Unexpectly Yours:The Journey Of An Arranged Marriage

PART 37

[The day starts with a sense of normalcy at the practice field. The players are engaged in their usual drills, but an unsettling atmosphere looms as Aparna's intentions grow increasingly clear.]

{As practice wraps up, Abhay feels a sense of relief wash over him. He had managed to keep his distance from Aparna throughout the day, focusing solely on his performance. But as he heads to his locker, Aparna intercepts him, her expression a mix of determination and mischief.}

Aparna (stepping closer, her voice low): "You've been so focused on the team lately. Don't you think you need a little fun, Abhay?"

{Before he can respond, she reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder, then trails her fingers down his arm, her touch lingering. Abhay stiffens, a wave of discomfort crashing over him.}

Abhay (stepping back): "Aparna, we shouldn't—"

{But she doesn't let him finish. She takes a step closer, invading his personal space, her voice soft yet seductive.}

Aparna: "Come on, it's just a little harmless fun. You can trust me."

{He feels trapped, like a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes are sultry, and the warmth of her body makes him feel disoriented.}

Abhay: "No. I'm married, and I love my wife."

{But Aparna, undeterred, reaches out again, her hand brushing against his chest.}

Aparna: "You can't tell me you don't feel any spark between us."

{In that moment, Abhay feels a surge of anger mixed with confusion. He quickly pulls away, realizing he's being pushed into a situation he never wanted to be in.}

Abhay: "This isn't right."

{With a sudden burst of instinct, he turns and leaves, her laughter echoing behind him, taunting and unwanted. As he steps outside, the fresh air hits him, but he can still feel her fingers on him, making him feel dirty and violated.}

{Abhay's heart races as he navigates through the familiar streets, the world around him blurring into a haze. His mind is spinning—he can't shake off the feeling of her touch, the way she invaded his space. Guilt and shame wash over him, mixing with a sense of betrayal that tightens his chest.}

Abhay (thinking to himself): How could she think this was okay? I need to get home. I need to feel Kavya's warmth, her love. She's the only one who makes me feel right.

{As he finally arrives home, he pushes the door open with urgency. The familiar scent of their home comforts him, yet the unease remains.}

{He finds Kavya sprawled on their bed, scrolling through her phone, her hair cascading over the pillows. She looks up, her expression shifting from relaxation to concern as she notices his disheveled appearance.}

Kavya: "Hey! You're home early. Everything okay?"

{But all he can feel is the weight of the moment. He strides toward her, and in an instant, he crashes onto the bed beside her, his arms wrapping around her waist. Kavya's eyes widen in shock, but before she can ask further, he buries his face in her soft waist, inhaling her familiar scent—home, safety, love.}

{Kavya stiffens for a moment, surprised by the sudden intensity of his action, but quickly relaxes, wrapping her arms around him protectively.}

Kavya: "Abhishek ? What's wrong?"

{Her voice is soothing, filled with concern, but he can't muster the words. Instead, he lets the tears flow, releasing all the pent-up emotions he had kept hidden. His shoulders shake as he cries into her waist, feeling utterly vulnerable and ashamed.}