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Warning:—
Mention of sexual scenes, blood and child harm
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Play:— Dhadak-title track by Ajay gogawale
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The light orange hue covered the surrounding as the mood began to envelope the daylight, while ahvi munched on the crispy pani puri in her mouth, relishing the taste of salt and spice.
A light tilak on her forehead, a significance from the visit of siddhivinayak temple they'd just had.
Abhishek noticed the way her eyes shut closed while enduring the spicy taste of the puri, her face lighting up in happiness on every much she took.
"Abhishek you should try this"
Ahvi said, cheerfully while lifting the puri near his face, a bright smile on her face while melted something inside Abhishek who was standing like a statue of seriousness in public.
"No thank you"
Abhishek said, smiling gently while rejecting the offer Ahvi made.
"Please just one bite"
Ahvi insisted while pushing the puri closer to his face.
Her smile and enthusiasm was the one he couldn't deny, she was happy after a long time and he didn't want to upset her.
He parted his lips, his mouth flooded with spice as soon as the puri entered his mouth.
Ahvi smiled cheerfully at the fact that Abhishek had accepted her offer to try it for once but it vanished as soon as she noticed him coughing on it.
"What happened are you okay"
She said while her hand made its way towards her back, gently rubbing it while he choked on spice.
"How do you even consume this!
The amount of spice will cause my murder"
He muttered,choking on spice while ahvi arranged a glass of water to curb the irritation.
(A/N— oyyy mana you're a green flag but no bitching for my gol gappey😡)
"It's not that spicy, you 5 star people can't take a hint of spice"
Ahvi said playfully while watching Abhishek gulp down the water, his Adams apple
"That's rude, how can you even eat this"
Abhishek said, gasping out to calm his throat down, he was relieved it was almost past sunset and the road was unoccupied for any media attention
"I'm glad it's not a rushed area or my spice intolerance would've been tomorrow's news headline"
Abhishek said causing Ahvi to let out a low laugh.
After a few more playful exchanges, Abhishek took a deep breath, his throat finally settling down from the spice overload.
Ahvi watched him with a smirk, trying to hide her amusement, but her eyes sparkled with laughter she couldn’t quite contain.
“Fine, fine,Maybe I’m not as brave as you when it comes to... street snacks.”
he sighed, throwing up his hands in defeat.
“Noted,”
she teased, giving him a playful nudge.
"Maybe next time i'd have to ask the vendor to add sugar to your food"
They shared a laugh, and for a moment, the usual seriousness in Abhishek’s eyes softened, replaced by something lighter, almost carefree.
Ahvi noticed it, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw a rare, unguarded side of him.
As the sun dipped lower, casting a gentle glow over the city, they strolled toward the nearby beach, just a short walk away.
The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air, and the salty sea breeze cooled their skin.
“Look at that,”
Ahvi whispered, stopping at the edge of the shore as she gazed out at the horizon. The sky was painted in shades of pink, with the last traces of sunlight flickering on the water's surface.
Abhishek took in the view, his gaze drifting between the serene ocean and the peaceful expression on Ahvi’s face.
Ahvi settles on the shore, her feet slightly dipping into the cool water while she patted the sand gently beside her, gesturing Abhishek to sit down for a moment.
Abhishek let out a calm exhale before gently settling himself beside her, letting the cool breeze touch his hair.
Ahvi gazed towards his side, her white dupatta waving in the air while she hugged her knees.
She felt a slight pink gue touch her face up on witnessing Abhishek's face.
So calm and relaxed, his wheat brown skin reflecting in the dim natural lighting, his dark brown hair over his forehead adding to his cheekbones while his Adams apple played the main role in her flustered state.
But on the same hand, she was curious about many incidents and felt like this was the exact moment for it.
"Why did you-stop me from telling my parents about—the divorce"
Ahvi said with a gulp, her head resting above her knees while she spoke.
(🐴—HAN POOCH KYU NI HUA TALAQ MUJHE DEKHNA THA !!!)
"They faced a great loss Ahvi.
Their daughter passed away, you got married as an accident, they lost both their daughters in a day.. Won't it be cruel to shove another shock on their face? "
Abhishek said, making Ahvi's heart beat fast and butterflies erupt in her stomach..
Not only was he thoughful about her but also her parents...
(A/N— jis hisab se yaha mere expectations badhe na mujhe ni milta pati😻)
"And on the second hand,
It'll disturb your studies Ahvi—you've come so far across, you've worked hard for this— I don't want to be selfish enough to make you go through a divorce and distract you from your goals"
Ahvi's heart melted when hid words fell in her ears, not even her own parents ever thought so much about her mental health..
She knew it was difficult for him to move on from Sukanya, but he didn't cause his own misery to reflect or shadow Ahvi's happiness and dreams
"I—"
She opened her mouth again to ask another question but immediately shut it out when she thought about it twice.
It was too much to ask him about her
It would definitely make him uncomfortable.
Ahvi thought
"You want to talk about something.? Go on... "
Abhishek said, his voice seemed to be calmer than the shore itself
"I—just wanted to talk about my sister"
Ahvi said with a gulp, ready to accept if he shuts out this conversation and immediately regretted her decision.
(🐴—HAG DIYA.!ache khase mood pe bechare ke )
"I—m sorry I just don't have anyone else to talk to-"
Ahvi closed her eyes while speaking in a flow of guilt but immediately stopped ranting when she was xutt iff by his soft voice.
"Don't worry Ahvi.. You can talk to me"
To be very honest, Abhishek was quite shoved back to the betrayal when Sukanya's name was taken but decided to immediately shut the betrayal off.
(🐴—oh han bhaiya hum bhool kaise gye bhaiya to hara jhnada hai na 💀)
Ahvi had gone through so much and talking about her sister would make her feel better.
He'd rather see her smile than be selfish about his feelings.
"Tell me about her"
Ahvi said excitedly while moving closer towards Abhishek to have a clear narration.
Being so close to her stirred something inside Abhishek but he immediately shut it off.
"She was kind, smart and logical, she was a very good friend"
Abhishek said, while ahvi heard like a kid beside him, wanting to listen more about the sister she'd lost so young.
Abhishek decided to cutting off the betrayal and selfish parts and narrated the better version of sukanya infront of Ahvi
A Sukanya who was not a Betrayer but a sisters
"I didn't even get to say goodbye"
Ahvi said after a few more minutes, tears collecting in her eyes which she wiped away before they came in contact with her cheeks.
Abhishek's heart cleanched on the view and decided to cheer her up a bit.
"Come on time to bid a goodbye.. For a new start"
He took a flower from the Gajra she'd bought from near the siddhivinayak temple and raised it over the water which glimmered under the moonlight.
"Here lies Sukanya Ranawat, "
Abhishek said with a smile on his face, while Ahvi pushed back her tears
As much as it hurts him to think About her death. .
It was better to leave it in the past
Ahvi smiled gently while picking up her own flower
"Here lies Sukanya Ranawat"
Ahvi said
"A sister"
"A friend"
Abhishek continued, his eyes never leaving ahvi's who looked up at him
"An overachiever"
Aaj vi continued with a low laugh, wiping her tears away
"A woman"
"The girl who dressed her younger sister as a tomato for a fancy dress"
Ahvi said making Abhishek let our a low chuckle which made her head flutter.
"A daughter"
Abhishek said while still holding his laughs
"A lover... "
Ahvi said with a smile while Abhishek's smile died and he out up a smile which never reached his eyes
His eyes never left her honey brown eyes which shimmered under the moonlight
She was beautiful...
And with that Ahvi sailed away the flower, bidding goodbyes and farewell to sukanya followed by Abhishek
For a new beginning, of their Lives.
(🐴— katze said vo inko khush mi rlhegi guys...mera mood kharab hua to lo tumhara bhi krdiya)
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Play:— Sanam re by Mithoon
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Shweta sat in the room too engaged in the diary she had read of Ira, and this 'irika' she kept referring to. She wanted to know who Ira wanted to speak to, who she wanted to convey her pain to.
Irika
Irika
Irika
Irika...
The name kept rotating in her head every now and then...mocking her, making it hard to concentrate on the work in hand
She tried to Google about Ira but she found nothing more than a few pictures of her which were out of some parties she had attended with Daksh, in which she particularly looked lost...and out of place..
In a minute detail she found a small bruise here and there on her neck or wrist.
Or about her sons and husband including her birth and death date where it clearly stated 'suicide' many Wikipedia pages mentioned that she had cheated and had been caught due to which she committed suicide.
"Bullshit"
(A/N- how dare they😡 kaha hai Jay pappa)
Shweta mumbled while scrolling through the shit posted on the internet about someone like her...
Rajvansh' had always been in the limelight being one of the biggest industries in Asia adding to their public attention. But that didn't mean people could write baseless shit.
"Explains why Jay gets too raged on media attention"
Shweta continued scrolling, her curiosity driving her to dig deeper for any more clues about Ira. Suddenly, a thought struck her.
What if Irika is somehow connected to Ira?
"Why would someone write letters to a woman they’ve never met? There has to be a reason,"
she muttered under her breath, her fingers quickly typing on the keyboard, searching for Irika's name along with Ira's old surname.
"Irika Mathur,"
she typed, just as the screen went dark. A strong hand slammed down on her laptop.
"What the hell?"
she muttered, looking up, only to meet a pair of piercing green eyes filled with raw anger. The intensity in the gaze sent a chill down her spine.
(🐴—waht in the phaking phakk?)
"J...ay?"
Her voice trembled, a nervous gulp catching in her throat as she recognized the mistake she’d just made.
She knew exactly how he'd reacted the last time she touched something hed denied.
"I told you not to go through my things, nemesis, then why? "
he murmured, his voice low and dangerously calm, like a storm on the horizon.
His green eyes gleamed with a dark intensity, the kind that made her blood run cold even as his hand clenched around the leather diary.
The muscles in his arm flexed, his rage controlled only for the woman who stood before him.
"Jay... I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to break your trust—"
Shweta didn't give two shits about anyone's so called statements but there was something she knew she'd done wrong, something she shouldn't have done.
(🐴—acha khel hai har din koi na koi isy todh jata hai bhai tu insan hai ya rajpal yadav? )
Shweta’s words faltered, but she was cut off as Ranvijay moved with smooth precision while snatching the diary.
His other hand gripped her wrist with surprising tenderness, as if he was afraid to hurt her.
She followed him instinctively, her heart racing as she wondered what he was planning.
With a faster pace led her into the study, the door slamming shut behind them with a force that made her breath hitch.
She blinked gently to absorb the light of the study, taking in the surroundings when she was suddenly spun around, her chest meeting his hard muscles making her gently gasp.
Without a word, he shoved her gently onto the desk, his hands never leaving her body as he positioned her in place.
The glass surface of the desk caught the dim light, reflecting her nervous, cold-eyed expression as he stood over her, his towering presence enveloping her.
She had never seen him like this before—not with her, and certainly not with anyone.
And, to be honest, she’d never put herself in a position like this before, either,sl she'd always respected everyone's privacy But there was something about this diary she couldn't keep herself away from.
But for Ranvijay, this was nothing new. The cold, raw truth settled in her stomach as she realised that for him, this was just another game of tangled emotions, one he was growing tired of playing.
"Was it all just sympathy?"
His voice was quiet, but the venom in it was undeniable.
"All those words, her coming back, giving me a chance—was it all just a way for you to feel good about yourself?"
The air between them was thick with tension, and she could feel the weight of his hurt bearing down on her.
(A/N— no Jay she aftyt does like you for you😭😭😭 baby aisa nai hai)
(🐴—katze tu kya bolri h kamini tune hi likha hai)
It was a pain that wasn’t just about the present, but something deep, something long buried. He exhaled slowly, as if trying to contain something that was about to explode.
"I actually thought you'd be different,"
he continued, his voice steady but layered with an unmistakable bitterness.
"Or maybe you saw something different in me than what everyone else sees—a man with a dead mother."
His words cut deeper than she expected, each one slicing through her feelings and emotions.
His breath was calm, almost cold,
but his eyes—those green eyes—were dark, like a storm brewing, and the magnetic pull of his intensity made her feel small.
"I wasn’t trying to hurt you, Jay..."
Her voice was shaky, apologetic, and yet, confused, as though she didn't even understand herself.
She'd never want to hurt him, he was taking her feelings for him all wrong.
"I’m sorry for her, but I just wanted to know about you."
Her words hung in the air, but they felt hollow. She realized how her own stupid curiosity had led him to believe she was just like everyone else who had walked out or taken advantage of his pain.
"Was I dead?"
he asked, his voice laced with an ache that burned into her chest. His green orbs stare into hers with a hint of hurt stirring beneath.
"You could have asked me. But instead, you went through scars I buried away? "
It wasn’t just a question; it was a wound, an open scar that he had kept hidden, and her careless probing had made it bleed.
The hurt in his voice wasn’t just from her actions—
it was from years of being misunderstood, of having his soul reduced to something broken and discarded.
She had wounded him deeper than she realized.
"So tell me yourself Jay, what about the scars on your back? "
Shweta said, her hands gripping his collar lightly making him look up at her.
His eyes lowered down to her slightly taken aback by her question.
"You don't want to know about it. "
His voice was slow, dangerous and hurt like he was holding up to his emotions.
"I.Need.To.Know"
She said, her voice demanding her answers
She had the right to know, he'd barely communicate, she had no other way than to stalk his privacy.
His grip turned loose on her waist, his eyes turned distant and cold, he took a step back, while she sensed the guilt in the loss of his touch.
He gently slid the metal bin from beside the desk, the metal dragging against the floor, his intense eyes never leaving hers.
Her eyes widened when he dropped the leader diary down in the bin with a thud, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes which he immediately hid with a frown.
He slowly moved behind the desk, fidgeting in the drawer while shweta's breaths hitched sensing him right being her.
"You wanna know the answer, nemesis? '
He rambled through the drawer while he breath hit her ear, sending shivered down her spin while she nodded her head lightly.
She finally exhaled out the breath she was holding when he finally came in front of her, a red glass reflecting in his hand..
He held the lighter up, while it ignited with an orange hue of flames.
"Jay.. Stop! "
Shweta said, while trying to push herself down the desk when she realised what he was up to.
The lighter dropped into the metal bin, the pages of It's diary crumbling as the flames licked the edges of the pages.
Shweta could only watch while her raced, a helplessness settling deep within her.
This was more than just a diary
It was a lifeline of truth
Which was now turned to ashes.
"YouYou wanted to know right? "
His eyes settled straight into hers,
His jaw clenched while his hands clenched into his sides.
"Mr Rajvansh loved displaying his power over people"
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(A/N—this picture got me daydreaming)
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Play:— Zara zara by bombay jayashri
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"You can't be mad at me.! Come on grow up Aarav!"
Anika's face laced with irritation while trailing behind Aarav who made his way towards their room at a faster pace than usual.
His face was deprived of any emotion,
Was he.. Jealous?
"He's my ex Aarav, he contacted me and we talked because he was once my friend"
Anika said with a gulp, she didn't know why she was even explaining herself to him, was she affected by him being mad at her?.
His eyes darkened when he looked at her finally after closing the door shut as he made his way towards her.
His eyes mixed with a hint of rage and possessiveness.
He clenched her jaw rougher than he'd ever held her which automatically made a low gasp escape from her lips.
He was the being soft like he usually was, his eyes we're laced with irritation and jealousy.
His deep brown whiskey eyes looked deep into hers making a shiver run down her spine, his hand positioning was making her head spin the way she'd never experienced with anyone before.
She'd never admitted it but he was hot, he could make me fall to her knees and she'll do it like 'a good kitten' like he says.
(A/N— same pinch💋)
His other hand crawled to her hip as he squeezed it gently, making her moan out at the sensation of his big, rough hand on her clothed lower.
Her throat went dry, deprived of water and moisture when his hands slowly sought its way on the hem of the leggings.
his warm, rough hands in contact with her bare skin made her squeeze her legs shut, her own teeth gazed her lower lip to prevent making noises she'd be ashamed of later, she could feel her buds getting rough and attentive
She'd never felt this before,
She knew must be looking-desperate.
But he was too damn hot, too addictive to push back.
Aarav’s fingers traced the hem of her leggings, his touch both rough and tender.
"Tell me you want this, kitten"
His voice, low and commanding, sent a shiver through her. She nodded, barely able to form words, feeling utterly exposed under his gaze.
His voice came out rough, dominating.
Even though he was asking her a question, she was lost at how raspy he sounded under the effect of alcohol.
"Words, kitten-words"
He said roughly while his other hand cupped her throat creating a veiny, muscular necklace around it which caused her heart to race faster than light.
She couldn't speak, her mind was intensely occupied on the way his hand felt on her body, his eyes on her ,
The way he made her core throb for his attention.
"I Said -Words"
He said, his hands gripping her hips tighter, grip on Anika's throat tightening not enough to make her choke but pleasurable enough to cause her eyes to roll back.
"yes-Aa..rav"
he wasn't the Aarav she knew he was.
Not cheezy, bratty or playboyish
But rough, dominating and intimidating
And she was loving every inch of it
"Good girl"
He said and suddenly she wasn't't on the floor anymore, her lips weren't free like before.
His hands encircled her waist while he picked her up.
His hands on her hips and lips attacked hers in a rough gesture, seeking immediate entrance inside her mouth which caused her legs to involuntarily wrap around his muscled torso covered under his black t-shirt.
Her South throbbed with need as the alcohol from his mouth mixed in hers.
Her hands held his rough, freshly-shaved face, he had a beautiful wheatish tone which glowed under the dim lighting of the room.
Suddenly she was lost of the moisture of his tongue which wandered in her mouth as he dropped her on the bed.
The soft mattress made her gently bounce while she looked up at him,
Her baby blue eyes wide while panting and trying to catch air from the intense makeout they'd just had.
Her body rested on her elbows, looking up at him
'Gosh I must be looking like a mess'
Anika's face flushed in embarrassment
"My perfect mess.. "
He muttered making her face flush red while he pulled his T-shirt out while he walked towards the bed in a teasingly slow pace.
Her eyes shamefully scanned his body like she'd never seen it before, his sun-kissed skin slightly glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.
He made his way towards her like a man starved and crawled up on the bed right above her.
She could see the dark gleam in his whiskey eyes, his dark brown hair was a hot mess over his half-lidded drunk eyes.
His hand wasted no time to dip between her shut thighs and part them while settling one of his knees between them, arousing her with every move he made.
"Lift your hips, kitten"
H said, Anika's body worked like a robot to his commands as she lifted her hips up against the slope above his knee,
A rough chuckle escaped his lips, his hand resting on her cheek and other on her hips to support it up against him.
His hand on her cheek slowly went down her body towards the hem of her leggings while he tucked them over the hem of her soaked underwear.
"May I?"
He mumbled right beside her ear, making me shiver under his touch as she nodded greedily.
'God I needed him to touch me
And not leave me high and dry like he always does'
Anika's mind ran high with desire
"Words kitten-words"
He mumbled biting the nip of Anika's ear causing a low moan to escape her lips, his fingers teasing the edge of her panties.
"yes"
That was the only approval he'd wanted and suddenly she was deprived of her leggings which he practically ripped off from his hand on her back and underwear which he took down with the two of his fingers.
"you've no idea what you've got yourself into.. Kitten"
His hot breath hit her ear while a moan escaped her mouth when she felt his fingers trace around her South.
"you're so wet"
Anika could practically feel him chuckle while his chest ruffled with the chuckle.
"So wet.. And so mine"
He slid the two of his fingers in, making her eyes roll back, his teeth grazing her ear and hips still on the slope of his knee between her thighs.
"You're tight"
He groaned , making anika's heart race faster on the sounds he made, so hot.
His fingers were long, strong and rough against her, his other hand moved to the curve of her breast covered by the tank top, pulling it up slightly.
She could feel his fingers move inside me, to the first knuckle and she could already feel it too deep in her, caressing the walls while he deprived her of the top.
Leaving her barely in her chest clad in a bra while he lips moved towards her cleavage to leave his claim over her.
She could tell he was holding back, even when he was drunk, he didn't want to hurt her.
His fingers carried his pace slowly at first as he gained it's pace faster, deeper while causing her to moan out loud with every stroke and thrust.
He would occasionally pull out completely and thrust back to a new depth, he is was getting rough, as if losing his control and patience.
He hit a spot and she practically could see stars at his fingers moving at a pace she'd never thought about.
"A-arav"
Anika barely took his name out when he rubbed that spot sensually in a slow pace before thrusting at it roughly.
She was so close, so close to shudder under his fingers.
"I'm gonna-"
She could barely mumble, she was witnessing stars already, he was perfect.
"Come for me kitten"
He said, making her body go insane at the sound of his voice against her.
His head dipping from her cleavage to between her thighs, his tongue teasing the entrance while his fingers continued its torturous pace, gently nipping his teeth on the sensitive flesh.
His head crawled in the abdomen while she finally felt the knot untangle as she shuddered when his fingers hit the spot again, his teeth nipping the sensitive flesh of her entrance.
"Remember.kitten you're mine and none of those exes of yours get to listen to that sweet little voice of yours"
(A/N— sorry I can only write trauma smut wmut I cannot write bhai, 😭)
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Play- mann mera by gajendra verma
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The air breeze hit her face, her hair waving gently in the air, the darkness of the night evident in the sky, a lone tear escaped her eyes.
The night was lonely
But less than what she felt.
All she wanted to do was help someone but ended up being called out like a criminal.
Although Harsh did take her side,she felt weak, stupid to be dependent on someone to take a stand for her, someone who himself had hurt her.
Till when?
Her hands grasped the balcony railing, looking down at her fingers wrapped around the black material of the Blade's body.
(🐴— KHUDKHUSHII (self-happiness)
All the hurt, guilt, terror of sleeping in her own room thinking someone would barge in like once zaid did.
The trauma was evident, the scars were still fresh like someone had roughly peeled off the bandaid and made them bleed intensely.
Till when would she be scared to
Live...
"Pari?!"
(A/N- pari hu mai😡)
The warden's call made the young girl flinch, and she quickly tugged her cardigan over her scars.
"Look, girl, someone's finally here to adopt you. If you don’t get accepted this time, I'll shove you back where we found you...the streets."
Her voice stung, and Pari, barely twelve years old, pushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear as the warden gripped her cheeks firmly.
"Good. Now don’t do anything stupid."
The warden shoved her face away, and Pari blinked back at the tears that dared to escape her brown doe eyes.
When footsteps echoed in the hallway, the warden pasted a smile on her lips, squeezing Pari's hand tightly as a warning. Pari flinched and peeked nervously from behind the warden’s sari.
A couple approached, dressed sensibly. The woman looked at Pari with a mixture of sadness and longing, her face growing pale as she took in the small figure hiding behind the warden. Pari instinctively tightened her grasp on the sari, wishing to disappear.
"Move aside,"
the woman said, her calm facade crumbling as she broke away from her husband's side.
She hurried to Pari, who hid back in anxiety. The woman took her arm, gently pulling her forward, and knelt down to meet Pari’s gaze.
"Rushika?"
she whispered, eyes filling with tears as she cupped Pari’s cheeks, examining her closely, unaware of the child’s panicked breathing.
"Rushikaa!"
She cried, wrapping her arms around the confused girl.
"I’m not Rushika… I-I’m P-Pari,"
Pari stammered, unsure why the woman was calling her by another name.
The woman didn’t seem to hear. She ran her fingers through Pari’s hair, tears streaming down her face as she held the child tightly.
"Kaha chali gayi thi, Rushi? Pata hai, mumma kitni dar gayi thi, hmm?" she mumbled, crying into Pari’s hair.
(Where were you, Rushika? Do you know how scared Mumma was?)
"Look, Kamal, Our daughter is here. I told you she’s alive!"
She called back to her husband with an excited glim on her face while her husband gazed at them from behind ,his own tears as he watched his wife embracing the little girl in her arms.
"I’m not Rushika...I’m Pari!"
Pari insisted anxiously, her voice tight with frustration as they continued to call her by the wrong name.
"Oh please give me a moment"
The warden’s grip tightened on Pari’s hand as she pulled her aside, out of earshot of the couple.
"Listen, girl,"
The warden hissed
"The couple lost a daughter, and now you’re going to fill her place. You’ll learn to be Rushika, and you’ll please your new parents."
Pari winced, the little girl's chest tightening as she looked away, tears dared to leave her eyes.
"I’m Pari,"
she whispered, cheeks reddening at the thought of giving up her name, her self.
"Look, Pari,"
the warden said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"You want to be loved, don’t you?"
Pari nodded, her heart longing for a family. But not as someone else.
"Then learn to be Rushika. Forget Pari.
They love Rushika, not you.
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(🐴—wait so she was forced to pretend like someone her while life wtf? Wallk talk and sit like her)
The knife hovered over her wrist as she shut her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks.
"I'm... sorry,"
she whispered, biting her lip as she pressed the blade's dark handle gently against her skin.
She was ready to end it all.
to stop living a life forced upon her, to stop pretending to be someone else just to feel loved and cared for.
She longed for peace, for an escape from nights filled with fear, always on edge as if someone might harm her.
Someone might crawl into her room through the window and try to harm her again.
her eyes flew open when she felt a hand on her wrist.
In a swift motion, she was spun around, the knife dropping from her grip.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Harsh's voice pierced the air, sending shivers down her spine.
His dark eyes bore into her, his
breathing heavy as if he had rushed to reach her. His long fingers
gripped her soft wrist, and a few strands of his hair fell over his
forehead.
"Leave me harsh, please let me end it all"
She tried to grasp her hand away from his, tears never came to an end from flooding down her redenned cheeks.
"Please at least let me die! "
But he didn't budge, staring down at her while she struggled to get away from his grasp while his tall figure stood in front of hers.
"I hate you! So much for everything"
Her eyes we're blur, she shivered in his grasp to get away from him, she didn't want his comfort. never
"This isn't the solution bird"
His voice was calm like a gentle breeze in a storm, his eyes softened when he realized how broken she was.
How much he'd broke
No, not broken
How much he'd shattered her
Her head hit his chest, her tears wetting his shirt while her hands involuntarily clutched the collar for comfort.
"I hate myself"
She sniffed, unaware of whatever she was mumbling, drowning in the oceans of lonliness.
(A/N— FIRST HUG😡😭)
"I don't wanna be 'her' "
Her voice broke in a hiccup while he stood there in shock, still while she cried on his chest.
"W..hy m..e?"
"Why is it always me! "
She complained while hitting his chest, her emotions taking better of her.
The amount of times she's been hurt
Once more and she'll break.
"I didn't like to wear skirts or forcks
I did it because she used to like it"
Rushika's voice broke in a hiccup, her head burried in harsh's muscled chest.
She hated him
But this was the only time she'd actually felt protected all her life.
Even in her own house she felt the pressure of being her adoptive parents' dead daughter for their love and attention.
Kamal and tanya knew their daughter was dead, they still searched for their Rushika in the 12 year old Pari.
"You did nothing wrong bird"
His hand made it'sway towards her hair to comfort her, but he held it back.
(🐴— gala daba ke bhag jao phir kaho you did nothing chidiya)
Knowing that he was one of the people who caused her tears, who caused her to want to end her life.
What if he'd been late,
What if he couldn't save her today?
He would've never be able to forget himself if something happed to her.
Rushika's sobs died in his arms, her breaths coming slow while she went limp in his arms.
Harsh's charcoal eyes gazed down only to find her peacefully sleep while sobbing and complaining about not wanting to be someone else.
Harsh’s mind raced as he watched her drift off, the weight of her words sinking in.
What was she talking about?
He didn’t fully understand her pain, but he could feel the depths of it, raw and untamed, spilling over.
Her dark lashes rested against her tear-stained cheeks, the dampness catching the light, her face buried against his chest as if she’d found a fragile comfort there.
Her hand remained clenched around his shirt, unwilling to let go even in her broken state.
Carefully, he slid one arm under her back and the other beneath her knees, lifting her with a gentleness that felt foreign to him. The weight of her trust and pain was heavier than her body in his arms.
(A/N- bridal pick up😭 I'm so single)
Walking down the hall, he brought her to the guest room she’d been staying in for a few months, each step laced with guilt that clawed at him like a dark reminder of the role he’d played in her suffering.
And he knew murdering a few men would never pay for killing her alive
He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, pulling away just as his phone buzzed.
Glancing at the screen, his face hardened.
"Vansh was not alone."
The message sent a chill down his spine. He cast one last look at her, unease creeping in as shadows seemed to gather in the room.
(🐴— KATZE 1 AUR VILLIAN KA GOTE PADHA MAINE TO MAI HOSPITAL ME MILUNGA)
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Hey guyss...
I was so so so anxious while writing this chapter cause I was unsure about what would you guys feel about this
I literally had a major headache for 3 nights while writing but anything for y'all, your love the medicine.... 🤍🤍
Do share your thoughts on this chapter I really feel so discouraged to write...
Heyyy loffs 💋
Did you like the chapter???
Now we're left with a few questions—
—Kya author abhi Ranvijay ko khush dikhayegi?? Noooo
—rancijay thinks shweta is pitying him??
—Is the author going to spoil things between Ranvijay and shweta
—Jay's scene broke me ahh my poor baby
—a goodbye to sukanya? What is author planning now?
—ABHISHEK IS SUCH A GREEN FLAG🍀
—finally?? AARNIKA smut aa hi gya
—Rishika ka backstory broke me into pieces
—HARSH RUSHIKA KA FIRST HUG HARSGIKA FAM🤍😃🍀😻🤍😡💋😡
—Who was with vansh? Who's t xt is it?
Good byeeee
Loff youhh💋💋🤍