Only Kindness She Found!
“The Cold Treatment which I don't deserve.”
Siya’s footsteps echoed through the long, quiet halls of the mansion. The house was grand, designed with intricate gold detailing and marble floors that shimmered under the chandelier lights. But despite its beauty, it felt unbearably cold.
Servants moved around the house, casting curious glances at her but keeping their expressions neutral. They were trained to follow orders, and right now, Siya had no place in the Rathore household’s hierarchy.
As Siya passed through the living room, she heard whispers—low murmurs from Virat’s relatives.
👩🦳: How embarrassing. A bride swap? What a disgrace.
👵: She doesn’t belong here.
Siya ignored them. She had spent her whole life being overlooked in favour of Sanaya, she had learned how to stay quiet, how to hide her pain behind a composed face.
Virat was nowhere to be seen. She knew he had disappeared into his study, avoiding any further confrontation.
Rama
(A maid hesitantly approached Siya)
Rama
Madam… should I show you to your room?
Siya gave her a small nod.
The maid led her down the hallway and stopped in front of a large, ornately carved door. Siya’s throat went dry. Their bedroom.
She stepped inside hesitantly.
The room was the same as the night before, lavish, luxurious, but emotionally void. The bed, still decorated with scattered rose petals, felt mocking. Siya exhaled slowly, trying to suppress the ache in her chest.
Virat Rathore (ML)
“You will never be my wife.”
Virat’s words from last night rang in her ears. She sighed, rubbing her temple.
Just as she placed her bag down, the door opened with a loud bang.
Virat stood there, his face blank but his tone laced with irritation.
Virat Rathore (ML)
What are you doing here? ❄️
Siya Mehta (FL)
The maid brought me here.
Virat Rathore (ML)
This is my room. ❄️
Siya Mehta (FL)
(Siya frowned) I… I know.
Virat let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair.
Virat Rathore (ML)
Listen to me carefully, Siya. You may be here because of circumstances, but don’t expect me to share my space with you. ❄️
Siya Mehta (FL)
Then where should I stay? (she asked, her voice steady)
Virat stared at her for a moment before smirking coldly.
Virat Rathore (ML)
You wanted this marriage, didn’t you? Then figure it out yourself.
Siya swallowed hard, but she didn’t let him see how much his words hurt. Instead, she nodded.
She turned and walked past him, leaving the room.
She had no idea where she was going.
Siya wandered through the halls until she reached a smaller guest room at the far end of the mansion. It was simple, nothing like Virat’s grand bedroom, but it was enough.
As she was about to step inside, a soft voice called her.
Siya turned to see the same maid from earlier.
Rama
(The woman hesitated before speaking again)
Rama
I… I have prepared tea for you. I thought you might need it.
Siya’s throat tightened. In this entire house, where everyone had looked at her with disgust, this was the first act of kindness she had received.
Siya Mehta (FL)
(She took the cup, her hands slightly trembling)
Siya Mehta (FL)
Thank you… what’s your name?
Rama
(The maid looked startled, as if no one had ever asked her that before)
Siya Mehta (FL)
(Siya gave her a small, grateful smile)
Siya Mehta (FL)
Thank you, Rama. You don’t know how much this means to me.
Rama
(Rama hesitated before softly saying)
Rama
You are the lady of the house, madam. No matter what anyone says, you are Virat sir’s wife.
Siya felt a lump in her throat. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
But one thing was certain if she was going to survive in this house, she would have to fight for herself.
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