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Her lips parted slightly in shock. Every new piece of information about his life left her more confused, more trapped in this strange, dangerous world he had forced her into. Noticing her reaction, he smirked. “Relax. My brother doesn’t kill people unless it’s necessary.” She looked down, willing her face to stay neutral. He didn’t need to see how unsettled she was. Living with him, she had learned to mask her emotions, knowing that any visible discomfort could make things worse. “Doesn’t your grandmother say anything about this?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “About you and your brother’s… profession?” He laughed outright at her question, the sound echoing off the kitchen walls. “She’s the one in charge. She keeps us in line. But she doesn’t approve of my brother’s work. It’s complicated. He joined the mafia to protect me. Back when I was in observation homes, I was safer there because of him.” “Eat,” he ordered, his voice firm, breaking her train of thought. Sh
Last Updated : 2024-12-09His Widow Prologue
Aasha....A young girl who gave dreams in her life..... An epitome of beauty....Her gracefulness cooing in her silence.....Daydreaming about being a dancer...... But suddenly was dragged back to the reality....The small chirpings were heard at how beautiful she is. The ladies in the room admired the BRIDE. Yes, a bride. She sat in the chair like a sculptured statue as her eyes looked aimlessly at nothing in particular which looked almost lifeless. From head to toe. She looked drop-dead gorgeous. The beauticians behind her took continuous glances at her filling their eyes content with her beauty. One of them had her mouth closed looking at the bride as she leaned to her side and chirped how beautiful she is and the other lady nodded in approval looking at her image in the mirror. The other lady walked forward and bent down to the bride's level and opened the red lipstick. She was about to apply it when her gaze fell on her face. Her hand stopped in mid-air as she gazed at t
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Aasha's pov. Today. The first day of my married life and I don't know what exactly is happening around me. Everything here seems unfair and I only get to watch as if I'm invisible to this all people. None has their eyes on me but only on their dead son and some women who are crying over his body. Today is supposed to be the day when I should be following rituals as a new bride. But here I was widowed with a white saree. The irony is though I'm his wife another woman is crying over him as if she is his wife. His dead body was laid on the floor covered with a white sheet with people surrounding him and a woman over his chest as she wept like a woman who is sincerely in vain at his departure. While me. I sat out of all those people away from the body leaning back to the pillar with my legs cuddled to my chest, my hands around my legs as I looked at her with zero expression as the tear strains on my cheeks itched. I'm outcasted from his people while I'm his wife. I don't under
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That day was the day when I got to know that she is his lover and they still allowed her to cry on his chest when I was married to him and I was even made into a widow. The more I'm getting to know them the more I'm feeling scared of them. They are being unusually different. They are siding with his affair rather than a legal relationship. What am I even married into and what kind of in-laws I got myself for? I was right there dressed in white for my dead husband like a widow while she get to cry like his wife and lover. They were pitying her rather than me where I have to forever stay in this house like their daughter-in-law and his widow while she gets to live freely and independently. Everything was taken away from me. With the marriage, I lost my dance. With him, I lost my color. (Widows are supposed to wear only white and do not celebrate any festival and no sweets, in an olden era or in conservative homes which are rare at present.) I have nothing with me yet she was the one t
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The same man.....On the same day a year ago........ Who had killed my husband..... Was now here in front of me...... Staring into my eyes. Suddenly the hall went silent with no one around. It is only me, him, and some people standing at the door footstep. My blocked mind had only allowed me to grasp this much. It is hard to think of anything when my nightmare is standing right in front of me. He is that man....Who killed my husband.....And I still have a dream about the blood.....With his slow footsteps booming in the hall he came and stilled in front of me with his hands locked at his back as his grey eyes looked into mine while I stepped back. His eyes surveyed me from top to bottom and then back to my eyes as they shone with evil glint and nodded his head in approval. "Expected". Was his one word and I wonder what that means. My breathing felt as if it isn't reaching my lungs and my legs slightly shook. Suddenly he snapped his fingers in front of my eyes and I blinked
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"Mam. It is the police. They are coming in".A visible confusion of threads appeared on their face as they looked at him and wondered why they had come. In the meantime, Samira asked her mother if she filed any complaint against him but she said no. A flicker of doubt raised in her thinking if this as well connected to him which could bring them to the footpath and his confidence screaming in him made Yamini gulp down her tension.Yamini looked at him and their eyes met and his eyes showed what she was lying about. They taunted her about her past and crimes."Remember what you did to us? You'll pay for every f*cking thing. Every action and death will be paid off with the right amount. And I'll watch you drowning in your karma".Her eyes remained wide with shock and gulped down listening to his words. She is regretting that he left him alive and unturned. She didn't know that small kid would come back to take revenge in greater turns.Soon the police came into the picture along with ha
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All the heavenly costumes and sarees were bought down to the hall and thrown down in the centre of the house where the ceiling is open rectangularly from where the house splits into multiple wings. The jwellery were thrown down roughly as the beads and diamonds spilled out. The paintings were thrown down with their family pictures.His lapdogs were committed to the work that was ordered to them and broke all those items that were precious to them.Every one were present there where Yamini, Meera and Samira stood to a side together while Asha stood diagonally opposite to them. Reaching to the centre Arnav poured the kerosene swirling it around all the materials and Yamini looked at them with intense affection to the material things as if they meant to her a lot which is ofcourse true as those were the jwellery which were handed down to the new generations by their ancestors. She tried her best to stop them from doing but they were brutally thrown on the ground.Taking out lighter from
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"This is my house Mrs.Gupta. And i would do what i desire. But I'll let you know. The interior of this house is going to change to a lot extent that you can't remind your own old home"." You aren't doing anything like that".Saying that she pointed her finger at him. His eyes dropped at her finger as he glared at it and then snapped his eyes at her. His jaw twitched a little as his eyes glared at her ferociously."Mind your finger good old lady. Or i will chop it off"."You are the same still. You dare to disrespect me such way. No wonder a bastard like you have such low manners. You are a useless and bastard of waste seed. After all it is an upbringing of your mother isn----A slap echoed around the hall that startled workers as they stopped doing well their work and looked at her.Aasha gasped as she ran to her mother in law but Samira was quick to back her mother. Meera just stood there with her hand on the mouth after looking at the scenario while Aasha looked at him in disbelief
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Her lips parted slightly in shock. Every new piece of information about his life left her more confused, more trapped in this strange, dangerous world he had forced her into. Noticing her reaction, he smirked. “Relax. My brother doesn’t kill people unless it’s necessary.” She looked down, willing her face to stay neutral. He didn’t need to see how unsettled she was. Living with him, she had learned to mask her emotions, knowing that any visible discomfort could make things worse. “Doesn’t your grandmother say anything about this?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “About you and your brother’s… profession?” He laughed outright at her question, the sound echoing off the kitchen walls. “She’s the one in charge. She keeps us in line. But she doesn’t approve of my brother’s work. It’s complicated. He joined the mafia to protect me. Back when I was in observation homes, I was safer there because of him.” “Eat,” he ordered, his voice firm, breaking her train of thought. Sh
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No one in the room could sleep. She lay awake, her body tense as she remained acutely aware of him behind her. There was an unspoken understanding between them, fragile but present, like a thread stretched too thin. She was holding up her end of their silent deal—staying close, talking to him when he needed it—but she also drew her boundaries firmly. He had agreed to respect those lines, promising not to touch her, and she held him to his word. He lay on his side, clutching the loose end of her saree in his hand. It wasn’t much, but it was all he had, and he clung to it as if it could soothe the ache in him. His gaze rested on her back. If only she’d face him, he thought, he might have been able to lose himself in her expressions, her eyes. But she wouldn’t. She had made that clear. “Listen,” he said softly, breaking the silence. His voice was low, uncertain. Her eyes fluttered open, reluctant. She was on the edge of sleep, drifting, but his words pulled her back. “Yes?” she a
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He stared at her, suspicion and surprise etched across his face. “What do you mean you didn’t receive it? I sent it directly to you.”She shrugged, a weary look crossing her face. “Maybe it never made it to me. Maybe the girl you gave it to tore it up. I don’t know. But I never saw it.”He looked away, processing her words, his face betraying a rare vulnerability, as if he were realizing what might have been. A faint trace of regret crossed his features, as though he’d lost a chance he’d never get back.“Then tell me,” he said, his voice breaking the silence. He looked back at her, his eyes almost pleading. “If the letter had reached you—would you have said yes? Would you have married me?”She exhaled sharply, a scornful smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She ignored his question, refusing to indulge him. But he pressed on, a spark of desperation in his tone.“Don’t ignore me. Tell me, once and for all. If you’d known, would you have agreed? Would you have been willing to marry
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Asha's mind strained, searching for fragments of a memory she could barely grasp. Had she really done what he claimed? She couldn't remember. She didn’t have memory loss, not exactly, but even now, a faint hunch nagged at her, suggesting there might be some truth to his words. Yet, no concrete recollections surfaced. Too much had happened in her life, too many chaotic events layered one upon the other. How could she remember such details, especially from those tumultuous years when everything was random, haphazard, and she was only a child? “That’s ridiculous!” she exclaimed, a bitter edge creeping into her tone. “You held a grudge over something a little girl might’ve done?” He leaned back, his expression calm as he rested a hand on his knee. His gaze settled on her, cool and detached. “I never held a grudge against you, Asha,” he replied, voice steady, almost dismissive. “Don’t go assuming things.” “Then why did you do all this to me?” she shot back, her voice tight with anger.
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After the nurse treated her minor injuries he was all set to carry her to the car in his arms as she again started struggling not come with him which led him to forcefully carry her to the car. He partially understands why she is showing resistance today. He shouldn't have stab him infront of her. He guesses that might traumatized her. He settled her in the room, guiding her gently onto the bed, but she quickly scurried away, retreating to the washroom and locking the door behind her. He watched her from a distance, his expression neutral, almost as if he had expected this."I don’t want you near me. Please... leave me alone... for a while," she said, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and exhaustion. She knew that by asking him to leave, she was giving him another opportunity to impose himself on her. But she tried to make herself clear, hoping he wouldn’t interpret her request as an act of rebellion. It was more than that. She was traumatized, panicked, and needed s
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"Drop whatever you have in your hand and raise your hands up."The thug’s voice was cold, steady, with the knife pressed threateningly against her neck. Asha stood frozen, her wide, tear-filled eyes fixated on Raghav. Fear shimmered in her gaze, the glistening tears catching the dim light, but the terror radiating from her was far more intense than the tears could convey. Raghav stood just a few steps away, his body taut with tension. Inside, his blood boiled as his gaze locked onto the knife, anger burning through him like wildfire. His jaw clenched so tightly it ached, and his hands fisted at his sides, but he knew he had to stay calm. For her. "Leave her," Raghav growled, his voice low but filled with barely contained rage.The thug smirked, tightening his grip on Asha. His eyes glinted with malice as he twisted the knife ever so slightly, causing Asha to flinch."Give me the keys," the thug hissed, his tone mocking. "And you'll get your wife."Wife?The situation was perilous, a
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His lips collided fiercely with hers, driven by an intense urgency as their bodies rocked together in a feverish rhythm. Her legs were hooked securely around his arms, giving her no escape from his relentless passion. The sound of their lips parting with a soft smooch echoed in the still night air, and without hesitation, he lowered his head to find her neck, sucking on the tender skin at her sweet spot.Small, involuntary moans escaped her lips, and she found herself embarrassed deeply, especially in such an exposed setting. They were in a camper van, tucked away on a deserted hillside, the shed doors left open to the night air. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, trying to hide herself, trying desperately to muffle her sounds as they continued to echo in the empty space around them.Still deeply connected with her, he shifted his position with fluid ease, making her straddle him. Even with their clothes partially on, the friction between them sent jolts of pleasure throug
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The crumpled sheets lay loosely over their entwined bodies, a delicate cover that barely concealed the warmth they shared. Her hair was spread out like a dark halo above her head, wild and unruly, as he traced a gentle finger along the smooth curve of her nape, savoring the softness beneath his touch. The early morning light filtered softly through the undrawn curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. He had deliberately left the curtains open, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness of her sleep.She slept delicately, with an air of exhaustion that told the story of the night before. Her hands were pressed beneath the pillow, her breathing slow and rhythmic, a picture of serene vulnerability. He found himself mesmerized by the way she looked in her sleep—so peaceful, so unaware of the emotions she stirred within him. His fingers moved through her hair, feeling the silky strands slip through his hands as he brushed them away from her face.Propped up on his elbow, he supported
