In Your Arms

Chapter 1

- The collision of Two Worlds -

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C H A P T E R   O N E

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"Stop, Stop, Stop!" Sanskar was closing his bakery's door when he heard a soft yet panicked voice. He turned around swiftly only to stumble as a girl fell in his arms out of nowhere. His eyes widen and lips parted a little in shock.

Her heavy bridal lehenga stung on his arm. The fabric was too hard for her delicate skin too. He frowned deeply and looked at her face.

A pair of big doe shaped eyes with a shade of brown. A sharp small nose with the big nose pin and pouty lips painted with bright red lipstick. Forehead adored with Maang tika. Smudged mascara and face filled with dust. Her bangles and earings chimed in the silent atmosphere. Sanskar could even hear her breathing sound. It was not a sight to be praised but still his heart skipped a beat.

"Please, save me!" She murmured and he heard fast footsteps from behind. He swiftly made her stand on her feet and opening the half locked door of his bakery pushed her in and motioned her to go in and hide. His mind went blank as she immediately walked in the dark.

"Ayee, Koi ladki dekhi yahan!?" Sanskar's heart thudded loudly. They were six in number. They had guns, knifes and even those, about whom Sanskar knows nothing. His palms turned sweaty as he pretended to lock the door.

"Y-yes! There, she ran there!" Sanskar pointed at the opposite direction and sparing him a last look the the men ran there. He was sure they won't be back soon.

He opened the door hurriedly and entered inside, looking for her. He switched on the lights and walked to the other end of the Bakery.

"Hey," He whispered as he saw her sitting on the floor with her back against the wall and head on her knees which were wrapped by her hands protectively. She looked up and he frozed taking in her presence again. His stomach churned at the sight of her. She was beautiful, so beautiful that he doubted if he has seen such a beauty in his life ever or was there any beauty like her?

"You are safe!" He broke the silence as she stood up infront of him. The next moment her chin wobbled and she crashed into his arms crying loudly. He stood there frozed not knowing what to do. Should he hug her back? Definitely no!

But still betraying his mind Sanskar's arm went up and he held her sobbing figure softly. He patted her back slowly and soon her sobbing reduced. She realized she was hugging a stranger. She wiped her tears and stepped back.

"T-hankyou, Thankyou so much. You helped me when my own people refused to. I will never ever forget what you did for me." She joined her hands in front of him and he nodded in no. Still looking at her intently.

"If my guess is right, You are not from here. Where did you come from?" He asked and she gulped in fear. He wondered if the place from where she came was filled with ghosts or scary people. She looked so fearful even on the mention of that place.

"Okay Okay, No need to tell. Please be comfortable. My house is near by. You can stay with me for a night and leave in the morning," Her eyes snapped at his invitation and he stepped back immediately thinking that she took him wrong which was actually true.

"No, I will manage," She replied softly, looking down at the floor.

"No, Please. I insist. I can't leave you on your own knowing you have goons following you." He ended slowly and noticed how she went into deep thoughts. Sensing approval on her face he smiled softly.

"Come, We need to leave before they come back." He kept his hand on the back of her shoulder only to see discomfort on her face. He moved it swiftly and guided her outside.

He locked the Bakery and they walked in silence. Sanskar's house was not far so it was not a problem. It was just on five minutes distance.

"I-Is this Your house?" She looked at him astonished seeing the huge mansion infront of her eyes. He nodded in yes and they walked inside. She couldn't help but gasp in surprise. This guy was filthy rich but he didn't have one percent of show off on his face.

"Are you fine?" Her chain of thoughts broke as she heard his voice. She looked at him and found him staring at her, worriedly.

"I am okay. You don't look like a rich person soo" She looked down not knowing what to say and he chuckled.

"The same way you look like a teenager in a bridal dress?" He teased and she grew conscious of her attire.

"Y-Yeah. It was-" She stopped in the mid as he shooked his head slowly.

"No problem. Come, I will show you, your room." She nodded softly and he took her upstairs. He opened the first door in the corridor near the stair case and entered inside.

She followed him and he turned to her, "The bathroom has everything you need. I will arrange clothes for you. Feel free." He smiled politely and she nodded. He left the room and she stood there.

She looked at the side and the large mirror caught her attention. She walked towards it and sat on the stool placed infront of the mirror. She smiled at herself and rubbed the little dust from her forehead and cheeks. She smiled again and this time a tear fell from her eyes remembering the old memories. She was so fond of herself that she couldn't help but stare at herself in the mirror all the time.

"Mumma, I am beautiful, haina?" Her own voice chirped in her mind and she giggled softly. She was beautiful. She was proud of her beauty but only if she knew it would become a curse for her!

Knock! Knock!

The door opened and he walked in.

"Uhm, I don't have girls clothes but you can wear this." He handed her the clothes he was holding. She looked at them and than back at him. Did he really want her to wear his shorts and shirt? Definitely yes since she had no other choice.

"Thank you, Umm.." She stopped in the mid. She didn't know his name. She looked at him with a frown and he chuckled.

"Sanskar, Sanskar Maheshwari!" He held out his hand and she looked at it and than at him.

"Swara, Swara Ga-Rathore!" She gulped letting her hand slip in his and he caught her nervousness right there.

He left the room and Swara turned to the mirror. She stared at her reflection for more than a minute before sliding the hairs from her forehead revealing a thin layer of red vermilion. Her eyes trailed upto her fisted hand and she opened it to reveal a nuptial chain. The scene of HIM applying the vermilion on her forehead and making her wear the nuptial chain played in her mind.

"Swara Rathore!" She chuckled and a tear slipped from her eye. This was definitely not what she wanted!

To Be Continued.

I don't know if it is worth reading or not but thank you for giving it a try.

And yes Swara is married. I know some of you might plan my murder so before you do so I am running away. Haha

Thankyou
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