Arylie TS: The demons of my past, part 2 updated on page 5 - Page 3

Originally posted by: mltr16

Aaja behen, me waiting

Chalo aa gayi!

OMG first off you write so well, I was hooked!!! loved loved loved the story, his emotions were well portrayed by also making use the growth of their relationship is noted! You can't stop at the revelation like that!!! that is just cruel 😭... update soon!

Also side not: if the story is more than one post it is not an OS it will become a TS (sorry I am very finicky about this)

This is soooo good 🥺

This was great and heart touching👏😭. I have stopped watching the show, but wonder if this is how the revelation should happen.

Ouch.... my poor heart 💔

kitna rulaogey yaar....

so kal isiliye sherlock bani thi madam about this scene 😆

better to meet is friend then my lazy teenager explanation 😆

do i seem like overcompensating my heartache with smileys? 🤔

never mind so they are married.... iss shadi ko kya naam du bhar bhar ke emotion hai still platonic? 😲

khair ab imlie supreme court me aruji ka sabse sensitive case pahuch gaya hai....

and why is the 2nd part short lady??? 🥱

That was very engaging.

This was my favorite line:

"God, why do you have to be such a mountain of a man" she panted as she tried to budge him.

I love a bit of comedy. I think it adds spice to romance.

Very well done again. You must have been typing this a while. Did you take a break since seeing the episode? This was long!

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Mary 🤗 actually would you believe it if I said I had finished up to the point he takes her back to bedroom a couple of hours before the episode and then finished the rest after. After I posted I had to go back and fix quite a few errors 😃😃 I type probably as fast as I think, bahooooot tajurba hai typing ka, so getting the story done once the idea shapes is not a problem.

It did get long didn’t it? I could not find a good point to stop until we came to where we did. I so appreciate your encouragement. If you ever have ideas to make it even better, please do PM me. 😘 What I find intriguing about seasoned writers is their ability to channel all these different characters. For me, Imlie’s humor is a challenge. She is so childlike at times, thoda OTT but then boy can her zingers zing. I have forgotten what it is like to be childlike and my zingers don’t come to me unless the right person is presents the right opportunity 🤪

Anyway, I still think my brain probably had a seizure at some point, my temporal lobe got triggered and I started writing. Ah, that’s right the seizure must have happened the day she shrilly screamed Babuuuuuusaheb and I wanted to strangle either her or me, her for being weak enough to try again after all the shit and me for watching said shit 🤪🤪🤪🤪

Originally posted by: SundariP

Ouch.... my poor heart 💔

kitna rulaogey yaar....

so kal isiliye sherlock bani thi madam about this scene 😆

better to meet is friend then my lazy teenager explanation 😆

do i seem like overcompensating my heartache with smileys? 🤔

never mind so they are married.... iss shadi ko kya naam du bhar bhar ke emotion hai still platonic? 😲

khair ab imlie supreme court me aruji ka sabse sensitive case gaya hai....

and why is the 2nd part short lady??? 🥱

Abhi likha kahaan hai second part. Mera ek usool hai jaani, underpromise, overdeliver. 🤪🤪🤪🤪
Nah, I never know if I can do justice to things or not. Kya pata kab mera sparrow brain ludhak jaaye 😜 100% on the Sherlock Holmes bit. Now you know my tricks huh!

Originally posted by: lovereading14

Chalo aa gayi!

OMG first off you write so well, I was hooked!!! loved loved loved the story, his emotions were well portrayed by also making use the growth of their relationship is noted! You can't stop at the revelation like that!!! that is just cruel 😭... update soon!

Also side not: if the story is more than one post it is not an OS it will become a TS (sorry I am very finicky about this)

Yes I will edit the title when I do part two. I know it is spelled out somewhere. Thanks for pakdooing my kaan on that one. And I like finicky people because I am one 😜😜

Hopefully I can for a little bit this morning before work. Unless I get distracted by the DT toli ke shenanigans 🤪🤪🤪 I have to say I love that toli to pieces and I have only been on for what, three days?

Originally posted by: mltr16

Jawidalvi I am waiting for the day I get a heart from you 😉 :P

Aww you did! Well now my story is going to wait for one 😜 love ya for reading my stories so regularly. Unmute yourself someday please.

Mmmmmmm

This plot seems interesting. Waiting to see how it unfolds.

So, now that the filler, BORINGLY predictable (yawn) episode is over, maybe this will entertain you a little more.

Part 2 in this TS. I hope you like my vision of this night and what transpires between Aryan and Imlie in the aftermath of the revelation of his biggest truth. Thanks for reading and to my silent readers, please unmute and write to me. I treasure it more than you know. 🤗

Part 2

Previously,

"Aditya Kumar Tripathi" Imlie read softly. Her heart sinking, she felt as if she had been sucker punched in the gut.

As realization dawned in her eyes, she raised disbelieving eyes up at him.

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Aryan visibly swallowed, nervous at her reaction. He should have expected it.

"Aryan?" he heard her soft voice and could not bring himself to meet her eyes, he stared stoically at the file.

Blindly, Imlie put aside the file and got to her feet, and walked with wobbly legs to the wall of windows opposite their bed, looking out into the night, her face anguished.

Arvind Bhaiyya had died a horrible death. Her mind tried to fit all the puzzle pieces together. Aryan's animosity to Aditya since their first meeting at Bhaskar Times. She had always put it down to an instant dislike between two random people. It happens, people can connect in an instant, positively or negatively and there is nothing right or wrong about it.

Now she realized, there was much more to that animosity than just an instant dislike. This was .........pure, unadulterated hatred.

When he had realized that Babusaheb was her husband, had she become a mere pawn in his game of revenge and retribution?

She took a breath and crossed her arms, tipping her head to look at the sky.

The seeds of what had happened between her and Babusaheb had been sown a long time before Aryan had entered their lives. Malini didi had set the fire that had destroyed their marriage and Babusaheb had fueled it with his distrust. It had burned down their relationship to ashes and Imlie had known there was no phoenix rising from those ashes.

No. I cannot blame Aryan for my breakup with Babusaheb. He had only been a gentleman the night at the hotel when he had offered her his jacket for warmth. So rattled was she that night that she had just looked at him blankly while he pulled it over her shoulders.

Babusaheb had simply put on the colored glasses Malini didd had handed him and decided that his version of what he witnessed was the right one. He had then gone and singlehandedly ruined the things she treasured most in her young life,their relationship, her faith, self-esteem, confidence and finally her character. That relationship that she had always felt Sita Maiyya had forged had ended despite her repeated attempts to salvage it.

With Aryan's constant encouragement, she had regained her self-respect, her independence to pursue her dreams. In him she had found a strong, supportive friend, a partner, a loving family who loved her so much it ached, and eventually a spouse who never curtailed her flight to success.

If one used you as a pawn in their game, shouldn't you feel.....well, USED? Instead she felt stronger - emotionally and physically. Aryan never stifled her thoughts, opinions, never ridiculed them. They could talk and debate their view points. No, she didn't feel used, she felt empowered.

Babusaheb being demoted to an obituary writer, her mind presented the next argument. What about that?

Imlie narrowed her eyes. He had been demoted for sheer impudence. She knew Aryan spared no one when it came to unprofessionalism, Babusaheb was no exception to this rule. No, her intellect came to a conclusion. Babusaheb had brought that upon himself.

Her mind had run out of arguments. Her intellect had made its decision.

She turned around to look at Aryan. Today, he had laid open his soul to her. This stoic, often impassive appearing man had hidden his torment for a long, long time. He had burned for revenge for years.

Her eyes glistened and she swallowed a growing lump in her throat as she watched him. He sat at the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped, leaning forward, with his elbows resting on his knees, he stared at the floor, as if waiting for her judgement.

Her heart ached for him. What was he thinking? Was she that important to him that he cared what she thought?

If he didn't, why would he tell her everything, why would he open his heart like he did today, her intellect argued back. Her husband, she thought. He was her husband, her partner, the force that had reached into the dismal abyss her life had become at Malini didi and Babusaheb's hands, the force that had pulled her out back to light.

It was time to be that force for him. Could she pull it off? He was stubborn as a mule once he had his mind set on something. She could not imagine the trauma of having to standby and watch helplessly as someone you loved burned to death. Imlie squeezed her eyes shut at the unbidden images this thought evoked.

She opened her eyes, he had not moved an inch. She slowly walked to him and stood in front of him. Silently, she cupped his face and slowly raised it to meet her eyes. They stared at each other for long minutes. She could see the anxiety in his gaze. She shook her head slowly and pulled him to her. Aryan buried his face in her stomach, inhaling long and deep, holding her tight. She was the anchor he needed tonight.

Imlie held him close to her, her brow furrowed, feeling as though the dynamics were shifting between them and hurriedly shoved that thought aside. She put her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him away.

He slowly loosened his embrace and drew back. Imlie could feel him receding from her emotionally, seeming almost.....insecure. She was not going to let him retreat behind his walls though, not tonight.

She sat beside him, linking her arm in his, she put her head on his shoulder.

"I know you did not use me as a pawn to get back at Babusaheb." she stated quietly.

Aryan didn't realize he had been holding his breath until he let out a long shaky breath. She had said that so easily, that he almost found it hard to believe. But he was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Her thoughts, her opinions about him had become invaluable to him. It did not matter what the world accused him of doing in the future. All that mattered to him was what Imlie felt. And with this one simple statement, she had released him from the guilt he had been feeling for the past few months. The guilt of having hidden something from someone so pure-hearted, someone he loved.

"Did they ever find the person who set the car on fire?" she asked. He grimaced and clenched his fist.

"They did. He is serving a life sentence in Tihar Jail."

He paused before continuing with gritted teeth. "But it's the one the law could not punish, the one who is still roaming freely that I am after. If I do nothing else in life, Imlie, I WILL destroy him. If he had not inflamed that crowd with his persistent loud questions, if he had not pushed Jiju into the car.......Arvind Bhaiyya would have been alive. I would have had a chance to protect him and get him out of there. But Aditya Kumar Tripathi denied me that chance."

"Its karma, Imlie. He will have to pay for his crime and I am going to deliver justice. For destroying my family's peace and happiness that night." He said fiercely.

Imlie winced at the vehemence in his tone. She wondered if this was the right time to explore his thirst for revenge further. She felt Aryan rest his head on hers with a sigh. Two months ago, she would have shied away from this sort of intimacy, but in this sacred space they were holding between them right now, being close to him felt just right.

Their family likely had a long, emotional day ahead of them tomorrow. There would be time to talk, she decided. She could not watch him carry this burden any longer and by "destroying" Babusaheb she did not want him to place a burden on his soul too. Aryan was a good man, she hoped he would see that destiny had a way of meting out justice, righting wrongs. It was not his place to punish Babusaheb. She needed to think more about how to approach this delicate topic with him.

Aryan was exhausted. He just did not want to think about anything anymore. He had known that there was security and comfort in the touch of a loved one - his mother, sister, brother. But in Imlie's one embrace he had found comfort, love, serenity, relief and a measure of peace again. Would she let him hold her tonight, if he asked? he wondered.

Over the last two months, they had realized that the pillow fortress served no purpose and so Imlie had stopped building it of late. He would still find her curled up against him every morning. As he had suspected, the air conditioner had nothing to do with it. He'd spend his nights alert to her movements though ensuring that he either slept on his back or turned away from her. He still remembered his promises, but tonight, he needed the solace that only her proximity could provide.

He asked her quietly, "Shall we go to bed?"

Imlie nodded and began unlinking their arms, but he stopped her. His heart sped up as he gathered the nerve to ask her, "Will you let me hold you tonight?"

"Err, I think you already do that every night, Aryan." She sounded amused. Here he was nervous as a teenager and she was laughing at him. Just like Imlie.

"I do not. Its you who sidles up to me all the time. God, can you even imagine how difficult that is for me, to wake up with you pressed up against me every morning?" he asked her a little annoyed.

She looked at him wide eyed, "It is? Why?"

Aryan looked at the ceiling and closed his eyes, shaking his head. Was she really this innocent or was she pulling his leg again?

"What? What did I say?"

"Nothing. Just let it go." a tired Aryan replied. She smiled apologetically and tried to get up. He stopped her again, "Don't." So Imlie just crawled in to bed from his side and lay down next to him. They lay there facing each other, his eyes holding her gaze. He felt a rising sense of wonder as he realized that tonight they had taken a giant step toward each other.

Imlie gazed back at him. Why was her breathing so funny all of a sudden and why was her heart beating hard enough that she could hear the rush all the way in her ears. She stared at him in wonder, what was it about him that made her feel that way.

Her mind flashed back to the first time Babusaheb had touched her, mistaking her for Malini Didi. She had felt butterflies in her stomach then but this was on a different level altogether. She felt like there was something caught in her chest, her cheeks burned, her breath felt hot, her heart pounded, her skin tingled and she felt an irresistible urge to touch him.

"Don't." he said huskily. Her eyes were so expressive. He knew what was happening and he was determined to keep his promise.

That voice. It did things to her. "Don't what?" she asked.

Aryan just reached out and lightly ran his palm from her forehead to her nose. "Sleep." he whispered.

She closed her eyes obediently, her heart refusing to settle down.

Aryan linked the fingers of his hand with hers and pulled it close to his chest as he closed his eyes, making yet another attempt to sleep. Imlie opened her eyes and looked at her husband as his face slowly relaxed.

What was this tenderness? This instinct to want to protect?

He had told her he loved her. She knew he was keeping a respectable distance between them because he was worried about fulfilling his promise to her. Was she ready to give him more than friendship? Imlie's mind shied away again from the thought. No, not now. She did not want to think about it right now. She had to focus on her goals, Aryan was simply trying to hold up his end of the bargain and she should hold up hers. That was her last thought as she finally fell asleep.

Aryan woke up early the next morning. He could feel her breathing evenly right next to him. Today though, he felt relaxed. She had come to him voluntarily and that was a big enough baby step for him. He had a bargain to keep, she had some goals and dreams to pursue. She needed to focus all her energies on the opportunity of a lifetime that was coming her way soon and Aryan was determined that nothing, not even him, would distract her from it.

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So there used to be a post script about there not being a third part. Well, we recently wrapped up this part of their story in Chapter 13 of the SS Full Circle. You are welcome to go read it. 🤗