Six and Half years later, Virk Mansion
"How many times have I told you that don't fold clothes like this?!" Gurpreet scolded ferociously.
"Sorry Mummy Ji..."
"Tumhare sorry ka achaar dalu mein?" she yelled, and scoffed, "I don't know what my son saw in you and still does. Why does he like a useless cri..."
"I will fix it," she said meekly, interrupting Gurpreet, "and do all the other chores as well, don't worry."
"No thank you," she replied, "I don't want you to cause more trouble!" She huffed and walked out of the room.
"Ahh!" Jasmine shouted and threw the clothes on the floor, "iss budhiya ki toh mein...Ugh. She just needs the smallest mistakes to scold me."
"Then don't make mistakes," a dry,fury-filled voice said. Jasmine turned around to see Fateh trying to wear his watch as he gave her an icy glare.
"Fateh, I was just..." she tried to explain.
"Do all the house chores, get Mummy's permission," he said authoritatively, not letting her finish, "if you don't, then forget about your bonus."
"Fateh, stop it already," she said in irritation, "it's been more than six years, and yet..."
He forcefully pulled her close and gritted his teeth, "Exactly, it's been more than six years and I still haven't thrown you out of my life yet. If it wasn't for Mahi's marriage, I would have pushed you out of the house a long time ago!" He dug his nails in her arms, making her yelp, whispering, "What would have happened then? Hmm? Would you still have a roof on your head? Would Rupy uncle allow you back?" He pushed her forcefully, and she fell on the floor with a thud.
"Ouch," she wept, as her hand had accidentally hit the bed's edges.
"Remember your status," he said indifferently, "you are my servant. I pay you for the work. If you don't want to work, leave."
"Fateh," she cried, "how can you behave like this? How can you treat your Jassu like this, just for Tejo..."
"DON'T TAKE HER NAME!" He shouted, "Your filthy tongue will corrupt her purity."
"Right," she stood up, "she is pure. She is your goddess that can't be maligned. Then what am I? I am your love..."
"A servant," he replied firmly, "don't try to think ahead of yourself. Be glad I didn't make you my slave, else even the salary will stop. Do your work else I will get the termination contract, the divorce papers, ready." He glanced at her before walking out.
Jasmine collapsed on the ground and sobbed recalling the past six years. 'I have to do something,' she mused fearfully, 'now that everything is back to normal, he won't hesitate anymore. I must...I must...'
Dining Table
All the elders were seated, while Simran served them breakfast. "Beeji?" Gurpreet asked.
"Beeji is in her room," Simran replied, "she couldn't move hence I sent her the breakfast there." She was about to serve Kushbeer, but he raised his hand silently. Lowering her eyelashes, Simran placed the plate next to him.
"Amrik, what is the progress on the briquette factory's application for approval?" Khushbeer asked as he served himself the paratha.
"It's slow," Amrik sighed, "the file is still not..."
"Arre Fateh," Gurpreet said interrupting their talk, "come, have your breakfast."
Fateh was about to agree when Khushbeer sneered, "Sahi hai, important baat ko kaato aur aapne bighde hue bete ko sehelao."
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Treasurer of My Sparkle
Fanfiction"Tejo puttar, you have to promise me," Khushbeer spoke, "you will get married before Fateh and Jasmine's marriage else even their marriage won't happen." Tejo stumbled back, studying the man she perceived as her father, "Papaji..." "No puttar, you...
