A shiver runs down my spine. I don't wanna trap in here, forever. I don't wanna marry him. I don't stop pacing to and fro in the room. I'm feeling terrified. My parents are giving me to a stranger. I do not know anything about them. My own thoughts are terrifying me. What would they do to me if by mistake I would get married to him? I'm not a strong person. I'm a girl who has never stepped out of the walls my parents built for me. Now suddenly, they are setting me free in a different cage, bigger than that, the scariest one.
I glance at the ring in aggravation. I pull it out and put it on the nightstand. I need to talk to someone before my mind blasts in frustration. It's night. I'm not going to knock at my parents' door at this time of night. Saavi makes rash decisions. But Sas if I want her to just listen to me. She will. Hurriedly, I changed into white shorts and white
She's magnificently beautiful, ruinously breathtaking. Unwantedly, unknowingly, she has fulfilled my aim of coming here. Gleefully, I will love to take her away from here. If she's genuine and confirmed about her decision. She'll come to me and ask for the offer again. I've got a beautiful life for her, for us. I run my hand in my wet hair. She feels so soft. She was scared, but also calm. I want to do more than just holding her. I rub my thumb on my fingers recalling her soft skin, the touch again. " Yuvaan! " Vikas breaks the chain of my thoughts. It never happened before. I'm thinking about her instead of how to bring my enemies down. She made everything a piece of cake. I know Achraj's weak point now. I want her. She's fragile, so soft, naive, tender-hearted and gullible. I won't wanna use her as prey. I'll not marry her, " You're smiling. What's it? " Vikas asks, he knows the reason behind this smile, a victory.
I drape myself in white jeans and a bright yellow shirt with puffy full arms. I brush my wet hair and leave them to dry naturally. I grab my phone from the nightstand and rush to the door. I freeze, " I didn't lock it. Did I? " I shake my head, " I was in tension. I'm still tense. " I unlock the door and walk downstairs. My inside clenches as last night flashed before my eyes. A huge smile appears on my face. I lower my head and fight with the yearn that insists on looking at his room's door. With a heavy sigh, I whirl toward the stairs. I turn toward the door. But I wasn't sure if this was their room or not. I look around. I fish out my phone and call Sas's number. " Hey! Where are you? " She asks. I bite the corner of my lip in anticipation, " I'm downstairs."
I step into the room after Saavi. Sim is sitting next to her holding her hand. Sas looks up at me and smiles. My eyes rest on her face. It is slightly red, " Did you cry? What happened? " I sit next to her. " I'm going to marry." She smiles and shows me her hand. My nightmare is coming true( I shake my head, " I can't believe it. I left you with our family fifteen minutes ago. I can't believe this. " I hold her by the shoulders. " You can't put your determination on her. She has made up her mind. " Sim says. " Or you compelled her. " Saavi aggravates. I ignore Sim. I don't wanna break her nose in exasperation, " I can't believe this. You always wanna marry a decent man, not out of our community. " I say. &nb
I've given her false reasons but I've made true words to her. She'll always be safe with me. She can continue her studies. She can go wherever she wants to but with guards. I'll never touch her without her permission, but I don't need her permission in front of people, she'll be my wife. Three hours! Fucking three hours! I wanna get away from here with her. Vikas told me her family has hidden the reality of the underworld. I can't promise she'll never know about it. I'll make sure not to break her fairytale world. I sent a message to Arya and Ryan. I shove my phone back in the pocket. Vikas joins me in the hallway, " Keep them alert at every step. She attracts problems toward her. " I told him. " Billa is on guard duty. She'll be safe." He says, " Here, I've checked it twice. " He says, Putti
I can't believe what I have just done now. I'm married. A shiver runs down my body. It was compulsory. I love Simrat, Sas and Saavi equally. I can do anything for them. I've seen her looking at Achraj with sheer love and joy. She loves him. I don't want her to do anything stupid. If he's keeping his words to me. I've no problem with this wedding. He needs a wife to show people. I need to get out of here. Achraj won't stop torturing her unknowingly as he has every right to say no to this wedding if he doesn't want Simrat as a part of his life. Life partner! He won't do it. Arranged marriage is common in our society. I hope my parents will accept it. There are side effects. They will stop talking to me, they won't see my face ever again. But it's okay. Simrat will be happy. Sas and Saavi would never
My eyes process the ceiling's colour. Dark cream! I blink to push away the sleepiness from my eyes and mind. I feel the weight over my stomach, thighs and legs. I glance around lifting my head. Sas is hugging me tightly, her legs are over my thighs. Saavi's arm is wrapped around my stomach. I untangle myself, pushing myself out of the mattress. I halt when my eyes lock on his handsome face. He's wearing a dark blue suit. First, I smile. Then, I gulp as I haven't told them about it yet. I push myself up. He holds out his hand to stop me. He beckons at my phone with his finger. He's looking as he is going to the photoshoot in a room with sunlight coming through the window. His face is glowing under the morning sunlight. I extend my hand carefully and don't want to wake them up. I grab my phone bending ahead over Sas's face. I exhale in relief as no one stirs. I look up at him w
I head out toward the garden. I dart my eyes around. Three are standing together. I walk over to the group. " What is with this backpack? " Saavi frowns. " If we couldn't sit in the same car. Our personal group. make sure no one sees your messages. " Sas says. Sim nods immediately. They two are saying as they have planned something big, " What have you planned? '' Saavi stares at them. " We're running, " Sim says under her breath. My body stiffens, " We're going to shop, " She says out loud. " And ice cream. We should have fun before our marriage, " Sas giggles. Sim joins her. Saavi and I exchanged a confused look, " Why? " Saavi asks, her face is a perfect picture of a shock. I'm still trying to digest her
I saunter toward that man who made Saavi cry. At my sight, his haughty, boastful expressions change into horror. He rushes at his car stumblingly. He is looking behind me as he has seen a ghost. His face turns white. Awkwardly, he gets in his car and ignites it. He Is still looking at me. He hit his car into the street lamp' pillar in terror. My mouth gaps. I turn. They have astounded expressions on their faces too. Yuvaan is attending another call. This man is not fed up with attending it. Achraj and Aasif are also busy on their phones. They're acting as nothing happened. " What have you done? " I stare at them. " What are you talking about? " Achraj gets on his feet and walks toward his car. " I can hope. You don't wanna continue your game. " Aasif gestures at the grilled toast. Sa
I look outside the window. The sunlight is bright. The sky is clear. My heart, it's feeling so much pain. I should be with my husband. We were going home. There's no sign of hope. Deep down I know, he'll come for me. Everything is going to be perfect. I didn't cry. But I want to shout as loud as I can in agony. So it could reach him. My inside is clawing at me, scratching the walls of my heart, telling me to run away from here. Eleanor is a sweet girl. She kept the worries away but for a short time. I can feel that emptiness "Love," Sas softly says in her sweet voice. "Good morning," I glance at her. The blurry sight of my tells, I don't know that it's there. "Hey," She pushes her body up with her palms against the mattress in less than a blink and wraps her arms around me to comfort me. She could h
It's silent. Sas leans against the wall and keeps her eyes out of the window, "The glass is thick. We can't break it. There's no furniture. Otherwise, we could take its help." Sas says. The remaining furniture is locked with a wooden floor. "Lay down," I told her. She whirls to see me, "I always think you are strong. You proved it today." She says. There's only sadness in her eyes. "I can't mull over what I don't have now. I've reason to be strong." I look at her. "I don't know. what would they do to us?" Her chin begins to tremble. I hurry at her and fold my arms around her, "They'll come for us." I promise her. This hope is giving me strength. He won't dare to harm us. He wo
His car stops in front of a mansion. His man opens the door for us. He climbs out first. I step out of the car behind him. He buttons his coat as he looks at the entrance as someone is waiting for him. I hold out my hand. Sas immediately wraps her fingers tightly around my palm. "Where are we?" Sas asks, digging her slender fingers in my palm. "My home," He says and takes long strides to get in. My heart is slamming against my chest. It could be dangerous too. Jack comes behind us. Sas refuses to move. I'm also afraid. Once we get in. We'll be at his mercy. He could do anything. I can see guards around us and his mansion holding their guns. "It must be his daught
Gradually my consciousness returns. My head is pounding. It's hurting and feeling as it will burst. Instead of a valour mattress, I'm feeling cold hard metal beneath my body. I can hear muffled crying. I know this voice. I recognized it immediately. I wasn't sure. I was dreaming or it was reality, someone was injecting me. I couldn't decipher, couldn't see him, it was dark around me. I can hear some mumbles too. But that isn't my concern for now. My concentration is on the familiar voice. I snap open my eyes when I hear my mind shouting at me that Sas is crying she must be in trouble. I squeeze my eyes again against the bright daylight. My heart is pounding in my ears. I blink rapidly, adjusting my sight against the bright light. Am I dreaming? I don't remember coming here.&
I swivel to face him. When Kadam told me she slipped in the washroom. I ask Vikas to tell the Pilot to be prepared. It was going to be six weeks. I was getting details of her every move. I'm not regretting my decision to start her training. It didn't merely distract her but she could keep herself safe. She's suffering from a high fever. The doctor has injected her. Ammi insisted that we should stay here until she gets well. It's not good for her health. She needs rest. She looks happy around her friend's company. "It can't be just Sunny. He's not powerful." Aasif swirls around the chair. He pulls me back from my thoughts. I clench my hands and stare out of the window, "He'll die but not open his mouth. His family is at stake. It's no use to waste time on
That night I fell asleep with his arms around me after our making. His arm is locked around me. I look for my clothes and his arm around me stops me from moving. I glance at his shirt on the marble floor. Pushing myself ahead, I try to grab it. My fingers still couldn't reach it. I watch it with a slight furrow between my brows. I tried one again. His arms tighten around my waist and tug me back to his hard chest, "What are you doing, Love?" He asks in his sleepy soft voice. Swivelling my neck I look at his face, "It's going to be seven. We need to dress up." I say. I push the locks of his dark hair away from his face, "Am I going to see your beautiful eyes?" My voice is barely above a murmur. He snaps his e
I stare at the roof, toying the hem of my blanket. I rushed to my parents home after climbing down the helicopter. I didn't dare to look at my phone again. It beeped and rang many times. I ignored it. The door of the room is still locked. Momi and aunts have knocked on it many times. I have a mystery to solve. I'm damn sure. It was a female voice, but I couldn't recognize it. Whoever it was, she's so clever. The scary part is I doubt it to be from our family. And they! They asked for Sas and me to go come with them. Whoever is she/he? She isn't a fan of Aasif and Yuvaan. Who could be? Only Aasif and Yuvaan can reply to me. I try to get my full attention on it. They are related. Aasif and Yuvaan, I've seen his family pictures with Yuvaan. The
I park the car behind his car and stare at my clutch in my lap. I take out my phone, stepping out of the Jeep. I hit on his number when there was no message on the screen. My heart begins to thud loudly. It's unreachable. I bring it before my eyes with pursed lips. I try it again. I stare at Kadam. He stands tall inspecting the surroundings, "Do you need to tell me something?" I've strong feeling. He knows. "Yes, ma'am. Boss will be busy." He says. I glance at him for more. He turns back to check the surroundings. I shake my head, "That's it?" I ask him. "Yes, ma'am." He says. I purse my lips again. When was he going to tell me? I click o
His lips curled up in a smile as he declared last night that we're going to his farmhouse. I force myself out of the single bed. Something strange happened. I grab my phone with a full grin on my face. It drops. He didn't message me today. He didn't even call. He has changed. Did he find someone? I shake my head. It's a bad feeling. I'm not gonna go through it. I step out of the bed. I try to focus on other things. I'm going to a farmhouse with them and I'm gonna see guava orchards, lemon orchards and vegetables. I doll up into a blue blouse with puffy full sleeves arms and a black shirt with a slit. I curled the end of my hair. Momi helps me to do the makeup. I'm determined