"Pehle pyaar ko bhulate bhulate jab dusri baar pyaar aaega to jodne se jada tod ke jaega!"
Trying to suppress the pull they felt, he made rudeness his facade yet her tears twirling everything inside him. The urge in him to protect her only to ruin h...
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"I can't forget him like it was nothing!" she lowered her gaze not daring to look in his eyes. "And why should you suffer for my deeds? Not that it's your fault." She mumbled her voice barely audible. "Then go and tell them, simple." He shrugged.
"I can't. That's why I want you to." She matched his gaze "Why should I? So I can be the villain and you get all the sympathy?" he raised an eyebrow, her expressions turn to offense.
"Aap unhein bata dijiye ki hum kisi or ko cahte hai or kaun chahega ki uski biwi kisi aur mard se pyaar kare!" she fought the tears threatening to fall masking a calm facade yet a tear slipped down her cheek.
(You tell them that I love someone else and who would want his wife to love another man!)
"Uske baad? Pehla ladka milte hi phere karwa denge aapke bina kuch puche!" he snapped irritated at her stupidity, she nodded miserably.
(And after that, they'll marry you off to the first guy they find, without even asking for your opinion.)
"Kisi or se kar sakti ho to humse kyu nahi?!" his intrusive thoughts won over his sanity as the words rolled out of his mouth. "Not like he is coming back. You'll have to get married someday, if not today." He added composing himself again.
"Agar wapas aagae to?" she whispered, her tear-filled eyes meeting his cold ones.
(If he came back then?)
"To hum aapko ushi waqt is rishte se aazad kardenge bina kisi ko kuch kahe!"
(Then I'll free you from this marriage right then without saying anything to anyone.)
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The loud bangs followed by sharp knocks cut through a rainy night drown in lightening on a secluded house in the outer skirts of the city.
A lady in a cotton kurti walked towards the door her face covered with sweat, her eyes filled with unfamiliar fear. With her one hand she held her hairs in a rough bun opening the door with the other.
Her movement halted taking in the figure standing in front of her drenched in the rain his forehead was covered with his black hairs falling messily, his wet shirt putting his abs on show, on stumbling feet he tried to stand straight with support of the door frame.
He was completely taken over by the effect of alcohol but her concern was the pistol in his one hand his white sleeves slowly turning red.
Her eyes brimmed with tears; this was the least she wanted to see "I am sorry for troubling you but please allow me to stay for a night. I don't have defense, they will kill me. I don't want to die like this. I want to find her, spend my life with her."
His voice laced with desperation churn her heart pulling him inside she closed the door "Randheer!" an exasperation sigh left past her lips as cries of a baby filled the background.
Yoo people, Use headphones for better experience. This was just a peek in their lives. A journey filled with anticipation and twists and turns yet the soules burning in unconditional love. VOTE and COMMENT your views and follow me on @the_fictionally to get the latest spoilers and updates.
