CHAPTER 2: “The Proposal That Felt Like Prison”

Prisha :"You ruined my family."
Rudra:"Then marry me and save them."

The auto rickshaw stopped in front of the Sharma house. Prisha stepped out, her body stiff, her lips tight.

She hadn't said a word since she walked out of Raichand Global.

The moment she entered, her mother, Savita, rushed forward.

“Prisha! Beta, are you okay? We saw the news—”

The slap.

It had gone viral.

Headlines everywhere:
"SHOCKING: Young woman slaps Rudra Raichand on live stage!"
"Who is Prisha Sharma? The only woman who dared raise a hand against the Devil of Mumbai?"

Her father, Mahendra, sat in silence on the sofa, glasses slightly crooked, hands trembling over a piece of paper.

“Papa?” she whispered, kneeling down. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer.

Aarav, her younger brother, stormed into the room. “Di, you have to see this—Rudra Raichand—he’s freezing everything! Our stocks, our accounts—everything’s blocked!”

“I’m not scared of him,” she said firmly.

But when her father slowly handed her the envelope in his hand…

Prisha’s fingers shook.

"Legal Notice – Raichand Enterprises v/s Sharma Family"
Accusations: Public Defamation, Attempted Assault, Breach of Business Conduct
Demands: 50 crore compensation OR full company merger under Raichand Global

“Fifty crores?” Savita gasped, falling into the chair.

“They’ll take everything,” Aarav said, his voice breaking. “Our house. Dad’s pension. Everything, Di…”

Prisha stood.

Staring at the notice.

Then at her family.

Then at herself in the mirror near the wall.

This… this was not just revenge.

This was war.

Later that evening.

A knock echoed through the Sharma home.

Mahendra opened the door. And nearly fell back.

Rudra Raichand stood there.

Black sherwani. Hair slicked. Eyes unreadable.

Two men in black suits stood behind him like shadows.

“Namaste, Mr. Sharma,” he said politely. “Can we talk?”

Savita rushed forward. “Please… please leave us alone. Haven’t you done enough?”

Rudra stepped inside anyway.

“Actually, Mrs. Sharma… I’m here to offer a solution.”

Prisha stormed out of her room. “Get out.”

“I will,” he said, casually adjusting his cufflinks. “Right after I give you a way out.”

He placed a new envelope on the center table.

Everyone froze.

“Another notice?” Mahendra asked, voice shaking.

“No,” Rudra said. “A contract.”

A pause.

“A marriage contract.”

The world stopped spinning.

“What?” Prisha’s voice broke.

Rudra looked her dead in the eye. “Marry me. In 10 days. Publicly. Legally. Completely. I’ll cancel all the cases. Restore your company. Save your family.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice.

“Or… refuse. And watch your father go to jail for financial fraud. I can make the courts believe anything, Prisha. You know that.”

Aarav moved forward. “You monster—”

“Aarav!” Mahendra shouted. “No.”

Rudra turned to leave.

But before he did, he whispered near Prisha’s ear:

“You challenged me in front of the world, Miss Sharma.
Now I want the world to see you surrender.
In bridal red.
With my name in sindoor.”

The door slammed behind him.

outside at her house Rudra tells Aryan with a dark smirk:

“She thinks she can slap me and walk free?
Now, she’ll walk into the courtroom... in bridal red.”

Meanwhile, Prisha stood there…

Shaking.

That night was silent.

Too silent.

Savita sat crying in the kitchen.

Aarav punched a pillow repeatedly, trying to find a way to protect his sister.

Mahendra Sharma… didn’t speak at all.

He stared at the marriage contract like it was a death certificate.

And Prisha?

She sat in her room, wearing a kurti, hair loose, staring at nothing.

A hundred emotions screamed in her chest — rage, helplessness, betrayal, shame.

But one thing was clear:

Rudra didn’t want love.

He wanted ownership.

Her phone buzzed.

A message from an unknown number:

“Tick tock, Miss Sharma. You have 72 hours. Or the destruction begins.” – R.R.

The next morning

Prisha walked into Raichand Global like a storm.

Her hair tied back, black saree, red lipstick — fire in every step.

Every employee turned to stare. Whispers followed her.

"That’s her..."
"The one who slapped him..."
"Why is she here again?"

She barged into Rudra’s cabin.

He was seated, drinking coffee, smirking like the devil.

She threw the marriage contract on his table.

“You want a puppet, find someone else.”

He leaned back. “I don’t want a puppet. I want you. Angry. Proud. Dying inside.”

“Why me?” she hissed. “You could marry any rich heiress in this city!”

He stood, walking toward her.

Inches apart.

“I don’t want a wife. I want a reminder. Of the only woman who dared defy me.”

“You’ll regret this.”

“I already don’t,” he whispered.

She turned to leave — and that’s when he snapped.

“By tonight, your father will receive a summons. Fraud, cheque bounce, breach of contract. All fake, but perfectly legal. Unless…”

She froze.

His voice dropped.

“…unless you sign the contract.”

That evening, Prisha sat on the terrace, wind blowing through her hair.

Aarav brought her tea.

“Di… maybe you should just agree. Just to save us.”

She smiled weakly. “I’ll fight him.”

“With what? Court? Money? We have nothing.”

Mahendra walked in. “Prisha… it’s not defeat. If you do it for us, it’s strength.”

Savita held her hand. “I’d rather lose everything than watch you be a prisoner, beta.”

Prisha didn’t answer.

But a single tear rolled down her cheek.

She stared at the stars.

And whispered, “I won’t kneel… even if I have to fall a thousand times.”

But deep inside…

She knew it.

He had her cornered.

That evening, Prisha sat on the terrace, wind blowing through her hair.

Aarav brought her tea.

“Di… maybe you should just agree. Just to save us.”

She smiled weakly. “I’ll fight him.”

“With what? Court? Money? We have nothing.”

Mahendra walked in. “Prisha… it’s not defeat. If you do it for us, it’s strength.”

Savita held her hand. “I’d rather lose everything than watch you be a prisoner, beta.”

Prisha didn’t answer.

But a single tear rolled down her cheek.

She stared at the stars.

And whispered, “I won’t kneel… even if I have to fall a thousand times.”

But deep inside…

She knew it.

He had her cornered.

✨ End of Chapter 2

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The stamp was red. Final.

"No..." Prisha whispered. Her knees buckled. Savita caught her.

"They sealed the office today," Aarav said. "Police took everything."

She couldn’t breathe.

But Rudra could.

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