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Zee

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Posted: 11 years ago

Yes. Hate me. Abuse me. By all means. Go ahead. Cause I deserve it entirely for expecting anything on this writing without finishing my other works. BUT. I needed to start this. The story bloomed in my head and I needed to pen it. This is just a teaser, for now, but this story will not stop. I promise, I won't let it. Even if it garners 2 readers, I will continue this.

And neither will my other works... because I believe in completion. I will finish them all. Even the ones on indefinite hold.

But for now, I hope you will enjoy this little teaser of

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~Serendipity~

"an accidental discovery"

Khushi felt a shiver run down her spine as the biting chill of the evening breeze slipped under the comforter Arnav had thrown at her for the night. Her teeth rattled stubbornly as the hair on her arms stood to attention, urging for her to stand up and knock on the locked french doors, to plead for entrance into a bedroom that offered warm water and a warm bed.

But no.

She had been confined to the life of a prisoner who had committed the most heinous crime. Punished under the reign of a husband who refused to listen and mocked every night by the reflection of a destroyed woman staring into the depths of a calm poolside. The dark circles and pasty complexion that darkened her once ruddy face... the monotony of a once enchanting laughter.

They were testimony to the temporary sham that was her six month wedding. Khushi had withered away by the rejection, and all that was left was a hollow shell of a wife watching her husband as he turned in his sleep, dreaming of a happier world where she knew she didn't exist. She laughed at the irony, as the first drops of rain of the impending storm above her head mingled with the tears of the constant storm raging within her heart.

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I know. This is disgustingly and unforgivably short. But I am asking for a comment significantly shorter. A word, even a like will do. Please. Please. Please. Comment on what you think so far, and what you'd like to read. Chapter One will be here soon.

Thank you

Zee

I N D E X :

CHAPTER ONE: F R I C T I O N

CHAPTER TWO: U N C E R T A I N T Y

CHAPTER THREE: V I R I L I T Y

CHAPTER FOUR: S H A T T E R E D

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It's short. I know. But at least I updated quickly? 😆Please leave a comment, as it motivates me to write and update quicker. Enjoy. Criticism is always encouraged, as I would only like to improve. Please comment if you would like a PM and I will PM you personally 😊 Happy reading.

~Serendipity~

"an accidental discovery"

Chapter One: Friction

Arnav stirred awake as thunder crashed in the depths of the midnight. Or perhaps, if he were honest, it was his usual nightmare of Khushi abandoning him... wrapped in the arms of his venomous brother-in-law, the virility of his abominable smirk as he tightened his hold on his willing wife. Arnav felt bile rise in his throat as he thought of the woman he once trusted, perhaps even... desired, satisfied and smiling in the embrace of his sister's universe.

Hatred.

Hatred was the only emotion Arnav now held in his heart for her. Hatred for betraying him. Hatred for making him dream of his future... perhaps even, their future. Hatred for making him believe in a happier world where faith and love would conquer over the demons of his past.

The pelting of the pouring rain distracted him, and he suddenly felt the reoccurring anxiety and guilt gnaw at every free nerve of his body, forcing his feet to naturally swing off the bed, and trudge to the french doors that peered out into his garden. The silhouette of a motionless girl curled into a ball came into vision as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, rainwater cascading down her drenched body, an abandoned comforter kicked aside and forgotten.

"Shit."

Every practical train of thought escaped him immediately. Every weak instinct that he should derive sadistic pleasure at her suffering forgotten, as Arnav Singh Raizada ran into the pouring storm and picked up his unconscious, trembling wife into his strong arms. He laid her on his recliner and scurried to find a dry towel, returning to delicately dry her soaking wet face, her arms and her hair. He winced as he traced the bruise deep circles beneath her hazel eyes... the sickeningly pronounced cheek bones, the imprints of his unforgiving fingers around her wrists. She was no longer Khushi. She was a broken rendition. He should have felt victorious and triumphant at witnessing her pathetic condition, but his heart seared in burning and unruly guilt, his eyes tearing as he traced his fingers on her fever ridden, shivering frame.

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Arnav observed her from afar, pacing his room nervously as he waited for her to regain consciousness. He was practicing the diatribe he would recite to condemn her futile pity parties when she awakened... only to lose his train of thought by mumbling curses at his stupidity every time he glanced her way. Her fragile body trembled despite the blankets he had layered, and he knew the convulsions would not end until she was changed out of her drenched clothes. He had hesitated, contemplating whether or not to call her sister, but quickly scrapped the idea as the absurdity of a soaking wet Khushi and a husband ashamed to undress his wife settled in. The loud rattling of shivering teeth brought him back to reality and he renounced his anxieties immediately. At this moment, as a husband, Khushi's health was his sole priority.

He shut the light off the blaring lamp on his bedside, and feeling his way through the darkness, he returned to where Khushi lay silently... a ruined porcelain doll wrapped in blankets that swallowed her whole. He sat towards the foot of the recliner and lifted her lightly by the shoulders, laying her limp body so it pressed against his own. His eyes were determinedly focused solely on the frames of the paintings that adorned his wall, refusing to look down at the vulnerable woman who rested peacefully in his arms.

He swore mentally as unwanted thoughts of how perfectly she fit into his embrace penetrated his wavering mind. His trembling hand found the zipper of her sopping kurta, and tentatively he pulled it down, forcing his tempted, traitorous hands to immediately return to her shoulders after they completed the task. She stirred as the warmth of the room hit the expanse of her revealed back and nestled deeper into his hardened form, trying to absorb the heat that radiated from Arnav's body. He stiffened as he controlled an unknown, feral urge to drop his lips and capture the rain droplets that would be present on her shoulders. To taste the sweetness of God's tears clinging to her fragrant skin with a parted mouth, as he pulled the kurta off her damp body. But his eyes never left the frames of the paintings that hung on his wall, and his hands never lingered. An unnamed feeling he had chosen to disregard and label as loathing bubbled to the surface and conquered once again.

(CHAPTER TWO: DIRECTLY BELOW. GOT NO COMMENTS 😆)

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Zee

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Posted: 11 years ago

This is short. You have been warned. Again, I apologize profusely for not updating till now. Midterms have been hectic and annoyingly demanding. This update COULD have been longer, but I want to spend time on the scene which will follow and set it apart in it's own chapter. I am so excited to pen the confrontation that will follow. For those who missed the not, the second man in the banner is "Tarang Kher" in my FF. He will soon be introduced. The man giving Tarang a face is Mohit Raina. Enjoy.

~Serendipity~

"an accidental discovery"

Chapter Two: Uncertainty

The first rays of sunlight pierced the dark room, and Khushi was subconsciously surprised by the unfamiliar warmth which enveloped her... confused by the feel of a plush material beneath her body, when she was used to waking up on the cold tiles of the poolside garden. Experimentally, she tried to stretch her arms, her brows scrunching on finding a strange weight holding her hand down firmly.

She opened her eyes slowly, cursing at the intrusion of harsh sunlight, and almost gasped audibly when she saw her husband sleeping peacefully beside her. He was holding her hand to his rising and falling chest, with his head bent at an uncomfortable position against his green recliner. Khushi twiddled her locked fingers, as if to confirm it was indeed her hand which rested so sinfully and securely against him. She felt her heart soar with the same love she tried to restrain within herself--- the most peaceful pout adorning her husband's face as he breathed deeply and comfortably. She tried to shift her hand out of his grasp, only to witness a small frown emerge across her husband's face, and his hold around her tighten. Khushi felt as though she was an indestructible force, with her husband secured by her side cherishing her presence.

As she lifted her free hand to fix his flyaway hair, the numerous blankets around her body fell off her shoulders. An unwelcome cold breeze swept across her warm skin and she stirred, looking down to see that she was completely bare... stripped down to nothing. Not even her innerware. Khushi felt her body freeze as horrifically disturbing thoughts crossed her mind and ended the happiness she had attained... explanations for her nudity and explanations for her husband's tight grasp around her hand. She forced her mind to recall the incidents of the previous night, unable to remember anything past his tossing a blanket towards her shivering frame. Tears of humiliation threatened to break loose of their confinement, and Khushi quickly pulled her hand out of Arnav's vice tight grip, forcing herself to ignore the saddened look which broke across his face at her doing so. Wrapping the blanket securely around her, she scurried herself to the privacy of his bathroom... hoping that the water from the shower would mingle with the tears that would soon release. At least then she could lie to herself that she didn't actually care.

Perhaps the warm water against her body would wash away the dishonor. The possibility of her consummating a wedding that was nothing but a compromise and a faux.

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When Arnav woke up that uncharacteristically bright morning, he awoke with the strangest feeling of dread, the fear of losing someone he loved one suffocating him. Half asleep, he felt around cautiously with his hands, trying to place the mysterious source of warmth that he had comfortingly embraced all night. What had that strange warmth been? Heaven, perhaps. His mother's arms? As his hands grazed the velvet at the edge of his recliner, he woke with a start, recollecting the incidents of the previous night.

Khushi.

Arnav rose to his feet immediately, trying to locate his wife. The poolside, the bathroom, the bed. Empty. As he searched, his eyes fell on the clothes he had peeled off her the previous night, folded and stacked neatly in their closet, presumably dried by the blaring sunlight of their wide set windows. Arnav clutched at his chest as his heart began to beat erratically, desperate to clear the natural doubts he was sure had risen into her uncertain mind. Nothing. Nothing had occurred between them last night. Hell. He had administered the most impressive willpower to not glance at her body while removing her wet attire. The thought of Khushi perceiving him as a man who would use her unconscious state to his advantage struck him. It... hurt him. Her impression of him mattered for reasons he did not know. Or rather, reasons he wished to ignore.

And on that thought, he swept open their bedroom door and all but ran down the stairs to find her. To set their record straight.

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Tammie

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Posted: 11 years ago

Interesting premise. Will be interesting to see this story unfold...

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Zee

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Posted: 11 years ago

This is longer! But you will hate me after reading this 😆

Please my dearest readers. Please leave a comment or even a like.

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~Serendipity~

"an accidental discovery"

Chapter Three: Virility

"Aap jaante ho, Khushi ji? Chotte ko pakode bahut pasand hai. Palak ke pakode toh sab se zyaada! Bachpan mein jab... "

She smiled weakly as Anjali blabbered about how much her brother had enjoyed eating hot pakodas during his teenage years. Khushi had woken that morning, showered and retreated directly to the kitchen, assembling ingredients to make the Raizada family snacks and hot adrak wali chai. It distracted her occupied mind for a while, until Anjali came into the kitchen and demanded to assist her with the ongoing preparations. A small frown had pulled at the ends of Anjali's mouth as she noted the dull, pastel green sari her bhabhi had chosen to wear, soon replaced by a beaming grin as Khushi turned to thank her for the help. Khushi had immediately noticed Anjali's worrisome expression, but she was in mourning today. She could not dress in her bright, trademarked colors while her heart was breaking in the depths of darkest turmoil.

Khushi Kumari Gupta usually loved Anjali Jha's ramblings. Today, however, she was bothered by the mindless chatter and wished for nothing more but to bury herself under her covers and cry over the events of the previous night. But careful not to hurt or worry Anjali, she put up her best facade and tried to converse like her usual, animated self. As she released another forced chuckle for her sister-in-law's consent, a few strands of hair escaped from her tightly pulled ponytail and threatened to fall into the sticky batter she had prepared. Her hands covered in wet gram flour, she tried to push back the stubborn hair with her elbows, failing miserably and smearing besan all over her face.

"Hum hai naa... Khushi Ji."

She froze as the sickeningly sweet, icy cold voice penetrated the comfortable warmth radiating from Anjali's lively presence. Her anxious hazel eyes snapped up to meet the destructive fire dancing in the pair of piercing midnight. Shyam Manohar Jha stood leaning against the tiled kitchen wall. His face was complete with an objectifying, crude smirk, as he studied a powerless Khushi up and down. She felt unbearably sick, rendered completely and embarrassingly defenseless against his nonverbal assault. Anjali's oblivious presence beside her served as a reminder that her hands were tied. She couldn't tell this brute to leave her alone.

"Arre, aap?"

Khushi stirred as the chilling silence was broken by Anjali's dynamic voice. She observed the reddening blush of her sister-in-laws cheeks, the eyes shining with devotion and love. This degree of attachment was... eerily dangerous. It was blinding her. Anjali was addicted to a drug... a fiend that would annihilate her in his selfish path. Khushi hands itched to grab her by the shoulders and shake her out of her volatile fantasies... to reveal the barbaric atrocities of the man she regarded as God. But reined by fear of Anjali's broken heart, she silently shifted her attention back the burning, black pakodas ruined in the scalding hot oil.

"Dekhiye naa. Khushi ji aur humare haatoh mein besan laga hua ha. Aap inki madat ka---"

"Nahiin!", Khushi bit out violently, cursing herself as Anjali's furrowed brows turned to her direction.

"Humara matlab hai... koi baat nahiin Anjali ji. Hum sambhal lenge"

"Lekin Khushi ji, aap---"

"Khushi Ji." Goosebumps erupted along her spine as her name rolled off his menacing tongue.

"Hum kuch bhi nahiin sunenge. Ab agar Rani Sahiba ne humse itne pyaar se maanga hai, toh hume toh karna hi padega."

Anjali giggled and shook her head amusedly, enamored by her husband's charm and endearment, concentrating on the pakodas once again. Khushi was cornered. She felt her body numb as the threat of risk engulfed her, Shyam's lecherous graze invading her as he trudged in her direction. Her nails dug deep into her palms and her face twisted in revulsion as she felt her hair tie come loose. Shyam's fingers obscenely grazed the back of her stiffened neck as he leisurely fixed her fringe, completely at ease by the adjacent presence of his wife.

Tears pooled behind Khushi's closed lids at the indecency of his assault, and as soon as she felt the hair assembled properly, she scurried away from Shyam and moved stealthily to the other side of Anjali. She let the abstained tears flow freely, laughing at herself and reassuring Anjali it was nothing but the presence of the onions in the kitchen. She controlled her gaze from wandering towards his coy face and only nodded meekly as he tried to initiate conversation, walking away slyly at every attempt he made to walk in her direction. She finally released a sigh of relief, as she heard his frustrated mumbling and loud footsteps sauntering away.

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Behind a tall pillar, a pair of burning molten brown eyes observed the scene bitterly... ignoring the discomfort of his wife and the nearby presence of his sister in the kitchen.

For all he saw was a leech grazing the skin of the "other" woman, as she closed her eyes at the pleasure of his filthy touch.

The ache of seeking self redemption, forgotten.

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Posted: 11 years ago

its awsm zeewa...

superb starting...

lovely!!!

waiting for more..

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Posted: 11 years ago

That was a brilliant update...u've portrayed the pain, betrayal, longing, desire so beautifully through ur words...looking forward to read more...please make the updates a bit longer...n yes please please update soon...thanks.

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Posted: 11 years ago

Dearest friends. I had exams, and was therefore unable to update. I sincerely apologize. They will def be more frequent now. Please do not hate me for this update. Thank you for reading. Also, please do comment. Please. It really motivates me to keep writing for those who enjoy it. 😳 It is pretty short, but I have been so busy. Sorry for being so awful.

~Serendipity~

"an accidental discovery"

Chapter Four: Shattered

Khushi. Shyam. Khushi and Shyam. Wife and Brother-in-law.

Shyam's dirty hands easily traced the curve of her long nape, the vilest smirk pasted on his deriding face. Arnav observed the trembling of her small fingers, the deep breath she inhaled at his filthy touch and how her eyes shut tightly in response. He saw red, as fury, anger and disgust clouded his rational senses, all thoughts of clarifying the events of last night forgotten. He resumed his position behind the pillar as Shyam shuffled out of sight, mumbling incoherently as he walked back to his bedroom. Arnav chose to hear only one distinct word leave his foul mouth.Khushi.

Anjali.

His sister.

His world.

How dare they ridicule her trust? How dare they abuse her undying faith?

The woman who loved them so?

Arnav heard Khushi's sickeningly deceiving voice telling Anjali to take rest, and he turned to watch her gently ushering his sister out of the kitchen. Anjali limped towards the stairs with a tray in hand... hot ginger tea and snacks to serve the scum that aimed to ruin her. She lifted a pakora eagerly to taste, only to stop, shake her head in the negative, and smilingly arrange the fritter back into precision. Arnav cringed as he witnessed the debilitating extent of her illusion-- she could not deprive that filth of even a single pakoda. Not even a bite.

Khushi Kumari Gupta was a magnet, and his feet pulled in her direction of their own accord.

But today, it was for revenge.

He would teach that wretched home wrecker the lesson of her life for playing with his sister's emotions. He would show her, Arnav Singh Raizada was not one to be meddled with. Khushi looked misleadingly ethereal in her sari, running her small hands under the running water, and he vowed to destroy the beauty that thieved his sister of a blissful life. He would rid her of her smile, rid her of the spark in her eyes, the ruddy glow of her complexion. He'd render her a living corpse to the world. He would ruin her.

And so his unforgiving hands grabbed her unsuspecting frame roughly by the shoulders, and sent Khushi Kumari Gupta crashing into the kitchen shelves. She winced in pain as she felt her head meet the sharp corner of the polished wood, her bangles breaking at impact. His fingers tightened tenaciously around her skin and his pelvis jammed uncomfortably into her hip bones. Her sari crumpled against his stubborn body, molding her petite frame against his overpowering one. She met his gaze hesitantly. Clouded with rage. She numbed. This second time he lifted her body and slammed it into the shelves, she felt almost nothing, but smelt the alarming traces of blood as the bangle's shards dug deeper into her wrist.

"Do not be fooled Khushi Kumari Gupta. Nothing. Nothing happened between us last night. Do not think for a second that you will get money from me with any old bas***d child."

She felt the warmth of his breath on her face, chilling her body further to ice with every word. Perhaps, she should have been happy to hear this news, but his immense hatred of her surpassed the significance of any other emotion. He only whispered, but his cruel words rang through the room... pounded through her ears. Echoed.

"I have class you see, Ms. Gupta. When the time is right, I will have a child with a woman... not a girl who opens her legs for business"

Khushi felt the tears burn her closed lids, the venom of his words debilitating her more than the physical abuse. And then, she felt his lips... rough, harsh and unforgiving collide with her own, pulling and biting as they would a piece of meat. This moment had been her dream. Today, it was a nightmare. She tried to numb her body as his hands clawed the skin at her waist, pulled her hair back to gain access to her neck. He slammed her body closer against his own, her breasts colliding with his hard chest as he used her for his physical disposal. But when Arnav realized that she wasn't responding and when he tasted the salt of her tears mingle with the sweetness of her lips... he pushed her to the floor and spat at her face.

"That is what your sorts of women are good for. That. f**k you Khushi. Not me, but perhaps some other millionaire."

But as he turned away from her quivering frame on the ground, something pierced him. Perhaps these pains were the consequences of a broken heart. He saw Khushi trembling on the ground where he threw her... laying silently. Emotionlessly. Demolished. Like an abused and discarded piece of breathing, human garbage.

He suddenly hated himself. Hated. His Nani's accusations of the past coursed though his conscious and murdered his infamous pride... "you are your father's son". And finally, the mighty Arnav Singh Raizada bowed his head, deathly ashamed, and walked away from the living evidence of his heinous crimes.

And Khushi? Well, Khushi found the strength to stand up as she heard his footsteps walk away. And mutilated and shattered Khushi Kumari Gupta returned to the running kitchen faucet, and washed away the blood from her wounded wrists.

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Posted: 11 years ago

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Poor khushi.asr just interprets d whole thing totally oppositely.wanna c him regret big time.plz continue soon.it's such an intense story so regular updates very necessary