Devil for a husband. (brute husband series #1)

Way to Edinburgh!

The next morning Riyaan entered inside the house while stumbling. His head was aching like hell as if someone was hammering it hardly. Riyaan hiccuped moving towards the staircase.

" How was your night!!! ".... His father, Vihaan came walking towards Riyaan since he was trying to tip toe. " Let me see your face "

He roughly pulled his collar thus making Riyaan shake. His eyes were drowsy he could hardly stand. His father sided the collar and made a disgusting face.

Riyaan's neck was scratched badly. It doesn't end here though... He even had hickeys on his neck and chest. " Nisha look at your son! ".... He called for his wife pulling open Riyaan's shirt thus exposing his perfect torso but filled with scratches and hickeys.

However, he jerked off his father's hand and buttoned up his shirt. " Ohh why so hurry son. Let your dear mother see this ".... Vihaan tried to open the buttons again to which Riyaan pushed him back.

Just then Nisha came from behind and saved him from falling on the ground. " What is this Riyaan how dare you push your father! ".... She snarled with shock while he simply ignored her sentence.

" See him. See his face he have no guilt or tension. You wanted this spoilt scum bag to stay alone there in Dubai. What for!!! What for Nisha. ".... He mocked while she stood hanging her head low.

It was her decision to send him abroad in order to keep him away from evilness or bad activities. Little did they know that their son would practise unwanted habits there as well.

" He have spoiled our reputation in Dubai do you want him to do the same here ".... He shouted on top of his lungs.

" Ohh just shut up dad. My head is aching already don't increase it ".... Not even have he finished off his sentence then Riyaan arrogantly stated with attitude.

" What do you say??? "... Vihaan shot him a hard glare whilst he asked wanting to hear him again. " Repeat the sentence "

Riyaan was about to open his mouth when... SLAP!!!!!!! He was given a hard slap on the face that made him fall back of the stairs due to the force.

" Not again. Not again Riyaan! ".... He warned showing him his finger. " Just get out of my sight I don't want to see your face ".... And as he added, he thereafter dashed out of the house.

While his mother stood there stunned. She tried to touch his cheek, but he jerked her away and ran upward to his room. He opened the door with a bang that the painting on the adjacent wall fell down breaking into pieces.

Removing his shirt he entered inside his well equipped gym and like as usual he started pouring his anger and frustration on the poor punching bag.

The punching bag dropped down on the floor creating a loud noise. While he sat down on the couch panting hard staring at nothing in the air. The scene played again in his mind... He caressed his cheek where his father has slapped him.

Tears appeared in his eyes as he remembered the old days memories. His father... The great business man Vihaan Diwan never considered his own son ever capable of anything. It all began in the last year of his school life. The reason why he is like this.

Where once his father had visited his school to meet the principal. He by mistakenly fell on a girl, and she accused him of molesting her. Without listening his son, Vihaan slapped him in front of the whole school campus only for the sake of his stupid reputation. Inspite of knowing that he was the topper and a bright student he insulted him knowing the fact that it would create a negative image of him. After that incident his father always treated him with a sick attitude. Two days later he got to know from his mother that they are sending him Dubai for further studies. Riyaan cried, begged and requested his father not to send him away from them, but he didn't listen to his pleadings though. Ever since that day Riyaan pledged and decided that he would become a bad boy and do everything to insult his father. He determined that he would surely spoil his father's fake reputation.

" Riyaan open the door son. Open the door. ".... His mother knocked the door pulling him back to the present.

Neglecting her rather he removed a towel from the closet and went inside the wash room not paying heeds to his mother's words.

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After coming out he messaged his friend, Jai to meet him at their same old place.

He chose to wear a dull coloured T-shirt with black denims. Combing his hair with the fingers Riyaan kept his iPhone in the pocket and exited the room.

When he reached the stairs he found his mother preparing breakfast for him. " Huh finally you came. Sit down I'm preparing your breakfast ".... She said smiling towards him who was peeping inside the kitchen from the staircase now. " What are you doing there. Come sit here ".... Spoke she calling him on the dining table.

But to her dismay, Riyaan simply walked out of the door leaving her mother there shouting his name.

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At night,

10:30 pm...

Riyaan took off his helmet seeing towards his house... the lights were on. That was something rare to see. Eventually the lights would go off after ten in Diwan Villa for his father was a punctual man. But today, it's ten thirty now and still the lights were on.

He had this feeling, and he knew that something disastrous is going to happen to him. " Prepare yourself Riyaan ".... He encouraged his own self while making his way to the entrance of the house.

When he entered in he saw his parents sitting in the hall in silence. As Nisha upped her eyes, her facial expressions changed seeing Riyaan walk toward them with slow long steps.

Meanwhile, his father too turned around and found him approaching them instead, they realized Riyaan was moving straight to the stairs. " Come here we want to talk to you ".... Vihaan addressed to him not looking into his direction.

Riyaan sighed as his father seemed to be calm. He preferred to sit alone on the opposite couch. " What happened ".... He asked looking down not wanting to see his father. He finally looked up at his face, the very first thing that caught his attraction was the finger prints of his right fair cheek. He kind of felt bad for him, yet he maintained his stiffness. It was his love that has made him like this.

Or was it even!

" We have got a call from your grandfather. They want us to visit them. ".... He said with calmed face as made patterns on his phone's screen. " It is their 75th anniversary. They want each and every member of their family to attend this function.... Including you ".... He completed before Riyaan could refuse to go.

" And it's... it's final you are coming with us. We will leave the place by the day after tomorrow. You are coming to Edinburgh with us ".... Saying this he got up to leave not even sparing a glance at him again. " And haan I won't appreciate any of your disrespecting move ".... He added walking away from there.

At this moment all Riyaan could do was clench his fist with the motive to not lose his temper now. Who is he to decide what he will do and what he will not??? He shook his head negatively.

" You sit here I will bring you food and dare you go away ignoring me. ".... He was lost in his thoughts unless his mother showed him her index finger. " I know you're hungry, your face says everything ".... She placed a kiss on his cheek as she made her way to the kitchen while he like a year old kid sat there blinking his eyes.

But tbh, why did not she treat him like this when he needed! Why now!

To be continued.....