(1*+) Cold hearted billionaire for a husband

2. I want to marry Riyan!

Inaya's eyes curiously stared the passing by shops from the window of the cab. She was discharged and finally going back home— her home. Her emotions took a toll as her eyes caught the view of her crying uncle. She was mesmerized to know even though Riyan did so bad with her, he met him like a real son in law with her uncle before he handed him the divorce papers.

Her eyes filled with tears seeing how he cried with her and hugged her tight. He was scared of the accident. It was damn horrible as it already had taken away the lives of her in laws. And when the doctors announced she was in coma and there next to impossible chances for her to get up-— he felt a part of his body paralysing in defeat.

That is because she had had severe head injuries. She had lost too much of her blood and there were like zero percent chance for her recovery. It was more like miracle when all of a sudden with severe pant she bolted and sat straight hence awakening from her coma.

"Look at your favourite ice cream shop, Inaya!" Her uncle Mohit exclaimed pointing outside window.

He was sitting into the passengers seat while Inaya sat in the back seat with her aunt Vrushika and cousin Shikha. They made faces and talked with their eyes to each seeing how the dear bread winner of their family was back to pampering his niece like he used to do in the past.

They were envious of all the showers of attention she was bathing in yet, the two of them kept their mouth shut not uttering even a freaking word!

Inaya was shocked watching how they smiled every time her eyes met with their bodies towards her left. Her heart sank more and more in the pool of doubts as they gave her their fake sugary smiles.

"Look at the Diwan Villa. You know Inaya, Mr. Digvijay phoned me. He was asking about your condition and told he would come to see you tomorrow" Mohit uncle said, taking away her comfort.

Why can't he understand that they were already divorced. He divorced her at the time when he was supposed to stay with her the most. Not even did she hear her uncle talk about him and his phone call. All he mentioned was about his Grandpa or Mahir who never forgot to visit her.

She was experiencing mixed feelings about all together at once. Curiosity, anger, guilt, confusion and what not! She felt all of them every time her brain registered something that was related to him. Inaya was curious to know about his whereabouts.

"He would visit you every week. In fact all the Diwans visitors you thrice in a month because 'they all want to know what had happened between you all in London that night' Yes Inaya, we all are still not aware of the truth of that night" suddenly panic tool over her. 

Inaya recalled his slap and the disclosure he made about a woman. She cannot remember her name, but she remembered the story Riyan told her. He was not cheating on her but trying to help the woman who he was indulged with once in his life.

Ugh, the more the stressed her brain the harder her forehead pained. She held her head with both of her hands as an unknown chattering came flashing in her mind.

'Get up Inaya... Please get up. I am sorry. Please I am sorry, get up! Mom, Dad... Why don't you talk to me!!! Please say something'

"Uhhaaah aahhh" she squirmed in pain.

Inaya wriggled beside Vrushika so severely that her open hair fell on her aunt's face, and she fearfully came forward holding Inaya by the shoulders while Inaya surprisingly passed out in her arms. "Inaya, baby! s**t, I should not have raised the topic. Inaya!" Mr. Mangal expressed as his lashes wetted with forming tears.

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In the Mangal House, Inaya was peacefully laying on the bed of her old room. She was covered with a thick quilt while Vrushika sat beside her on the bed. Shikha was on one of the two armchairs placed across the window of Inaya's room watching her mother clean her forehead with cold water.

Unfortunately, Inaya was extremely perspiring. Her state can neither be seen nor comprehended. Her aunt who was wiping her forehead with wet cloth, on the request of her husband sighed biting her bottom lip.

She seemed affected. Her eyes never left the sight of Inaya's face while her cheeks reddened with unidentifiable blush. Whether it was concern or mock, it cannot be comprehended as she quickly hid it behind a sarcastic heave. "How long will we have to take her care, mom?" Asked Shikha looking outside the window.

It was late in the night now and there was no sign whether she would be waking up today or tomorrow. Vrushika though wished to say something else, but she said, "No idea. As long as we don't win her trust we will have to do this I guess. We can't avoid that the Diwan's heir has left millions of dollars in her bank account." She squeezed the cloth after dipping it in a bowl next to the lamp on the table and again put it on Inaya's forehead.

Her temperature has slightly increased nevertheless she was not in fever. It was because of her panic attack that her body was emitting heat. When her uncle called the doctors and told them the entire thing, they suggested to put a wet cloth on her head and keep doing it until she was not awake.

They happened to get in here in the evening and ever since then Vrushika has been wiping her hands, feet and forehead with a wet cloth. "You are right. In fact, I also want to get to know about her ex husband... If not Inaya then I guess I can be his perfect half!" Vrushika stilled, she blinked her eyes several times while her mind focused only on what she said.

"What do you mean Shikha?" she questioned her daughter with heck of excitement and thrill filling her veins.

To her question, her dear daughter crossed her left leg over the right one and evilly smiled, "Simple mom. I want to Marry Riyan Diwan. From the start only I knew he was jerk and only a b***h like me can go along with a jerk like Riyan. Inaya became the victim of bus lust." she shrugged her shoulders chipping everything like she had known it since the beginning.

" Yes mom, I knew everything about their relationship. Riyan forcefully married her on gun point, and then he convinced his parents for an official wedding. There is so much you are unaware of but I know everything." Shikha gave her mother a cunning smile while for the first time Vrushika, on the other hand seemed shocked and scared listening her words. She was really not aware of all this. 

Marrying her on gun point!!! 

This was a shocking revelation. 

"I am just waiting to hear the entire story behind the accident. I am sure there is something we don't know. Once it is unveiled, then I will play my trump card and force Riyan to marry me just like how he had forced my dear cousin eleven months ago. And then, all of him and his property will be mine!" Shikha rose from the armchair and ran her palms on her small smirk straightening it.

There was an undefined warning lacing her voice, she was planning something real big! 

Tbc...