Chap 14- Chaos
Yes there was chaos alright, but not infront of her but inside her. She has chosen to stay, and help and protect her friend. Friend, interesting how show period of time you consider somebody a friend, when you dont even know the person much. She is married, oh my god. Her dad , how will she tell him? She tried to find a phone around but couldnt find it. Aryan had gone to office, telling her to rest and take off.
Media made huge deal of Aryan Singh Rathore getting married. She doesnt like that kind of attention, she rather stay in house then stepping out for few days. She saw house help cleaning the living room when she went downstairs,
"Suniye?" She called out
"Ji memsaab?" The guy immediately left what he was doing and gave her full attention.
"Can i borrow your phone ? Or actually landline hai yaha?" She asked
"Ji madam, ye raha landline" he pointed to wall near the kitchen what it seems. She thanked and went to the phone dialing her father number. He immediately picked up and scolded her, they both cried . Then Imlie broke the news ,
her dad became hysterica and told her to come right away, she told him she will but with Aryan. The situation with media isnt good, her dad cut the off not wanting to listen further. Imlie expected that reaction from her father. Atleast she tolf him, one less thing to worry about. She didnt do anything whole day, she was anxious and fear had taken over. She decided to just clean around, to keep her mind off.
While she was cleaning, her waist was grabbed by someone. She almost screamed, it was Aryan but not the sane one. He was staring at her intensely, "You could have run away! Ye Aryan bhi na! Pata nai when he takes over me!!! " He said frustrated.
Imlie gathered her courage, released his hold and said , "Not to worry, I wont run away. I am married to you right? And torture me all you want , this timr i will fight back" she replied.
"Oh challenging me" he laughed "Aisa to kya good Aryan ne tumhe boldia? He will love you? Give you money? Honey nothing going to savw you from my torture. Dinner kia?" He asked suddenly frowning at her. She shook her head no.
"Perfect" he went into kitchen and got a bowl but it was covered. He took her hand , taking her upstairs. He locked the door, Imlie looked at angrily "Whats your problem, you dont have to grab me, i could have come upstairs myself" she huffed.
"Ssssh. Khao" he open the cover and in it was green chillies. Bowl of green chillies. " No" she crossed her hand over her chest , daring to say no.
"Ok" he took a blade out and kept on his wrist
"Your good boy Aryan will get hurt if you dont eat. One...twoooo" he started counting not giving her time to overcome shock when she saw the blade.
She grabbed the bowl, closed her eyes and started eating. She tried gulping them, her throat started burning. Her body was on fire, her hands trembling as she kept eating. Tears rolling down her cheeks, her body was burning . She threw the bowl once she didnt feel anything inside. She opened her eyes, he was standing there shocked , he grabbed the water jug and hand it to her.
Something snapped in him, his body language changed and real Aryan took over. He had tears in his eyes as he watched Imlie gulping down the jug.
She fell on floor, crying. Aryan kneeled down cupping her face "Please go from here, until i am here. Please, dont do this Imlie. You dont have to!!! Please!!" He grinded his teeth angry at himself.
Imlie shook her head but didnt reply. Aryan looked at and kissed her.
He felt burning sensation on his lips, as he parted.
"Please Imlie go!!! Run!!" He begged.
"No i wont! I want you to get help. Tomorrow somehow fight yourself, i have taken an appoitnment please!! Come with me! Lets get help" she didnt mind the kiss, it was so natural. So many emotions were going thru them.
"Why you doing this? I dont know what he will do next. Sorry for the kiss" he said
"Dont be sorry" and then suprising him she kissed him back.
And hugged him, assuring him that she is here. They dont need to express anything to each other as they sat there in each other arms.
