At ARIN's House:-
"I really need to know your story, Dua, so stop beating around the bush," Arin growled slightly at her.
He had been trying to talk to Dua for two days, but she refused to speak. His shouts made her nervous, and Dua looked down, guilty."It is not easy for me to reveal everything about myself, Mr. Arin. "You may be my lawyer, but I did not ask for this," Dua said grumpily, her eyes red."But I am your lawyer, and your case is in my hands. That is why it is really important for me to know everything about your past, and that too from you", Arin easily controlled his temper and spoke in a calm tone, leaving Dua perplexed by his mood swings but still nodding at him."I have already wasted too many days with you. So now tell me, Dua, or I will not be able to help you in your fight", Arin said, as a lawyer, he wanted to give his all, but Dua was not cooperating. Dua closed her eyes and remembered the darkness that sped up her heartbeat and breathing.Dua panicked and hurt, but she knew Arin was correct. He was doing something for her. Jailor helped her, but why? It was critical for them to assist her. It was not important to those who did not know her or her past, but they chose to help her, but why? Dua was still dazed, reflecting on her life before and after the storm.Darkness, tears, pain, betrayal, and blood ripped her to the core.Everything had changed in her life. She was not the 19-year-old girl who was happily wandering through the streets of her hometown. She was not the type of young person who enjoyed spending time in Delhi with her friends. Her life changed dramatically. She spent five years in prison. She was now twenty-five years old, with a dark past. Dua shook her head and looked at Arin, who was patiently staring back at her."I am from Patna City, Bihar," Dua said, closing her eyes."My full name is Dua Srivastava. My father owned a Mart Shop. I was a single child with a single father. My mother passed away while giving birth to me. My father never remarried because of me," Dua said, her voice cracked. Dua caught a glimpse of him and saw him staring at her intently. She gulped nervously and avoided his stares."I was happy in my life, especially with my father. He cared deeply for me. After passing my twelfth grade, I was accepted into the best college of fashion design in Delhi, but everything changed in my life. Delhi changed me, my life changed me, and time changed me", Dua said, holding back tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.Arin gave her a glass of water, which she gulped down in one go. "If you need time, I can wait", Arin spoke, and Dua shook her head negatively.Dua looked into his eyes, hoping to read him, but they were blank, with no sympathy or condolences. Only a lawyer was listening to the story of Her DARK World."No, I am ready to share my life with you. I want to end everything. I want to see my father. I want to go back to my house", Dua spoke, and tears streamed from her eyes. Arin said nothing to her, just stared at her intently.The pain was visible on her face.Dua wiped her tears and looked out the window of his home. A dark night screamed about her dark life. Her life had its ups and downs, but it never turned out this darkest, creepiest, and scariest. "I was nineteen years old when I returned to my hometown, and there was a surprise waiting for me"~Flashback Six Years Ago:-Patna, Bihar:-"Dua.. Dua.. Dua"...., Her name was disturbing her beauty sleep."Dua", Dua recognized the male voice that was calling her.She groaned, hiding her face in the pillow."Dua, wake up, daughter." Her father was shaking her body, but she was not in the mood to leave her beloved bed and pillow. "Papa", Dua spoke in a hoarse voice, sneaking a peek at her father, who was lovingly ruffling her curly hair."Good morning, Papa", Dua said, and her father smiled at her."Wake up, my friends are coming to meet me, and you are still sleeping." Her father spoke, and she sat down on her bed. "Which friends, Papa?", Dua inquired as she collected her messy hair. "My child, I told you a week ago about my friends who will come here to meet and visit the temple", Her father responded, and Dua slapped her forehead."Sorry, Papa, I forgot about their visit," Dua said as she went to the bathroom.Her father shook his head at his childish daughter."Come quickly. Breakfast is ready", Her father spoke, and Dua looked at him."Are you not going to Mart?", Dua asked as she began brushing her teeth."No, the staff will handle the Mart today", Her father spoke as he looked at a photograph of his beloved wife, who was smiling broadly while holding her newborn child in her arms.Her father left the room and served breakfast on the plates. Dua appeared and suddenly pounced on the breakfast.He smiled at her.
"Dua! Dress nicely", Her father spoke, and she stopped eating her breakfast."Huh? Why are you asking me to dress properly? Am I not in proper dress?", Dua asked, pouting dramatically."No, my child", Her father shook his head and gazed at his daughter."I am just asking you to wear something else", Her father spoke and arranged his own plate."What do you mean, Papa? I always dress appropriately. I never wear short or revealing dresses", Dua spoke slowly and ate her breakfast unwillingly. Her father sighed loudly as he looked at his saddened daughter."I am sorry", Her father apologized, and she smiled at him. It was true that Dua always dressed according to the time, situation, and place, but only outside of the house or at college, not inside. Dua loved wearing whatever she could get her hands on."My child, I am just telling you that my friends are coming with their families, so wear whatever you want, shorts or skirts. I do not mind, but please spare my lungi today", Her father spoke, and Dua choked food in her throat. Her father immediately rose from his seat and rubbed her back. He gave her water, and she gulped it down forcefully."I do not like you going in my lungi in front of them", her father said, and she understood what her father was trying to tell her. Dua and her father exchanged stares before laughing."Dua! Please spare my lungi", Her father pleaded, and Dua again laughed loudly."No, Papa, I feel comfortable in your lungi and about dressing properly in front of your friends, naa, so do not worry, I will be a good host for them", She said and giggled upon seeing her father's face. [Lungi is a white or colored cloth that is usually wrapped around the waist with the two ends knotted together. It is worn by various states of India]"Girls love to wear Western dresses, but my daughter is unique and came from Mars, and she loves to wear my shirt and lungi", Her father spoke and shook his head.
Dua laughed again, stood up from her seat, and bent down slightly in front of her father. She kissed her father's cheeks and headed for the kitchen."For how many days do they live here?", Dua inquired, and her father joined her in the kitchen."Maybe for a week," Dua's father replied."Will they live in our house?", Dua asked as she began washing the dishes."No, hotels will be more comfortable for them", Her father spoke as he cleaned the kitchen."That is good", Dua spoke softly, and her father questioned her."Papa, I only have a week with you, so manage your friends' visits because I will be leaving soon for college, and I do not like it when someone disturbs my peaceful time with you. I came here to spend my holidays with you, but you are already booked with your friends", Dua said frustratedly, and her father stared at his daughter. He nodded in agreement.Time passed, and the guests arrived at her house.
"Dua, come meet my friends and their family members", Her father introduced her. She touched their feet and smiled warmly at them.Her father's friends smiled at her. Her father was proud of his daughter. She looked stunning in blue traditional clothes. Simple yet elegant. Dua looked at her father, asking him through her eyes. Her father smiled and shook his head. Dua noticed that his eyes were glossy. She rarely dressed up; at other times, she lived freely and dressed casually.
Dua served snacks and drinks to the guests, and as they began chatting, Dua became bored and uncomfortable in traditional attire. She missed her father's lungi a lot.She sighed loudly, catching her father's attention. He exchanged a look with her, and she shook her head.
"Dua, please go to your room. You have an assignment to finish, right?", Her father asked abruptly, and she was perplexed, but she nodded her head and left them to their chitter chatter.....Thank you
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The flashback continued: Two days later, Dua was watching a movie with her father, and he was lost in his own world. Dua saw him and asked, "What is wrong, Papa? Where are you lost?" Her father sighed and looked at her, "Dua" She simply nodded at him. "Dua! My friend requested your hands for his son", Her father spoke, and his face was tense. Dua was stunned, and her mouth was wide open. "Marriage?", Dua asked her father, stunned as dozens of words and meanings flooded her mind. ~Marriage, a legally and socially sanctioned union, between a man and a woman, that was regulated by laws, rules, customs, beliefs, and attitudes that prescribe the rights and duties of the partners and accords status to their offspring~ ~Marriage - a bond/commitment between not only a man and a woman but also between the two families~ Her heart palpitated as she didn't know what to tell her father. "Dua, say something?" Her father inquired, aware of the situation. His beloved daughter was sti
Flashback Continued:- "Now meet their son, 'Prathvik' ", Dua's father motioned for her to look at the boy, and unknowingly, her gaze fell on the boy, who had a small smile on his lips. 'PRATHVIK!', Dua whispered his name softly, her heart skipping a beat as she and Prathvik stared at each other. Dua extended a greeting and bowed her head slightly, and he reciprocated. Her heart was pounding, and she was nervous as hell. "My child, take Prathvik to your room and talk," Dua's father said directly. In front of everyone, Dua panicked and yelled, "No!" Everyone stared at her and the way she yelled. She looked at the boy, who had a deep frown on his forward. Dua's father shook his head again at her daughter's childish behavior. Dua managed to calm her racing heart. She felt warm gazes on her body. She recognized that she had made a mistake and that everyone was thinking negatively about her father's upbringing. She decided to abandon her facade of a shy and quiet girl and start s
"A Strong Woman will always turn Pain into Power" Arin Arjun Kashyap .. Mature Content (16+) Flashback Continued:- Dua whimpered when he cupped her breast, teasing her nipples softly. "Prathvik", Dua moaned as he slowly crawled on top of her got rid of her clothes, and ripped off her bra into two pieces. "Prathvik", Dua gasped, wanting to scold him for disturbing her peaceful sleep but before she could do so, Prathvik pressed his lips against hers. And she melted against his touches. He sensually moves his lips to her jaw, then to her neck where he roughly bit her skin. Tears formed in her eyes. The pain was making it difficult for her to even move. She was still in pain, her body was sore and her legs were numbed. His legs were in between her thighs and one of his knees was pressed against her panties. She tried to move but he held her body in his tight grip. Prathvik put his lips on her lips and kissed her bottom lips hungrily. His eyes were filled with lust. "P
Her mind was silent. The world was silent around her. She couldn't hear the sound of the other cells. A deafening echo filled her mind as she heard whispers close by. Dua opened her eyes slowly, not able to move from the ground she was lying on. Her body was numb, every inch of her body was in pain as she forced herself to sit up. Dua looked around the dark cell she was in. She couldn't see anything, her heightened sense felt so mundane. "Aye! it's time to go to court", the female prison warden came and announced to her. Dua sat down on the floor and stared blankly at the bars of her cell. "Did you hear or not?", the female warden yelled at her. "Change your clothes now. The vehicle is ready", the female warden threw a saree on her and walked out of her cell. Dua unbuttoned her top and wore a blouse. She put her head under the Underskirt and tied it around her waist and then she opened the knots of her trousers and lastly messy wrapped the white cotton prisoner clothes (
"My soul got peace where, where Pain of my Heart was not even recommended" DUA ... Inside the Prison: DUA's POV: It's not important for me to have any hope from all these hearings, dates, and fights. I know what will happen in the end. It's not like I don't want to go out of this hell and meet my father but the first question is How? My life is already ruined because of my own selfishness. Selfishness of immaturity. Selfishness of love. In this World of cruelty, I did something that kept me sane. That was 'To Kill the Threat' and I did it for myself. I went against my family just to protect my sanity but see where I am right now in this dark ugly cell of Prison. And now, This Arin Kashyap has also started to nag at me. He wanted to know all the hidden truths of mine. Arin wanted to know all about my sins. I don't know how to tell him. Telling him means reliving that time that has already passed in my life, leaving me in the lonely
The next morning, Arin was seated in front of Dua.Her eyes were red and puffy which clearly shows that she didn't sleep in the night. Arin got a message about Dua's outburst from the call of the jailer. Arin was shocked to hear about Dau's last statement."I killed My Child"Arin shook his head and stared at Dua who was looking back at him with mixed feelings.The feeling of being judged by him."Did you really kill your child?", Arin asked and noted down in his file."Yes, I did", Again she accepted this crime. "Why?", Arin didn't know how to understand her but again started to write down her statement."Because I don't want anything related to him", Dua's eyes blazed and showed hidden rage."Him? Your husband?", Arin asked as he saw the fire in her eyes as he asked her.Dua looked briefly at him and smirked evilly. She didn't respond to him but her eyes and smile were enough to send chills to him.'She did kill her child but why? What was her reason to become so cruel?', Arin's h
{Last Chapter Continued} Dua opened the door and entered Prathvik's cabin. Her heart was happily thudding in her chest. A big smile adorned her face making her more beautiful. But soon her smile dropped when the door opening sound made a girl, who was already inside Prathvik's cabin, turn around and briefly stare at Dua. Dua stood there calmly. There was no sense of threats and negativity because of that unknown girl. "Who are you?", Dua, too looked back at that girl, and after a few seconds of observing her, she asked her in a soft tone. Dua calmly asked her and not for a second did that wrong of Prathvik as she found a girl in Prathvik's cabin. "Tisha", That girl murmured softly and Dua stood blankly at her spot while gazing at that girl, trying to understand the situation. They stared at each other for a minute and then Dua heard familiar footsteps. "Dua", Hearing a familiar voice calling her name, made Dua turn around only to find shocked-looking Prathvik. Dua smiled ge
~Inside the Doctor's Cabin:- Looking like a zombie, Dua sat in front of a doctor. The doctor's eyes were observing Dua with sharp eyes. "I'm seeing a girl. Her name is Tisha. She looks older than me. I saw her for the first time in my husband's office on the day of my first wedding anniversary", Dua told everything to the doctor who listened to her and recorded her words too. Dua's heart skipped a beat when she started recalling whatever was going on in her life. "Tisha is following me everywhere like a shadow. She acts like a stalker. She even followed me to my hometown", Dua said and closed her eyes. Her hands immediately rubbed the temple of her head. "Okay! Stop now. Ms. Dua, We need other sessions too. Take this medicine and don't pressurize your brain. Don't think too much", the doctor told her. Dua nodded her head and knew the doctor wouldn't help her in this situation. Her situation was different than those people who were fighting with their inner demons of depres
Exclusive Chapter 2} Shades Of LoveDUA ARIN KASHYAP's POV:- Stupid, idiot, dumb, Dua , this is all I could think of to describe myself right now. I knew when he got angry he could only see red and no one before his eyes. His BEAST is uncontrollable. I fucking knew it. Still made him angry. Now he'll shower them all at me like a hailstorms shower in a mango plantation."Get ready for the next few hours. This night is still young and will be long." Saying this he stormed out of the room. Where did he go? No idea. This time I won't hide in the washroom. He'll definitely break the door and what's the point of angering him more? I decided to wait patiently for him sitting on the floor just in front of the closed door, knees folded, hands behind door, knees folded, hands behind my back, head bowed down, eyes staring at the floor between my knees, and mind trying to calculate the possibilities of me being alive the next morning.He came back with two bowls in his hand, handcuffs, and a
[A/N:- This chapter is exclusively for the Beauty 'DUA' and the BEAST 'ARIN' from another dimension. What happens if they meet before the tragedy or Dua never falls into the Dark World or never gets reborn but simply clashes with ARIN KASHYAP, makes him insane for her, and gets married to him? Let's read now] DUARIN:- Shades Of LOVE 1} (MATURE Content 18+) ARIN KASHYAP's POV:- "Yeah, I'll be there in five minutes." I heard her saying this to the person on the other side of the phone. "You better be. It's been ages since we've been waiting for you", The woman on the speaker was sounding quite pissed off. "Okay just a few minutes and you'll find me there.", She said putting her earrings on. The other person just hummed and ended the conversation. I was watching her every move resting my back at the door. From the back, she was looking like a whole meal. Her bodycon dress, reaching her mid-thighs, was perfectly hugging her curves. Her butt was poking. Her milky thighs are on fu
As per the previous timeline, Prathvik's parents came to India and met Dua's father. They liked Dua for Prathvik but Dua's father directly declined and told them that his daughter liked someone else. The matter of Dua's marriage with Prathvik stopped there and Dua couldn't stop herself from screaming in Joy. *** The day before her departure to Delhi, Dua was sweating profusely, her vision was blurry and her head was spinning. She saw a new and different dream and whom she saw took her breath away. "Maa?", Dua's voice cracked and tears were ruining her vision. "Dua! How are you?", Dua's mother was looking the same when she died after giving birth to Dua. Dua did not know what to reply to her. This was the first time when Dua was seeing her mother or having a dream of her. "How's the transmigration?", Her mother smiled and her eyes were glossy too. Dua gasped and asked, "How?" "Dua! I don't know how to explain this to you but this time reversing or transmigration happened beca
(The last chapter continued) "What the hell is happening here?", Dua's body trembled and legs wobbled enough to make her knelt down on the floor. Her face was different and did not look like a woman who lost everything in the world of darkness. "What is this? I'm confused. What's wrong here? Why am I looking different from my current appearance?", Dua asked herself as she was scared and she knew that the life she had lived wasn't a dream. That life was her real life. That day when She was 19 and got engaged to Prathvik. That month when At the age of 20 got arrested. That year at the age of 25, She died too. That time was cold and lonely. Dua felt suffocated and continued to stare at herself. "I'm chubby the same as when I was 19. So it means, I'm back in my previous life again. If it is true then why? How's it possible? What would I explain to Papa?", Dua talked to herself. She smiled and then started to laugh again. She remembered everything. From her engagement, wedding, P
{last chapter continues} "What did Dua get to know about you?", Arin asked and Prathvik's senior shivered. "That, that I was planning of TREASON, by making false data reads in the company's final year report. I was stealing shares and money too from the Company in which I was working. Tisha knew this piece of information and Dua heard our telephone conversation", Senior accepted his crime and it was all recorded. "But Dua didn't make trouble for you?", Arin asked but only he knew how much he was controlling himself. "I was clearing the hurdles of my plan and Dua perfectly fitted in my plan by sending her behind the bars. Tisha and Prathvik were dead and their parents knew that Dua murdered them so they backed out and left the matters the way. No one ever tried to know about the real truth behind their murders. They knew that Dua hated Prathvik and Tisha for cheating and also hated their child too", Senior spoke and Arin again stared at him without wavering his eyeballs. "My plan
"There are no accidental Meetings in between the SOULS" DUA-ARIN .. .. One week later of DUA's death:- In one of the basements of Kashyap, The Beast was planning something scarier in his mind. Arin turned to a man named Hubir of the security team given by his younger brother Ariv and then he spoke softly, "Give me the mixture of Honey, Milk, and flour" Hubir was scared by Arin's black empty eyes. Prathvik's senior who greeted Dua on her first wedding anniversary in the office was the one who shot bullets at Dua and she died because of it. As Arin was waiting, He leisurely sat on the chair, lighting a cigarette. Arin casually said to the senior of Prathvik, "You know, this mixture is really interesting" "Ancient people used this method, to force the victim to ingest a mixture of milk, honey, and flour until their bowels gave up. Their naked body then smeared with more milk, honey, and flour until it attracted the wasps, ants, and other poisonous insects. They would crawl ins
"You said that you will wait for me but I don't think that I will ever be able to accept you and will forget my past. This is wrong, Arin. You deserve someone good not like me", Dua finally spoke her heart out and listened to her, Arin chuckled softly, coldly, and darkly. "Who gave you right to think about me that what I want or what I deserve? You just have to love me in return and we will grow old together", Arin spoke grittedly and Dua looked up shockingly. Arin pulled her towards him. Leaning in, in his arms, Dua Did not speak a word. Arin inhaled deeply and controlled his rage and then he pulled Dua's cheeks with warmth and said, "I didn't know what I was thinking back then. I just felt that being with you made me feel comfortable. It just felt right. I'm not that kind of person who uses someone else's things, nor do I approve of someone else using my personal belongings but when you enter my house. All of this didn't matter . It not felt different. Like we belonged together"
"You are the story that I never want to end." ARIN .. .. At the Kashyap Mansion, Arin hugged his mother tightly and told her that he was going to meet her future daughter-in-law. Pashika smiled while tears welled up in her eyes as she patted his shoulder. "Go and bring her here", Pashika said to Arin and he again hugged her tightly. Arin's pain and disturbance always get cured by his mother's warm embraces and thoughts of Dua. Arun knew that his mother's hugs could heal Dua's pain and give her great courage and strength too. Arin believed that even his sister-in-law could also give Dua the same cure because he had a loving and caring family. Arin literally ran out of the Mansion and took his car drive to the club HAVEN. *** A Few metres away from the Club Haven, Dua was waiting for Arin. Her shift finished early. Her vision caught a board where a heart-touching quotation was written very beautifully. ~'Love was something that could not be seen. It flows in the air, in t
The Next night, at the club HAVEN:- Five brothers or say middle-aged men were sipping their drinks and gossiping about their wives. Dua heard their talks and thought how lucky their wives were. Because those five men were actually appreciating the efforts of their wives. "Take care of them. They're our special person. Two of them are owners of this Club and the other three are their brothers", the Manager of the Club told Dua clearly. Dua nodded her head. The manager left and the assistant manager looked at them with dreamy eyes. "Those are Arjun Kashyap and Neil Khanna, Davis Grey, Daniel Miller, and Rudra Singh Rathore. They are the hottest middle-aged men of this century" The assistant manager gave the proper introduction to Dua. Dua rolled her eyes took short glances at them and found the meaning of real happiness. Their smiles were pure, eyes held so much love, affection, and care for their wives. Dua's heart shattered when her mind flashed the memories of her father a