Chapter 1. The news

                                    

                                          
Jhanvi 
"No, I'm not getting married to a fucking random man that I've never met! This isn't your 90s where arranged marriage was ok and besides-" my sentence was stopped by my dad slapping me, tears were about to come from my eyes, I didn't look up, my eyes kept staring at the ground as my hand's formed into a fist, it wasn't the first time he slapped me but how dare he.
"Jhanvi Gupta you're not a kid anymore to be arguing with your father like this, you're getting married to that man tomorrow and that's final" he said taking a few steps back from me, I bit my inner lip, trying to hold my anger in, I'm not a kid but you sure are immature. 
I looked at him with teary eyes, I was holding back my urge to cry, I was invited to my parent's house after years to have a cup of tea and a little chat with them since they "missed" me, and when I came here they broke the news to me about me getting married to a random man just cause they think I'm too old to be unmarried, I've left this house years ago and now they suddenly care about me, weird isn't it?.
Years ago they threw me out of this same house saying they didn't claim me as their daughter and now they want this "daughter" of theirs to get married, obviously it wasn't for me it was for them, this selfish bastard thinks he can plan how my life will go, he thinks wrong, the second I was thrown out of this house I wasn't their daughter no more I was a stranger to them and so were they, he has forced me since I was a child and he thinks he can do the same? Does he think I'm still as stupid as I was a child to let him control my life?
"You can't fucking control my life-" I was interrupted by his yelling at my face
"You're fucking getting married to that man" he yelled before pulling his gun out of his pocket and pointing it at my head, my eyes wide open from his sudden move towards me.
It wasn't the first time I'd seen a gun but it was the first time he was threatening me to do something that he wanted this badly, does he think I'll get scared of this tiny ass gun? Did he forget I grew up in this damn house where people were killed, tortured, and brutally murdered in front of my eyes, I heard those poor innocent people's screams, they begged for mercy, they were hopeless and tried to run away from this monster but at the end of the day they were killed by him just cause he needed their property, he thinks I'd get scared of him as I used to? Who was he again? An underground Don? My foot.
"What if I don't? What are you gonna do? Shoot me?" I said in a low voice, my words were said slowly one after the other, he may kill me but he won't get what he wants, not this time, and even if he kills me then he'll have no one else to marry that dude that he was talking about, and I believe that he has already said yes to the dude that I'll
marry him, knowing him he did, he took a few steps closer to me with a smile on his face, his smile always irritated me. 
"Right, you're not scared of me are you little piece of shit?" he said grabbing my chin with his hand, while the other held the gun at my head, I tried getting out of his grip, it was painful, his fingers tightened around my chin as my jaw clenched, I was at the point where I was about to cry
Amaya came with me for some support even after I told her not to come. She had stood behind me the whole time, and she came trying to get my chin out of his hands, fuck, it was painful but I didn't want to cry and seem hopeless like I'd always been in front of him, it'll be different this time, I'll win against him, taking a deep breath I grabbed his hand with both of my hands and pushed him away, Amaya placed herself in front of me as if she was trying to protect me