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Okay. Harsh. Update when you like :)
And yes I'm pissed.

Originally posted by: -Fizzi-

Okay. Harsh. Update when you like :)
And yes I'm pissed.

🤣🤣🤣 heyy that was supposed to come out as a ablaanaari dardtypes comment!

Ablanari n you? HAAH! Bitch please :/ it's time you updated! Can I atleast ask you whether you've written something yet?

Originally posted by: -Fizzi-

Ablanari n you? HAAH! Bitch please :/ it's time you updated! Can I atleast ask you whether you've written something yet?

W R I T E R S B L O C K ;X

Happy quarter century on the first thread :)

ur ff is too good..plx continue n do pm mee😆

I am going to finish this fiction. I am going to do it within the next three months. That's a promise.

Originally posted by: -Heart-Hacker-

I am going to finish this fiction. I am going to do it within the next three months. That's a promise.

Credit for inspiring me to write here goes to Virina lol:aftermath...

hi...read all updates of BTLOO nd also 1st update this sequal together...
nd its amaging...loved it...
but i couldn't access ur blog...it shows error...
nd plzzz update soon...

YOOO EVERYONE!

I know I've not updated in like forever, and I apologise, like always. LMFAO. I tbh, had no idea how to write chapter 2. I thought for like ages, how how how? You know to bring that perfect blend of emotions, and shock and everything. This is actually the third try to it. I wrote two before it, one way way before, second some weeks before, and I was confused, none of them did suit actually. It was so hard deciding between the perfect, natural blend and overflowing melodramatic part. I wouldn't say I've achieved it. I've come to loathe my dialogues in a fiction. Writing them, for me, is a long row to hoe, I am not going to give up though. I write sucky sucky dialogues tbh, and its a turn off, writing a fiction actually. But I try. I tried like hell here too.

I am pretty excited, okay fine, I am elated beyond anything to write Karan Malik's character. I always wanted to write a character like his. You'll hate him and loathe him and love him, but in the end you'll love him more than anything like I do, or so I am delusional, thick headed, over confident enough to think lol. I hope you do.

No promises of next updates. Writing takes a toll on me. LOL.

THIS UPDATE IS GOING TO BE SHOCKING, SHOCKING, but I hope you all like it anyway. I am dreading this lol.

LIKE ALWAYS, didn't check for spelling/grammar/repetition errors, sorry I know I suck hehe XD

CHAPTER TWO: When life plays the role of an ugly bitch

Course of true love, never did run smooth.

-Shakespeare, midsummer night's dream...

Two years from now, I wouldn't have known he'd barge into my life. His coming was like that of a storm"it destroyed me before I could destroy it, and together we destroyed each other. To love him was madness. He was not love. They said love was beautiful and calming, maddening yet reaching. It was obsession"if you could feel him perched on your breath, his scent wafting through every corner of your space, his eyes haunting you until you choked yourself to tears, if you could just be me though, you'd know obsession doesn't die, it feeds on you, it takes you piece by piece until there's more madness in your veins than blood, until there's more him in your entity than your own self. And who are you then; a reflection of this man to whom you belong? Obsession isn't love, its raving madness, it's a feeding vermin, it injects you with poison, and you take it, every single shot of it, because it's the sweetest poison ever"it's the fruit of heaven, the only one forbidden"it's the inevitable temptation that is waiting to be conquered"and you are helpless, like you never stood a chance...

-Shilpa Malhotra, six months subsequent to Armaan Malik's death.

Shilpa awoke with the mother of all headaches. Her hands immediately lifted and crossed against her face, battling the golden, shimmering gaze of the sun, peeping through the cream curtains. "Armaan," she whispered. She pressed her clammy fingers to her temple, drawing soothing circles. She groaned in pain, rummaging through her whole body, the remnants of the assault still fresh. She blinked, adjusting to her surroundings then gazed around in pure stupefaction.

The room she was in was accentuated with snowy wallpapers, plush black leather couches, furniture and black silk rugs. The varnished floor was carpeted in pearl Italian marble flooring. Two windows peaked out through the right wall draped in cream white curtains, descending in frills down the railing. The modern canopy bed stood up-right with its posts supporting thin lace pale blue curtains on either side. The front wall was paneled with expensive stonework, a huge 60 inches flat television screen spread on it, and spotlights were paneled in line with the ceiling. The exquisite combination of black and white was elegant and breath-taking. Strong masculine musk and leather smell hung in the air.

Where the hell was she? And then in a series of vague chronicles the night before flashed through her mind"her fingers gripped the sheets tighter, as she reminisced, the atrocious nightmare.

For a moment she could feel it, sense it, and smell it. The struggles, the chaotic darkness, the snarls and snorts and wicked laughter of faceless men and dirt filled callous hands that grabbed her and mauled her. She could feel her own helplessness and smell the earthly scent of mud and gravel as her face pressed against it in endeavors for freedom. The next moment every memory diminished leaving only the vivid darkness of smoldering coal black eyes"the deepest shade of black she'd ever seen in her life. A shudder rippled through her at the memory. For once she'd been sure it was Armaan. In that bottomless pit of time, she'd felt, she'd sensed him; her savior"the answer to her benediction.

And then she'd fallen into the pit of pitch black darkness. Until, of course now. So where was she?

As if on cue, the golden door knob turned and a blonde with thick curls, clad in a maid's uniform walked pass through the doorway into the room. Her brown eyes rested on her and she gave Shilpa a reassuring smile.

"You are up. How do you feel?" her perfect formal accent floated through the air like a lullaby.

"Where am I?"

"Last night you passed out due to several injuries and trauma thus you were brought here. Don't worry you are safe. Mr. Malik brought you and this is his house. I shall inform him you are awake and he'll be here shortly. While I suggest you take a bath and eat something. The washroom is that one," she pointed in the direction, "and breakfast is ready. Let me see your wounds if you will ma'am." She stepped forward, bending politely and examining her elbows, calf and knees carefully. She touched her forehead and Shilpa winced.

"Oh I am sorry. It's time for your medicine. The doctor who examined you last night will be here, in a few hours to check on you. Meanwhile I insist you freshen up. New clothes are pressed for you. A maid will bring them shortly. Anything else you may need?"

"No." Shilpa replied croakily. What was happening?

The maid smiled politely and turned to leave the room.

"Wait a minute."

"Yes ma'am?"

"You said Malik? Who Malik?"

"Mr. Karan Malik"He's the Owner of this house. I am afraid I am oblivious of his whereabouts.

"Oh." Shilpa's heart sank. But didn't she know? Armaan was dead. Why could not she let a simple fact as that sink in her brain?

Armaan Malik left her. About time, she let his memories fade away...

"Amanda leave," Shilpa jerked out of her thoughts on the curt dismissal. She hadn't noticed a woman entering the room, but now that she did, she really did look. Holy God, but she was beautiful. The woman sauntered inside, her blue eyes figuring Shilpa out piece by piece. Her assessing gaze cut her breathing short and she shifted uncomfortably beneath the scrutiny. Her skin bristled under its heat, like a ball shooting from the canon searing across her flesh.

"So you are Shilpa," the woman snorted like a snob in her thick, polished accent.

Shilpa looked up then, craning her head to take a good look. The woman was probably well past her fifties, surprisingly, she didn't look a day older than forty-five. The only give away was her rubbery skin peeking from the veils of cosmetic surgeries. She was clad in a business, navy dress, with a tight navy skirt ending short before her knees. She was a short, frail woman with thin lips, and a whopper of a nose. Her hair was stretched back in a sophisticated chignon, a rebellious black tendril falling short against her forehead. She had surprisingly familiar features. That arrogant know-it-all chin and the enigmatic blue eyes were Armaan's.

Shilpa gasped then. She knew, without a doubt, this was Armaan's mother. Her sons were carved out of that face, that body that now stood with the arrogance of a King's bride.

The faint wrinkles around her eyes formed deeper lines as she narrowed her eyes at Shilpa. "I see," the heavy tread of her heels sent the room roaring up with crackling tension.

"So you recognize me. But of course you will. My sons have taken after their mother's beauty after all." Her arrogance surpassed that of the most quintessential aristocratic entities.

Shilpa felt like a spectator, poised amidst a war field, taking blow by blow, and surviving like a miracle come true. Armaan's mother? After all this time? Here? Questions after questions plundered her mind and perturbed her. She clawed the sheets in agonising agitation. She threw off the duvet and lunged out of the bed with a wince, and splitting pain that shot through her body. She clambered to the end of the bed and stared at this woman, all pride and bones, flesh and beauty with disgust and awe. She didn't know which outran the other.

"Oh don't be so surprised. You must've thought we wouldn't ever meet. Now come on child, you think I don't know what's going on in the lives of my sons?" her manicured nails scratched idly against the edges of her exquisite, thin diamond stringed bracelet.

"I am speechless. I do not know if to applaud your audacity or pity your lack of shame. You are a horrendous, horrendous woman." Shilpa spat with enough venom to suck her dry.

The lady, however, remained unaffected. She shot Shilpa a malicious smile, "Careful girl," she began in soft cautious train of words, "You are no more in the arms of my son who can save you. He's dead. Choose your weapons carefully." The threat was meant to send chills down Shilpa, clamp her mouth shut, but it was like an impetus, fuelling her anger to pitch black madness.

"Do you have no shame? Do you feel no remorse for your deeds? Do you not feel any pain knowing your son is dead?" Shilpa burst out.

"I am so glad Armaan died without you in his life," she continued in rage, "I am so glad he never had to see your pathetic face, and acknowledge your pathetic existence before going. You are one covetous bitch! You took his happiness; you took your children's childhood, to reach your own means. I cannot believe God could bless women like you with bounties, sons like those three. Three sons! You were nothing less than a cannibal witch! You might not have eaten them, but you cursed them nonetheless, you feasted upon their joys leaving them with nothing but agonies. Oh you, I can't stand in the same room as you. You are a shame to humanity." She was now shuddering with fury, literally about to break with it.

"Oh cut your befuddled nonsense you cheap caricature of morals. Just because my son used you for warming his needs, now you'll stand up to me? You were but a cheap substitute of entertainment for him. He extricated you from his life, like he did over-used furniture from his room."

Shilpa was offended, outraged. Oh no, if she could find one, life-threatening, murderous enough piece of blade, she was set to drive it through the woman's intestines.

""Of all the stupid, pretentious, foolish buffoonery, Shilpa snarled, "This is what you've got? Your son was marrying me for your lack of information and contra factual details. Marrying me! At least respect him now, that he's dead."

The woman threw her head back and roared with ugly laughter. she directed her venomous eyes at Shilpa in pure unaltered triumph, "How innocent you are," she mocked now, softly, the silent finesse of a cutting thread, "To think you were the dream come true of Armaan Malik. Armaan was my son. How in a million years could have you thought he'd marry you; you of all? The princess with a sordid past, awaiting her prince charming? Such tear-jerking fairytale."

Fear nestled in her heart. She wouldn't let this woman tear her from her own self. "What do you mean?" Shilpa retorted.

"You are dying to know, aren't you? I think it's about time you do. By the way, you can call me Naina, now that I happen to reveal this to you; we ought to have a basis stronger than two strangers Shilpa."

Shilpa felt like some horrific nightmare, was flashing in front of her. In a moment she would wake up, and she'd know everything was fine"as fine as hell was without added chaos.

"Cut the chase. Come to the point," Shilpa probed engaged in furious frustration.

"Now that you ask me so nicely, don't regret it later." Naina waited, letting silence stretch until it hung on a taut wire, barely leashing the tension crackling through the dense air. Her eyes expanded in sheer sadistic fascination and she reached Shilpa in two predatory strides. The woman, for all lack of height, radiated a persona that made it up in the aweing steel of her personality. Her cat like eyes shone brightly in the dim arrest of the sun, and the witness of a morning.

"My son, Armaan, was already married. Remember Maya? Oh he must've sold the old sob story to you of an innocent orphan, hurtled and attacked by others, blah blah. Maya was his wife. He had never intended marrying you. But that's not the best part. Atul and Rahul knew all about it. Your arrival in Germany was pre-planned. You didn't come here, you've been sent. Armaan had planned on trapping you. Your dear friend Sid? He was a part of it too."

Shilpa tore away with an incredulous gasp. She heaved with an ear-splitting inhalation"the voice so harsh, it chopped all others"her body racked with shudders that ripped through her.

It took her a minute to settle, it took her one to breathe, to sense, to look, to stand on her feet and she spat with unleashed wrath, "You are one conniving bitch! To think of all the," she heaved, breathless, her throat was burning, "of all the pathetic lies you've rolled of your tongue nonchalantly all your life and now you expect me to believe?"

"Oh I know you wouldn't believe me. Come with me. Who believes truth anyway? And people ask me why I don't speak it?" she rotated on her heels and loitered to another room, shortly returning with a stack of files and photographs with her.

"Look your fill honey." She sprawled them all over the bed.

Shilpa was stunned. She stared, mouth agape, teeth clamped. Her eyes prickled with heavy tears, that pooled and waited, then rained down the thick cave of her cheeks, leaving beneath a trail of sorrow, the likes of one that was more cutting than a soul penetrating, flesh-ripping arrow.

The photos were pure evidences of Armaan and Maya's wedding, the combination of smiles, and adoring whispers, looks of love, and cuddling joyous hugs. The one right in front of her was their wedding picture. They made a stunning pair, their smiles not fitting the short curve of their mouths.

"I do not believe this. I don't believe this! You have planned it. You-you must've photo shopped it! You are, God I can't believe you'd stoop so low that you-

Naina cut her with a raised hand and pushed their marriage certificate and other evident legal documents in Shilpa's hands who stared at them with immortal mortification, with unbelievable eyes, with a heart shredded into pieces, with a soul not accepting, with her mouth slackened and her jaw hung down, aching, blaring in agony. Every piece of document was in fact legal, 101% true. This couldn't be. Armaan wouldn't do this to her. All those moments, all those words, those promises, those kisses, those moments of shared pain and love and...

"You are lying!"

"Why would I lie Shilpa? I am going to gain nothing because my son is dead. It was all a ploy. You happened to be another notch in his bed spot though. He could never resist women throwing themselves at him though. He wasn't much a believer of monogamy."

"Armaan wouldn't he, he..." Shilpa trailed off.

"Why," she began after a long, long time, and the woman right beside her, stood, as if waiting patiently, "why now? What? I don't..." Shilpa left the sentence unsaid, unable to form coherent words.

"You're still unsure, aren't you? Wait a second," Naina, clearly enjoying Shilpa's misery pulled out her cell phone from her navy skirt's short pocket and dialed someone. After two rings, she placed the phone on speaker and gesticulated Shilpa to keep quiet.

The person on the other phone was the man she'd trusted the most after Armaan, and this was the most fatal blow after the precedent Shilpa could've taken, endured and survived.

"Mother? What is it? Be quick about it, I am with Muskaan. She's in the washroom."

"Oh why are all my sons in such a hurry? I wanted to tell you, you and Atul no longer need to communicate with Shilpa. She's well and exactly where we wanted her at the first place. Your need for the whole melodramatic support and love isn't there anymore."

There was a long drawled silence on the other end. It seemed too long for Shilpa. Havoc rekindled, she was on the verge of breaking. She wanted to scream, rip people, rip walls off, bellow in frustration but she stood in those moments, waiting for the one answer that was about to change her whole life. She awaited it with every life-searing breath she'd ever drawn.

"You finally are getting what you wanted, aren't you? After all these months of perfect play, you ought to be celebrating. Your moment is finally here. Whatever the hell, you want, mom. I'll tell Atul and we'll find a way to explain it to Anjali and Muskaan."

"Oh what's the need? Simply tell them she's dead."

Shilpa clamped her mouth with her hands. No, no, no, no... it was a nightmare, a terrible, terrible one.

"You know that's not easy. My wife is pregnant."

"Oh you besotted fool! You had to fall in love and complicate matters for us, didn't you?"

"Muskaan was never part of the plan! Keep my wife out of it." Rahul retorted furiously.

"Of course... Just be careful," Naina quickly changed tactics.

"Mother, wait. What will you tell Shilpa?" Rahul hesitated, or so Shilpa thought, on the other end.

"Oh honey that's none of your concern. Concentrate on your coming child. I want to see my grandchildren healthy."

She cut the call, forcing her eyes back to Shilpa who'd turned ashen, pale as a ghost. Shilpa stared at the floor, gazing at nothing in particular. Her head had begun spinning and she wildly blinked to see, but her eyes were stricken with thick topping tears that rendered the sights into blurred molten pictures.

"I love you so much Shilpa"

"Armaan was married to Maya,"

"Shilpa you are my responsibility! After Armaan it's me who has to take care of you,"

"After all these months of perfect play, you ought to be celebrating,"

"Shilpa I love you so much, I can't live without you."

"Armaan and Maya were married, happily,"

"Shilpa you are my best friend, I'll never leave you alone,"

"Sid is a part of it too,"

"Baby you know I've to go. I'll be back,"

"Armaan died in a car accident,"

"He had never planned on marrying you,"

"Shilpa I want you to go to Germany. I want you to have fresh air, forget your past. Please for us."

"You didn't come here, you were sent here, brought here,"

Her knees failed and she sagged onto the floor. Surging waves of nausea gulped her, hitting her hard. She...needed...something. She was about to go insane.

"Oh poor baby, the Cinderella with no happy ending."

Shilpa looked up through the haze of senselessness and tears at the woman who'd brought it all crashing down. She'd thought living without Armaan, was a possibility that ceased to exist, and yet she'd carved an existence out of a mortal stone. How was she supposed to cope with this? Her heart was breaking, piece by piece, she could feel it inside. The slow demise of it, and she sat helpless, just feeling it happen.

"I don't understand," Shilpa looked at her, "Why? Why would you all do this? What trap? What do you gain?"

"You really are the ballsy little girl aren't you? Still trying to figure everything out? I've waited for this moment for a long, long time Shilpa, and isn't it worth it? Look at you crippled, broken, devastated. I've waited twenty-five years for this," her tone darkened, a thick cloud of ugly memories blanching her mood.

"Twenty-five years? I don't get you."

"Oh of course you don't. You had only been born then. You the twinkle and pride of your father's eyes! You the great princess of his dreams! How happy was he, must've been glowing with just it." She snarled.

"What has my father to do with it?"

"Your saint parents never told you, did they? They wanted to protect their daughter from all evils, wanting to give her, her fairy tale dream. Too bad I ended their dream so soon."

Shilpa stopped breathing. Stopped sensing. Stopped listening.

"You what?" she inaudibly gasped.

"Oh this must be one hell of a day for you. You'll never forget it," Naina perched on the bed, the queen of menace, basking in her own glory, "I killed your parents Shilpa. I'd waited for years to execute it. And trust me, when I'd seen them breathing their last, screaming, pleading, begging for someone to save them, I'd watched with astute pleasure. And then I'd seen them finally inexist. I would never forget the moment of sheer pleasure."

Shilpa didn't react. She was stiff, "You killed my parents-my parents. You murdered them..." she whispered in a string of monologues. Reiterating it again and again like an anthem.

She plastered her tremulous hands over her face and gave into the temptation of insanity. She screamed, she screamed like she wanted to scream, she clawed at her own skin in sheer need, and panic. Yesterday she was breathing; today she was dying a death every moment, every single second. And it was painful, it was hurting, her flesh was burning with it, her lungs were filled with the stabbing ache.

After what seemed like a long, long time she looked up at Naina. She sat there, smiling, feeding on her ache, glowing with it, basking in her triumph.

"Why? Why? Why? WHY?" she cried at last.

"Oh Shashank was such a good hider. He never told you anything, did he? I was his wife. His first wife," Naina stood up pointing at herself, with maddening fury, "I was his wife and that son of a bitch cheated me! He cheated Naina Rathore! What did he expect I'll do? I wasn't one of those women bound to cry and whine in the memories of their lovers. That bas***d backstabbed me, so I waited for my time, and then I attacked. Oh you don't know how fulfilling my revenge was, is. How relieved your pain makes me. You pathetic excuse of a daughter! I was the daughter of the King of Underworld Mafia. He had to know better than deceive me, that useless rat. What pleasure I had squashing him under my feet, and your ugly, bitch, mother. He left me, ran away with all my secrets and money and married someone else."

"You were married to my father?"

"Astounding it is. Isn't it? I was in love with him. That excuse for a man. I loved him, and he? He toyed with my feelings. He deserved what he got. He cheated me, and then eloped with your mother. I remarried Billy, but I burned for revenge all those years. Every night I had lain awake in my bed, thinking of every excruciatingly painful way I could kill your father. It took me years, but when I did, oh it was so sweet."

"Armaan, Atul and Rahul are your sons from your second husband?"

"Oh yes! Billy was such a fool, besotted with me. He practically worshipped the ground beneath my feet. I used him, and my sons, except Karan."

"Karan?"

Naina laughed then, her laughter ringing throaty and amused.

"Must be the day of surprises for you. Karan Malik was Armaan's twin brother, oh wait, he IS Armaan's twin brother, because unlike Armaan he's alive, breathing, his identical and yet better in so many ways."

"Armaan has a twin? An identical twin? I but nobody ever told me about him."

"Of course. Karan Malik, my son, is Armaan's elder brother, just by four minutes though. It was best for you to not know him. You could've never handled him. You needed a lady's charmer like Armaan, not a rough ripper like Karan, and what magic it had been. However, Armaan had messed it up. He was another pathetic excuse of a son. I'd sent him to get the work done, but he'd indulged you way longer. He needed to be removed."

"Removed?" Shilpa rasped.

"Two days before your wedding? Now why would a man so deeply in love with you, leave you just two days prior to your wedding Shilpa? Never asked him what was it that none of his men could've handled? Oh how would have you? You have brain size of your mother's: a peanut shell. Armaan was lazing around, drawing the job, he was turning dangerous for us. He had to be removed."

Shilpa laughed harshly, "Oh you talk about life and death like they're cut out of cardboard papers, and your own sons? You refer to them as some mechanical devices. Didn't work, Removed!"

"Mind your language little girl. You're forgetting where you are. Don't force me to make you regret your words later," threatening, her voice lowered, and eyes narrowed in dangerous slits.

"Oh nothing is going to be more blissful than dying right now. Nothing..."

"Who told you I'll let you die Shilpa? Your hell on Earth has just begun. You've only met Armaan. It's time to meet my son Karan. A face like Armaan's, I cannot wait for your heart to pop with emotions now."

"Are you not afraid? You told me you killed my parents, plotted against me every step of it. Did you kill Armaan too?"

"Oh don't think me so cruel. Why would I kill my own son? Someone else did though. You don't need to know who. It's none of your business."

Shilpa closed her eyes and counted back to ten. Armaan was killed. Her family was murdered.

"What about Sid?" Shilpa murmured, but surprisingly Naina heard.

"Siddhant is the son of my brother. Shashank thought him a great ally. My brother despised me actually. Shashank knew the only man who could intimidate me was my brother; the only man I'd never go to was him too. He trusted him with your safety, the fool that he was. My brother's biggest weakness was money. He had no blood ties that surpassed his ties to the cracking sound of rigid, firm notes. After Shashank's death, once he knew what stakes were involved he was in. Though he had been such a fool, he'd thought Sid could trap you in a web of love and all that money's going to be his. His bad, you fell in love with Armaan. I knew you would though; no girl could ever resist my son. Sid was left sulking, demanding his share in the money."

"Wow," Shilpa whispered, "You are one mastermind. I bet you'd threatened Sid later. No man can stand in front of you now can he? But tell me something. Why all these years and years of planning for trapping me into marrying your son? What for? To see me suffer? I wouldn't say it was such a wise idea. There must be 1001 ways to make me suffer, and who'd know best but you. Why go through all this pain? And why pull Armaan back just right before you could succeed?"

"Oh the curious cat can't keep it together? You know Shilpa the best part about human nature? Or the worst, depending on how it's used is it never can resist mystery. It hungers for it. Why don't you figure it out? I want to see you do it. I wouldn't tell that you so easily. It can work against me. Now if you'll excuse me," Naina smoothed the invisible creases on her skirt and swaggered to the door.

"Listen to me you f**king bitch! I am getting out of here right now and going to the police! Don't even for one fickle of a second think I'll let you win. I am going to get the best attorneys, the best people on this case and send you all to jail!" Shilpa stood up, glaring at Naina now.

"I never could resist a challenge honey. But the question is how will you do it? You won't be able to leave this house Shilpa. There are guards everywhere. And it's just about time; forty-eight hours before you become my daughter-in-law. In the next forty-eight hours you'll be Karan's wife. And don't even doubt it for a second darling. I suggest you take all the rest you need. My son shouldn't be disappointed when he is here to finally take his bride."

Bride...

Karan Malik's bride...

"What do you mean?" Shilpa dug daggers at the woman, who threw curve ball after curve ball at her.

"You're marrying my son, in the next forty-eight hours. And don't think we don't expect your meddling. You want it or not, nobody cares, you're my soon-to-be-daughter-in-law. Oh I can't wait honey. Get your needed rest. Planning escape is useless. You can try though. By the way all landlines are dead, and so are outgoings for the next two days. Take some rest while you can."

"I WILL NEVER IN HELL MARRY YOUR SON! DAMN YOU!" Shilpa screamed throwing vases across the room.

She heard Naina's footsteps treading on the vinyl floor, and then they stopped and she waked back to Shilpa's room, a bitchy smile on her face, "Just so you know, my son doesn't likes crying babies. It'd be best if you don't anger him, because he doesn't tolerate it. I can't wait for you to meet Karan honey. Take care." She marched out, locking the door behind her.

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I don't know. Heyy, what's the surprise then? XD

this chapter is dedicated to all the people, who give suckers like me a chance! Thankyou.