DREAMY TALES

Arylie || The Dilemma ||

This scene is set during the Aryan-Imlie wedding era, where Imlie is in denial about marrying Aryan.

Friday, 11:20 AM, at the Tripathi Residence.

Imlie descended the stairs with deliberate caution, each step taken with the utmost care to avoid a misstep. Her head was spinning due to her lack of proper meals, all thanks to the great  Aryan Singh Rathore.

As she reached the bottom step, her gaze lifted and locked onto Aditya Kumar Tripathi, who was staring at her with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. Determined to avoid a confrontation, she attempted to walk past him, but his accusatory words froze her in her tracks.

" I'm warning you once again, Imlie. Back off from this marriage. Aryan Singh Rathore is just using you against us," Aditya spat venomously, his voice laced with bitterness.

Imlie had endured enough. She knew Aryan would never use her as a pawn; he had made that abundantly clear during their initial tumultuous days.

Hadn't he?

"I don't bloody need help from anyone,Imlie."

"And if I wanted revenge, I certainly wouldn't use you as a weapon."

Hadn't he clarified this when she became a feature writer? It was no coincidence that the topic of contention back then was also Aditya.

"And what makes you think, Aditya Sir, that Abp is using me?" Imlie retorted sharply, her patience wearing thin.

"Imlie, he's Aryan Singh Rathore. Do you really think he would accept a mere employee as his wife without any ulterior motive? He's using you against us. You're not that important to him, Imlie. He doesn't even consider you a friend," Aditya mocked with a sneer, his words dripping with contempt.

" Hum dost nahii haii, Imlie."

She recalled Aryan saying this countless times, but his actions spoke differently. A mere boss wouldn't risk his life to follow her to Pagdandiya, a perilous area, just to ensure her safety.

The backup had already rescued the other employees, leaving only her and Aditya amidst the chaos. Yet, Aryan chose to intervene personally.

It was crystal clear that Aryan didn't rush to Pagdandiya to save Aditya. Who was left then? His only employee, who stayed with him, was renting a room in his home.

" Aap chahe toh issey maar sakte hai, lekin yaad rahe. Aapke aur iske beech khada hai, Aryan Singh Rathore."

She vividly remembered how Aryan was willing to risk his own life for her.

"You blindly trust him, but has he ever trusted you?" Aditya accused her again, his voice rising with frustration.

"You know what, Imlie? Aaj gadi tum drive karoge."

She recalled how Aryan tossed her the keys to his cherished car, Mrs. Lambi Gadi, despite it being his most precious possession, a gift from his beloved Jiju.

"You can't break anyone's trust, Imlie, because I trust you."

She remembered that morning when a new day dawned in Pagdandiya, a symbol of new beginnings.

"Imlie, he's Aryan Singh Rathore, the multi-billionaire. Do you really think he would marry an undergraduate like you? He doesn't even consider you his equal."

"I'm ready to rest at home if Imlie takes the CEO position today."

She remembered the immense trust Aryan placed in her that day, entrusting her with such a significant responsibility. And she had let him down for the Tripathis.