Unforeseen Destinies

Love Eruption

In a realm where memories waltz with emotions, Akshara found solace in the tapestry of her past with Abhimanyu. 

Amidst the symphony of nostalgia, an intrusive alarm shattered her reverie, marking the dawn at 7:00 am. The looming Mafia party beckoned her, though the shadows whispered of a nocturnal affair. Donning a simple ensemble of darkness - a black crop top, a matching shrug, and jeans - she exuded an aura of mystery and chill. 

Behind her eyes, a flicker of wrath danced, restrained by a well of patience holding back the urge for retribution against those who altered their destinies. As she descended, her gaze lingered on a photograph capturing their erstwhile happiness, a testament to the storm brewing within her.

In the heart of the home, Akshara's father and aunt conversed, while she gravitated towards the kitchen. 

There, she encountered Peter, to whom she entrusted letters destined for Abhimanyu. 

"Peter!!.. Please give this to Abhimanyu.."- Peter, the bearer of missives, received her words with a silent vow, tucking them into his coat.

 Meanwhile, Abhimanyu's demeanor mirrored his own turmoil as he mechanically consumed his breakfast, his emotions veiled. 

"Abhi...."- Krish, a pillar of silent strength, offered his support, a silent pact between them. 

"Sir.. Peter Atkinson has came... He wants to meet Mr. Birla.."- Yet, a disruption emerged in the form of a guard, heralding Peter's arrival - a visit Abhimanyu welcomed with indifference.

"Here... "- Despite his detachment, Peter delivered a letter, triggering a tempest within Abhimanyu as he grappled with Akshara's penned emotions, tearing the missive asunder in a surge of emotions. 

"Abhimanyu... I know...I broke your heart, and trust too. There is no going back, and trust me if there was a way, I would change the timeline. I want to tell you something, my memories has regained. But kya karun?? You made me fall in love with you again, irrevocably, irreversibly, unconditionally again.. Abhi...I just want to tell you that.. Come to the Mafia Party today.. I want to tell you something... And pta hain.. today I was so engrossed in our memories, our first day of college, our confession, our first kiss, our first love making. You know, I still remembered the feeling when your lips touched mine. And one more thing, when we made love two days ago, I was in my senses, my memories was intact, and because of my known persons, I postponed the Mafia party, as I want to spend some time with you.....And in the afternoon, I am coming to your mansion. Wait for me love.."

Another letter, from Akshara herself, followed suit, unraveling a tale of shattered hearts and unspoken truths.

"And my bachas.. Abhinav and Arohi.. I still remember of us being together, having fun, teasing your brother... Aru, I know you are a responsible woman now, but take care of your Bhaiyaa, till I come. Hmm??.. Abhinav, don't worry, I am still your bhabhi.. Got it??"

Akshara's words echoed in Abhimanyu's mind, stirring a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within him. 

As he read her heartfelt letters, he felt the weight of her unspoken truths and shattered hopes. Each torn page was a testament to the growing chasm between them, a rift widening with every unspoken word. 

Meanwhile, Peter lingered in the background, a silent witness to the unfolding drama, his presence a reminder of the tangled web of emotions that bound them all together. 

In the midst of it all, Krish remained a steadfast ally, his unwavering support a beacon of hope in the stormy sea of emotions. 

And so, as the morning unfolded, hearts were broken, truths were revealed, and the fragile threads of their relationships were tested like never before. .

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Akshara told her father about her meetings with someone and the thing which surprised her that he didn't even bother to ask about something. 

She felt relieved, took two guards which were sent by Abhimanyu. 

She reached Birla Mansion, standing at the threshold. 

"Ma'am!! Abhinav Sir, Arohi Ma'am and your brother and sister-in-law has gone for some work"- A maid spotted her, and said her about them. 

Her smile was regained when she saw Abhimanyu, holding her wrist, dragging her to their room. He pinned her to the wall, latching her soft skin on her neck, kissing, sucking and biting them, leaving a dark purple mark. 

Akshara bit her lower lip, suppressing her moans. She felt alive again, felt good. She know the next moment, she would been thrown on the bed, their clothes lying on the floor, leaving them in their heated session of love making. 

And to be true, it happened as same as she thought. After a heated session of three rounds without any break, she laid on the bed, breathing heavily.