’s hair and hugged her tightly.

I am so going to miss her.

I know you are all wondering but there’s nothing i can do.

Just then a honk was set aloud as an alert to bring her out.

**

“Maama, maaama…” Bhoomi cried as we placed our hands together as the tinted gas was our barrier.

I felt like a part of me was being torn away.

My only child was now a forced bride.

I just pray she lives a happy life in the mansion.

I love my daughter very much and i want her to have the best in life.

Mr Singh is a devil!!.

“Rohi , you are looking pretty today, you see happy seeing your only child taken away..” He said stroking his beards.

“I am grateful and i will pray to Shiva to keep my child safe” I said confidently.

“We shall see Rohi, we shall see..”he said before walking towards his car together with his bodyguards.

I just hope my child will be safe.

PRIYANKA’S POV🎀.
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I changed into a new Sari.

The first was royal blue and this one is Maroon.

It had a golden embroidery at the endings which made it super beautiful.

I picked up the mirror and swayed my h¡ps outta my room.

**

“Hi dear Adil, you look worried today, what happened??…”

“Paapa is getting me a wife today Priyanka, why should i be happy??”

“Because you are to be a handsome new groom!!!” i said
“You won’t understand priyanka, i’m doomed…”

“You are not..”

Just then Dalu, our baby brother scre-med.

“Yay, Brother Adil’s wife is here, yay!!!”

We both looked at the ourselves.

BHOOMI’S POV🔥.
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The driver stopped in front of a beautiful mansion.

Very big and large!

So Mr Singh is really rich.

The door was open and i drove in.

**

A beautiful middle aged woman came hugging me.

She was putting on an expensive Sari.

Her hair in a low bun, makeup and expensive jewelries.

“Welcome my child, welcome to the Singh Mansion…” she said in a motherly manner while i ignored her admiring the beautiful interiors of the mansion.

I feel so bad right now..

I’m feeling sad.

How can i get married to the man who had a hand in killing my father.

And this woman here is being nice.

“Come here let me get you some clothes, go change….” she said and some maids took me away.

**

I stared at my reflection on the mirror.

Is this my fate.

I stared at the sharp shiny objects on the floor

Waiiit.

I promised to avenge my father by killing those who killed him right??.

This marriage is a blessing afterall.

‘You will be so sorry to ever get married to me Mr Singh’s son…”

“Why will i regret it???” i heard and i turned around.
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TBC….

I dont wanna hear anything like Bhoomi killed Adil oo.

So the marriage is a perfect way to revenge….

Stay tuned

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