Sathiyaa (A-K)...LAST PART ON PAGE 65!!!! - Page 4

OK here is the thing:

THIS STORY WILL ALL BE IN KRIPA'S POINT OF VIEW. So whenever the story goes on its going to be about how she's viewing it or its according to her perspective.

rani

Originally posted by: desiigirl19

NOOOO shes not married. just engaged. lol

luv rani

ooops i ment engaged not married😆if it was married i'd probably put angry face instead of that 1 or else plotting a way 2 divorce them😆😆

sounde vry intresting!! do post teh first part soon 👏

Originally posted by: desiigirl19

OK here is the thing:

THIS STORY WILL ALL BE IN KRIPA'S POINT OF VIEW. So whenever the story goes on its going to be about how she's viewing it or its according to her perspective.

rani

okay so when are u posting the first part

Originally posted by: candyprincess

okay so when are u posting the first part

TODAY! im almost done actually...

luv rani

Originally posted by: hot_girl_2525

ooops i ment engaged not married😆if it was married i'd probably put angry face instead of that 1 or else plotting a way 2 divorce them😆😆

lmao...well same here. no way will she be married...NO WAY haha

luv rani

hmm sounds intresting havin a story on only 1 persons point of view sumthin totally different.. im likin it already! lolz 😆

Originally posted by: desiigirl19

OK here is the thing:

THIS STORY WILL ALL BE IN KRIPA'S POINT OF VIEW. So whenever the story goes on its going to be about how she's viewing it or its according to her perspective.

rani

hmm that sounds pretty interesting....we will know what she is thinking and al...😛..post first part soon

When r u posting the 1st part???

Chapter 1

I sat in front of the window as the bright sun tortured my eyes slowly. Only one more day to go, I told myself. Tomorrow, I would officially become Mrs. Sameer Talwar. I smiled as I thought about the man in my life. I had grown up with him ever since I was six when my parents left me alone. But their memories are so faded that I hardly ever missed them in the Talwar house. I sat on my bed now,the pillow under my arms. I picked up Sameer's photo from my side table and looked at it for a second. He was, no doubt, one of the most gorgeous guys I had ever met. I didnt love him yet but there was something very appealing about him. I still remember that day when he proposed to me. It was my 20th birthday and he had asked me to marry him in front of everyone. I couldnt say No then, I thought. But that night, I thought about everything we had gone through together. It wasnt fair if I rejected him, I thought. He must love me a lot, I was sure.

I sat up again and walked over to the mirror to see how my wedding outfit looked on me. It was a hot pink saree with silver embroidery and diamond jewelry. I smiled as I thought about getting married. Like any girl, I had always looked forward to this since I knew what marriage meant. Those nights that I dreamt of the extravagant affair where I would get Mr. Perfect forever and then live happily ever after. All those days where I thought that I would never find that man in my life was proved wrong on my birthday. And now, I am about to go from Ms. Kripa Sharma to Mrs. Sameer Talwar. What could go wrong now, I pondered. This had to be perfect.

I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. I guess it was that thing all my friends warned me about. Cold Feet. I wasnt nervous, I assured myself of it as I slipped into my slippers and then walked down to the kitchen. I took the chicken sandwich out of the refrigerator after raiding it for atleast 20 minutes. When I found the food, I sat down by the counter and tried to convince myself that I was really happy with my life. I bit down on my sandwich when I heard someone's voice. "Yes but..." Then it stopped. Paranoid, I got up and tip-toed towards the source of the sound. Surprisingly, it was coming out of Amit Uncle's bedroom. Amit Uncle was always like a father figure to me and so I felt bad about eevesdropping on his conversation with his wife. But I ignored my conscience and then slowly hid behind the slightly open door to their room.

"Amit what if she finds out the truth one day?" I tried to hear carefully. Who were they talking about. "Doesnt matter what happens tomorrow Kiran. Once Kripa gets married to our son, we can have all her property to ourself." I tried to think. Maybe I hadnt heard something right. My property? "And besides.." I stopped thinking and continued listening. "..She would never find out the truth. I mean we hid the fact that she was adopted by her own parents. So we can hide the fact that the only reason Sameer is marrying her is for her property." I froze now. I did not want to beleive what I was told. Rather, not told. When I heard someone walk towards the door, I quickly ran away up the stairs and straight into my room, almost crashing into my pillow. They lied. They all lied. I am adopted? I felt so worthless. Why wouldnt they tell me this, I wondered. I quickly got up and sat at my desk and pulled out the little antique box that had been under my desk for the past 14 years. I wanted to open it but somehow I always ended up shoving it under my desk again. Because I never knew what was in it. Memories, perhaps.

I took the small key and opened it carefully. As soon as it opened, a bright light struck my eye, blinding me for a fraction of a second. I opened my eyes again and looked at the little silver band with diamonds embedded in it. I love you forever. I read it with the tears in my eyes. The little box belonged to my mother. A woman I never really knew and I would never the chance to. I unhooked my silver chain and slipped the ring onto it. I would never lose it, I promised myself. As I looked into the box again, I saw a little piece of paper in there. It opened it up slowly, still smelling that lilac perfume that distantly reminded me of my mother. I smiled silently and then began to read it. I am sorry my love. I frowned at the first sentence. Sorry? For what, mom?

I wanted to give this letter to you when you were younger but I coudlnt. Now you are 18 and responsible enough to make your own decisions. That is why I decided to give you this letter today. Kripa, as hard as it is to say, but this is the truth. You are not our daughter my child.

I felt like crying. I wanted to rip the letter in half and throw it out but I read on. When you were six months old, your mother left her with us so that you could get a better life. I wanted to shoot myself, my mom. My real mom. Who was she? Her name was Sneha. She was my best friend through high school and college but she made one mistake. She fell in love with your real father, who took advantage of her and then left forever. She didnt want you to grow up thinking that you were some kind of mistake and that is why she gave you to me. And I cant tell you how happy I am that she did. Kripa, I know youre hurt right now. You bet I am! But I want you to forgive us. Please. If you really love us, youre going to put this letter away and come and give us a big hug right now. Love, your mom.

I closed the letter the put it back in the box. If you really love us, youre going to put this letter away and come and give us a big hug right now. Love, your mom. I wanted to go hug her, tell her that I loved her. But I coudlnt. She had probably written this letter a long time ago when she didnt know what destiny had in store for her. For a moment I felt really angry. Like someone had just told me the most bitter truth of life. I was adopted. I looked into the box again and saw a little picture under the letter. I slowly dug it out and held it between my fingers and stared at it. It was a picture of my mother with another woman and then my dad on my mom's side. I smiled and flipped it over. I saw words. Names written on the back. Sneha Oberoi , Saakshi Dutta, and Surya Sharma. 1984. I smiled as I read the year but then realized the importance of that picture. Sneha Oberoi. My mother? I turned back to the photo and looked at the woman in it. That was my mother. I ran my fingers over it as if I had come across a treasure. Perhaps I had. She looked so beatiful, I thought. She had a slender body and delicate looks. I smiled and then realized that my smile resembled hers. I suddenly felt overwhelmed with tears and put the picture in the box and shut it close as fast as I could. I had to find her. I had to find her now. I looked over to my dresser and saw my wedding gown placed there as neatly as possible. I remembered Amit Uncle's words again. Once Kripa gets married to our son, we can have all her property to ourself. I couldnt let this happen to me.

I sat in my room all dressed up as I heard the music play downstairs. I was about to get married to someone who didnt care about me in less than fifteen minutes. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to remember my mom. I suddenly sat up as I remembered her letter. I couldnt just sit here and get ruined. I had to leave. Run away. Leave this place forever. I stood up on my bed that was conveniently by the window and looked out. My room was in the back of the house so I knew it was easy to escape. I slowly stepped outside the window and down the little fire espace. As I tried to leave, I heard someone enter my room and in the frustration of the situation, she saw me. That woman saw me! I ran for my life and then jumped off the edge of the ladder.

I tried my best to run in that heavy wedding gown I was already wearing. I almost tripped four time but I kept on going. I turned around to see a Jeep follow me. It was them. The men that were guarding the gates. They were speeding up behind me as I kept going. Before I knew, they were right behind me, almost touching. I felt like they would just stretch their hand and pull me into the jeep but before they could, I stopped when I saw bright lights in front of my eyes. What was it? The lights were too bright for me to figure out. But then the lights turned off and the lights from the Jeep behind me shone on them. I could see them now. There were five motorcycles there. One on each and two on the one to the far right.

They were all strangers to me. But I figured asking them for help was a hundred time better than going back home. Before anyone would move, I ran towards the bikers. The person closest to me was the one in the center and so I ran to him and begged. "Please save me. Or else they wont spare me...please." I couldnt see his face because he had a helmet on, just like the others. Yet I saw a glimpse of his eyes under the helmet. He stared at me for a few seconds and then looked at the men in front of him. "Let her go guys. I dont want to break your bones." The men jumped out of the Jeep with baseball bats and stood in front of them, angry. "We dont want to either." I stood there, scared. When one man moved forward, I grabbed the biker's arm and moved behind him. He turned his head to look at me and for some reason, I felt safe. He looked at the men again but spoke to me. "Get behind me." He ordered. I never took orders from anyone before but I took it from him. I quickly sat behind him and felt his arm move as he accelerated the motorcycle, making a loud sound. Before I knew, he drove off at the fastest speed imaginable with his friends behind him. I held on to him tightly. I could not afford to let go.

well there it is...the first part! ok now. LEAVE comments!!!!!!!! bcoz i really need to know how my lil "experiment" is working. soooo TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK

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