Unexpectly Yours:The Journey Of An Arranged Marriage

PRT 58

As soon as they entered their room, Abhay dropped his bag on the floor and sat down on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the ground. His usual calm and collected demeanor was gone, replaced by a distant, haunted look. Kavya could feel his discomfort radiating from him.

Kavya (softly, approaching him):
"Abhi... I know you're thinking about her."

He didn't respond immediately, his jaw tight and his fists clenched. Kavya gently knelt in front of him, placing her hands on his knees, forcing him to look at her. Her touch brought him back to the present.

Kavya (calmly, her eyes filled with understanding):
"I wasn't there when it happened the first time. But I did see what it did to you. And I'm not going to let her hurt you again—not now, not ever."

Abhay's eyes softened at her words. For a long time, he had carried the burden of that night alone, but Kavya had always been his safe space, the one person he could be vulnerable with. He took a deep breath, his voice breaking slightly.

Abhay (quietly, his hands shaking):
"She's back, Kavya... and I don't know how to deal with it this time."

Kavya moved to sit beside him, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him close. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he trembled as he tried to hold himself together.

Kavya (firmly, but gently):
"You don't have to deal with it alone anymore. I'm your wife now, Abhi. I'll fight for you, just like I did before."

The party was in full swing—laughter, music, and clinking glasses filled the air as the team celebrated their recent victory. Abhay, though present, was more reserved than usual. Kavya could sense his unease, especially with Aparna lingering around the venue. Ever since she returned, he had been struggling, and Kavya made it a point to stay close to him throughout the night.

But amidst the chaos, Kavya was pulled into a conversation with the other wives, and that's when Aparna saw her opportunity.

Abhay had stepped away to grab a drink from the bar when Aparna slid up next to him, her demeanor predatory, her smile sickly sweet.

Aparna (leaning closer, her voice low and sultry):
"You didn't think I'd let you off that easily, did you? You still owe me a lot, Abhay."

Abhay's pulse quickened, and he stepped back, his expression rigid with discomfort. He tried to walk away, but Aparna grabbed his wrist, her nails digging into his skin.

Aparna (in a whispered tone, tugging him closer):
"You know I always get what I want. It's only a matter of time."

His heart pounded in his chest. The memories of what she did to him resurfaced with brutal clarity. His breath grew shallow, panic creeping in. He tried to pull his hand away, but Aparna's grip was firm. He felt trapped, just like that night so long ago.

Kavya, sensing something was off, scanned the room for Abhay. Her eyes widened in alarm when she spotted Aparna cornering him by the bar. The way Abhay's shoulders tensed, the fear in his eyes—it sent a chill down her spine.

Without a second thought, she made her way toward them, pushing through the crowd. As she got closer, she saw Aparna's hand on Abhay's arm, her body language too close for comfort.

Kavya (her voice sharp, furious as she reached them):
"Aparna! Step away from my husband, now!"

Aparna turned around, her smile faltering for just a moment before she composed herself. But before she could say anything, Kavya pulled Abhay away, placing herself between him and Aparna.

Kavya (her voice low, dangerous):
"Touch him again, and I swear, I won't be this calm next time."

Aparna's smugness returned as she tried to play innocent.

Aparna (feigning innocence):
"Oh, come on, Kavya. We were just talking—nothing serious."

Kavya's eyes narrowed, her fists clenched at her sides.

Kavya (icy, stepping closer to Aparna):
"I know exactly what you were doing. And trust me, if you ever try this again, it won't end well for you."

The tension was palpable, and Aparna's facade finally cracked. She realized she had no power over Abhay anymore, not with Kavya protecting him.

With a final glare, Kavya took Abhay's hand and led him away from the bar, back into the safer, warmer space of the party.

As they reached a quiet corner of the venue, Abhay's composure broke. His hands trembled, his breathing shallow, as the weight of the encounter with Aparna crushed him. He sank into a nearby chair, running his hands through his hair, trying to regain control over the spiraling emotions within him.

Abhay (his voice shaking, looking at Kavya with pleading eyes):
"She... she almost did it again. Kavya, I... I don't know what to do. It's like she's everywhere, and I can't... I can't escape her."

Kavya's heart broke seeing him like this—vulnerable, scared, the past reopening wounds he thought had healed. She knelt in front of him, taking his hands into hers, grounding him in the moment.

Kavya (softly, her eyes full of love and reassurance):
"Abhi, she can't hurt you anymore. I'm here now, with you. You're safe with me, always."

He looked into her eyes, the warmth of her words slowly calming the storm inside him. But he was still shaken, his body trembling as the memory of Aparna's touch lingered.

Abhay (whispering, his voice broken):
"Just... stay with me tonight. I need you to help me forget her. I need to feel your touch, not hers. I need you, Kavya."

Kavya knew exactly what he meant. This wasn't just about physical comfort—it was about reclaiming control, about replacing the darkness with their love. She nodded, her heart aching for him, but also filled with determination to help him heal.

She stood up, gently pulling him to his feet, and led him back to their hotel room. The moment the door closed behind them, Abhay pulled her into his arms, holding her as if she were his lifeline.

Abhay (his voice soft, desperate):
"I just want to forget her... I need you, Kavya. Only you."

Kavya kissed him softly, her hands cradling his face, reminding him of the safety and love that existed between them.

Kavya (whispering against his lips):
"You'll forget her, Abhi. With me, you'll only remember love, trust, and us."

Slowly, the intimacy between them grew, a quiet, shared understanding that this moment wasn't just about the physical—it was about healing. As their kisses deepened and their bodies intertwined, Kavya made sure every touch, every kiss, was filled with love, tenderness, and reassurance. This was their space, their sanctuary.

Abhay's grip on her tightened as they moved together, his breath heavy with relief rather than fear. Every touch of hers washed away Aparna's lingering presence, replacing it with warmth, passion, and a connection that ran deeper than words.

As the night progressed, Kavya made sure that Abhay felt cherished and whole. The trauma of the evening was slowly being drowned out by their love, the scars Aparna had left fading into the background.

Later, as they lay in bed, the quiet after their intimacy filled the room with a sense of peace. Abhay rested his head on Kavya's chest, her fingers gently running through his hair. He felt safe again, truly safe, knowing Kavya was his shield against the world's cruelty.

Abhay (quietly, his voice filled with gratitude):
"Thank you for always being there for me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Kavya smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead, her heart swelling with love for him.

Kavya (whispering):
"You never have to face anything alone, Abhi. I'll always be here."

As they drifted into sleep, Abhay felt lighter, the weight of Aparna's intrusion fading away. He had his wife, his protector, his love—and that was all he needed.

Together, they would face any challenge the world threw at them, and no one, especially not Aparna, could ever come between them again.

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