THE COLOR PALETTE OF EMOTIONS - ARYLIE FF (On HIATUS) - Page 4

Awesome story

Loving the intrigue and buildup

Update soon

Originally posted by: RSBS

Great, better than idiot and stupid Imlie, I would love a dark Imlie, a Imlie who is the female version of Aryan Singh Rathore, a Imlie, who has same thinking and intensity as ASR. A Imlie, who is as hungry for revenge and protecting the right people as ASR. I wish in the show also this happens, and if this happens, Imlie will also understand ASR, and his thought process, as well as his unconditional love for her. And then only, she will be the rightful Imlie Aryan Singh Rathore.

Good job, I am really impressed with your writing👍🏼. Please continue❤️.....

Hey guys, I am tagging you and author of the story (for the comment only), read this FF, it's great 😌. I am very proud with our writing team in the forum, and commenting team also. So keep it up👍🏼.

Thank you for all the love and praise you showered. I will try my best in the next chapter too to give you a good time reading it...🤗

Originally posted by: Priti1610

O i just loved it.. Make them fell for each other and there pakdaniya trip a bliss for them..plse update soon...

This story is dedicated to color of emotions. You will indeed see them falling for each other but how is the question to be answered with the story. Hope you have a good time reading the next chapter too❤️

Originally posted by: Hiccup

Ooooh!! I like this dark imlie...she sounds so confident n in control...

Even the not in control parts uhm..regarding her oh so delicious hubby🤪I mean come on its ASR...its impossible to not drool over him☺️

Obvio dark and controlled for others but her husband is too good looking to not swoon over and controlling the emotions is heck HARD🤣

Originally posted by: Madhu_Sharma123

This was outstanding😘😘😘. I have read so many stories on arylie in this forum only but but I must appreciate u this very very different from all those stories ur tooooo good.

U version God it's brilliant. Go my girl iam sure ur gonna rock it in upcoming updates aaa.

Now I have high high hopes in further story😘😘😘😘.

Plz update soon.

Believe me dear your comment made my day. I am so happy after reading your comment. I will try my best to stand in your expectations and give you the best time while reading my story

Originally posted by: R.Pandey

Read both the chapters in one go.. Dark Imlie is something I never knew I needed to see.. Hope she takes revenge on everyone who failed her..

Haha... I will make sure Imlie to make many people cry😆

Originally posted by: nmurali

Lovely update. I liked their little tiff and banter. Really curious to see what is going on in Imlie's head/brain about being grey...

More tiffs and banters coming in the next chapter😆 You might love it😉

Originally posted by: aaradhaya1688

Awesome story

Loving the intrigue and buildup

Update soon

Thank you so much🤗

I am very grateful to everyone who is commenting on this story. When I see such beautiful words I felt like putting a little more effort into the story which really resembles sometimes what I wanna see in the television😳

So Thank You so much and I hope you have a real good time reading this😃

CHAPTER-02 : HICKORY

As I drove the car Aryan got busy with his emails and couldn’t even look around.

He wouldn’t have taken any break from driving if the email had not arrived. A new department is being planned to open up for the entertainment section in ‘Bhaskar Times’.

“Imlie any thoughts regarding the new department?”, asked Aryan.

“Maybe it should focus on celebrities and lifestyle,” I replied.

“That’s Better. It will be popular between many sections and will also generate good revenue. Wait… from when you are more into commercialization than ideals?”

“What? An entertainment space is for light hearted things too. Not everyone loves seriousness and we do have the whole newspaper dedicated to serious matters”, I kept my reasoning in front of him.

“You have seriously changed. Good”

Did he think this was my progress? He is always into making me strong and independent at least vocally, which sometimes makes me feel indebted to him.

“ABP”

“Hmm? Do you wanna say anything?”

“I asked you to do a background search?”

This time he lifted his head from the tablet and looked towards me. I could feel his stare on my face and then abruptly he murmured, “Oh! Yes… The Hostel Warden.”

“Yes… any transaction a few months back?”

“Yes”, he said calmly.

“From whom?”

“Malini”

I wasn't very surprised. Though I was out of that hostel the warden behavior never felt justified. There was something more which meets the eye and here it is. She got money from Malini didi to throw me out. Very rapid turn of events in my life were taking place at that time, as if all these things were only done to put me with Aryan. Sita Maiyya is it? But was it worth the pain I suffered? I didn’t have a place to call as a shelter after being thrown on the road, my character was sabotaged in front of so many girls before I was thrown. Even the rose I gave her didn’t become a medium for her to treat me with a little respect. Why? Because money speaks and humbleness doesn't?

“Imlie there are more transactions like this”, Aryan broke my trance once again.

“What?” I was taken aback for a second.

“Yes, from time to time she had some good chunks of money delivered to her account.”

“Quite interesting isn’t it ABP?”

“Are you up for something with her?”

“Naah, not now. But can we find who are the ones who delivered money to her?”

“Yes, two girls frequently put money in her account and some male names are here too.”

“ABP, let's keep an eye on her. There was a girl who had a bad accident and became handicapped while living in the hostel under this warden. It is a story I heard from a friend there. This warden has something up on her sleeves for real.”

“Okay, but will it be of gain?” Aryan enquired.

I spared him a glance and I totally understood he was calculating his gains.

“What if I say it’s solely for my sake?” I asked him.I don’t want to give him expectations but if my intuitions are right I felt like we can pull out something beneficial for us.

“Then it’s okay. I won’t question anymore”

He was being lenient to me I guess not because we suddenly are in tune or in love. But for the very first clause of our contract that says he can’t question my actions and will never pry in my demands.

But I seriously ponder from time to time what made him so desperate to marry me? Aditya Kumar Tripathi, the reason like I was thinking before or something else? Aah it’s definitely frustrating. I don’t understand this man but I am glad he didn’t go against it. Last time I wanted a fake marriage as a negotiation, I was a real fool… I should have written that on a contract paper too like this time. Now he won’t be able to go against the clauses. To be honest I don’t mind being married to him but I definitely didn’t wish for this forceful marriage too. I am just twenty and I have many plans in the bucket list. After divorce love marriage in the future was one of them too but only when I reach the age of twenty-five or twenty-six, after achieving my other dreams and being mature enough mentally. Now forget about love marriage, The Great Imlie from Pagdandia got married twice for others. I hope, if there is a third time then I want it for myself without any external pressure.

Also I had a good life, I was slowly getting over Aditya babu and had a college life to complete. Marriage was never a choice for me. Even thinking about this, it boils my blood. Once forced by villagers and now by this very Jumbo Guy with eight packs. These people forced me to become like this; spoon feeding my own life’s major decisions the way they wanted. Aryan never harmed me like others yet it’s hard to believe him too, as at the end of the day he was also the one who forced me. I will make sure he repents well.

One thought led to another and became a train of thoughts which was seeping anger in my veins suddenly halted with a bang.

The tablet from Aryan’s hand fell down.

“What the hell?”, he exclaimed.

I would have hit the steering wheel badly if I hadn’t worn the seat belt. What in the world actually happened, Sita maiyya?

“Imlie are you okay?”

“Very much fine” I tried to assure him in the most awkward style.

“What the hell happened to the car?” Aryan scowled and went outside to find the problem.

I couldn’t sit comfortably and went outside too. He had already opened the bonet and was looking for technical faults.

“Kaa hua?(What happened?)”

“Ye gaari thik nehi hogi.(This car will not function anymore)”

“Kaahe?(Why?)” I spoke with a panic stricken voice.

Broken car in the middle of a highway. A total ‘Hazardous Situation!’ But if he had already listened to my wishes, this situation wouldn’t have unfolded in the first place.

“Now think how you drove the car. Even engine ne saath chor dia(Even engine left your company)”

“Ruko! Tum humko kaahe doshi banawat ho?(Wait! Why are you making me the culprit?)”

“Aren’t you? After all, you were driving…”

I was speechless for a second but though it’s an intentional situation yet it’s not for my driving skills hence I backfired with my words, “Aree Ei ka baat hui gawa? Dekho hum gaari chalawat rahe kaahe ki tum busy the. Ab Lambigaari kaahe dam tor dio, oo baare me hum kaise jaanat rahe? (What kind of thing is this? Look, I drove because you were busy. Now why the car malfunctioned how could I know?)”

“Tumne shayed brake aur accelerator ek saath daba dia hoga?( You could have used brake and accelerator together)”

“Tohar ko aisan kaahe lagat hai? Hum ei ko dhang se chalawat to rahe peechle dui ghanta se.( Why do you feel like that? I am driving from past two hours)”

Now my attention went to the car, “Lambigaari tum batao itna nakhra kaahe dikhawat ho?( Now car can you explain me why are you throwing such tantrums?)”

“Koi jawab mila?( Did you get any answer?)” Aryan asked me.

After looking straight at the car for a few seconds and wondering, I actually do have an answer.

“Hao, mila. (Yes, got it)”

“What?”

“Ei humse gussa hui gawa( She is angry on me)”

“And why is that?”

“Kaahe naa ho gussa? Hum ooke pati jo chinat rahe. (Why will she not be angry? I have snatched her husband already)”

Aryan gave me a confused look.

“Dekho tum hui gawa Mr. Fast Forward aur ei thi tohar Mrs. Par hum ban gaye tohar Mrs. aur ei ki soutan. Ooke upar hum ei ko chalawat raahe to aa gayi ei ko gussa aur humko maar di koni ei raaste ka bich ma. Simple! (Look, you are Mr. Fast Forward and she was your wife but I became your wife and her co wife. On top of that I was driving her so she got angry and broke down in the middle of the road. Simple!)“

“Imlie…How do you even think of such explanation? Just how?” Aryan conveyed his words as if he just no more knows how to deal with me. He continued, “I want to vocalize more but I just can’t. You are some different living species. Your brain works way too differently”

I couldn’t help but agree with him, I was the one who didn’t send this car for servicing yesterday and sent the other one, when this was the one I should have sent because of today’s journey. This car was already suffering from loose battery cables and dirty fuel filters. Glad it came a long way but the fault is his. Why didn’t he say yes to my proposal of going to Pagdandia by bus? Now this wouldn’t have been an issue if he had said yes before.

“Now what should we do?”

“We can do anything except to stay here in the middle of the road”, said I.

He gave me a confused look.

“Dekho hum samjhawat hai touhka. Hamar gao ma ek amir aadmi theo. Ooke pass ma Maruti Suzuki 800 gaari theo.(Look I am explaining it to you. There was a rich man in our village. He had a car of Maruti Suzuki 800 model.)”

"So?”

“So? Ooke gaari ma handle theo jo ghumawat the hum gaari ki khirki kholne ke khaatir. Jo Mrs. Lambi gaari ke paas naahi hai. Ei ki to khirki bhi engine on rahne ma hi kholat jaa sakat hai.( So? That car had handles to open its windows which is not available in this car. The windows open only when the car engine works)”

“Then let me start the engine. Even if we can’t drive we can sit in the car and can ask for lift to someone else” Aryan said and went towards the driving seat to start the engine of the car.

My mind roared at me. This should not happen. If we can take a lift we can also go by bus. I wanted him to travel by bus. The last time we did was only the journey from Pagdandia to Delhi. And he sat with Aditya babu. This time I wanted him to get the infamous body ache for not being able to sit comfortably. Others didn't count as we sat above the bus. I saw him trying his best to start the car.

And then my eyes went to the loosely connected cables and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you, Sita Maiyya”, I murmured.

After this I just pulled out the other two cables which ultimately extinguished the last hope of the engine to start again.

Ignition Switch Failure…Successful!

“ABP… It’s useless to waste time here. Let us walk ahead. It’s already past twelve. If we waste more time here then it would be dark. Also it’s risky to stay on a national highway at night. Even if dacoits don’t come after us, wild animals will definitely never ignore us.” , said I, acting a little scared.

He looked at my face puzzled.

“Don’t worry, Dhwajpur is only a few kilometers ahead. If we reach a dhaba we can have the network to call and inform about the car to send it to get repaired. Also we can get a bus to Pagdandia from there.”

Now his face turned a little grey, “Imlie… I was joking when I was saying that for you the car broke down. But now why do I feel like the blow was intentional?”

“Kaa kahat ho? Hum aisan kaahe karenge ABP?(What are you saying? Why will I even do it ABP?)”

I tried to act innocent.

“What you said right now better be the truth. But the way you were so adamant to go to Pagdandia in a bus but later got ready to go in the car is just so similar to the stunt you pulled in the Haldi ceremony. You were behaving perfectly normally that day because you were planning the next mishap” Aryan scoffed.

“What are you saying ABP? That was before the marriage, now we are already married.”

“But you are Imlie…”

This man… Why did he have to be so suspicious?

“ABP if we lose more time talking here we will both be the losers…Look two buses had already passed us. They won’t stop here in the middle of the road. If we need to catch one for ourselves we can get it when we reach the dhaba” I said.

“Okay… I am getting out both the suitcases. We will walk ahead”

“That’s how an intelligent person should speak”, said I with a smile.

While he got busy getting our luggages out from the dickey, I started pinning my saree with safety pins and made pleats with the ‘Aanchal’.

Aryan raised his eyebrows and asked me what I was doing?

“Nothing, just wearing this saree in our village style.”

“And why’s that?”

“Just not to look odd. Because most women here wear saree in this way only.”

“Anything more?” He looked quite interested for a second.

“Yep, just give me ten minutes.”

I started with my saree then I combed my hair and made a bun. I also opened my diamond jewelry and kept it inside my handbag. I wore some gold plated jewelry, got my sindoor and made a big red line from my forehead to the middle of my head.

“Imlie what are you exactly doing?”

“Preparing a good showtime for the villagers.”

“Then why did you keep your diamonds away?”

“We are on the road and I don’t want thieves' attention.”

He couldn’t believe my words.

So I continued, “ABP you better give me that Patek Philippe watch. It draws eyes a lot more than my diamonds”

“What? Why?”

“I will keep it in the bag.”

“You fear too much. There’s no one who will understand the value of the…”, suddenly his face felt like some realization struck him hard, “How do you know its worth and its brand name?”

“Isn’t it simple? Thanks to technology. Any person can click a picture of your hand and enquire google. Voila! It wouldn’t need more than a few seconds to know your watch’s worth”

He couldn’t debate much and gave the watch to me. I kept it with my diamond jewelleries. The only costly thing left with us were our wedding bands.

“Now are we ready to walk?” he asked, quite frustrated from the preparations I did before walking on the streets.

“Actually two more things left to do”, I said while trying to find the wanted thing in my hand bag.

“What now Imlie? We lost nearly half an hour. It's almost 12:30 pm.”

I brought out the small lock and keys I brought in my bag.

“We shouldn’t move without locking our bags. I always used to see the girls arriving in the village after being married to any town or any other village guy. Their bags used to have small locks”

Though I always carried a ‘Potli’ around before, it’s not like I never saw people using bags. It’s just I didn’t need it when I was in the village as I never went outside the village. And when I was married, it was something done in a hurry so I couldn’t buy any bags before marriage. At the end, I arrived with a potli. ‘Potli’ isn’t any kind of signature of mine being a villager, even all the villagers I saw in Delhi do have bags. They take bags wherever they move, at the end of the day people equate potli with illiteracy and being a villager. I left it behind, I don’t want to make it a signature for anyone neither villagers nor city dwellers.

I suddenly remembered how I entered Rathore Mansion with a ‘Potli’ but when I left it was with a ‘Suitcase bag’. When Aditya came into my life, I was called ‘Naukrani’ and life got worse than before which was nothing better. But after Aryan came my life changed, I changed. I couldn’t help but look at him. I could see him closing the bonnet of the car. This man is kind of a fresh breeze, he soothes and applies medicine to past wounds. But sometimes he comes strong enough too and that causes fear and an insurgence of distrust wants to expand in my head.

“Imlie”

I get lost every minute I am left with my thoughts but I come back with his voice.

“Imlie…” this time a little louder.

“Yes” I myself don’t know what this ‘Yes’ resembles, an answer or a question.

“I locked the car. Let’s go”

“Okay, I have already locked the bags.”

“Hmm. Give me that hand luggage bag and one suitcase. Since both suitcase bags have wheels you pull one, I will pull the other. It will be easier.”

We started walking, leaving the car behind. I was lost again, I don’t know where? Whenever I tried new things Aditya either made it a situation of laughter or he would join my ignorant troupe. Even if I didn’t want to ‘the eating with chopsticks memory’ haunts me. One didn’t bother to teach me to show that he accepts me the way I am but ignored that the flow of the world doesn't change but the other used his efforts to make me eligible enough to have my ground firm. Only skills bring honor not ignorance.

I suddenly saw Aryan attending a call. He dismissed the call and turned around to look at me with arched eyebrows.

“Imlie is it true that this car wasn’t send for servicing yesterday?”

My oh my! I have been caught.

He came near me with an angry face, “You said you would take the responsibility of sending the car for servicing. How could you be this irresponsible Imlie? Just how could you send the other car?”

He wasn’t shouting at me but the strong command he held in his voice. I must admit I hate it. I hate this resistance that I receive from him. It’s the same tone he used when he forced the marriage down my throat. If he had kept the friend profile and someday would propose normally I might have accepted with affection. But he forced it down without any explanation using this very tone. I have cried, I have shown my anger, I have pleaded but whenever he used this tone no words came to justify his actions.

“I did it intentionally,” I said with a calm voice.

He looked as if he couldn’t process my words. So I said again with a soft yet firm voice, “I swapped the cars intentionally. I didn’t send the car we drove today.”

“But why?”

I smirked and said, “Maybe because you ignored my wish of going to Pagdandia by bus.”

“Even the cables got detached when I saw while closing the bonnet. It was not detached before”

“I did it”

“Why Imlie? Only because you wanted to go by bus?”

“Bus? Indeed, you not only said no but also made sure to pass a ‘No’ by Arpita didi and kaakimaa too. Now let’s stop wasting time and move forward. We have to reach the dhaba before sunset. Is it okay Aryan? Would you start to move your feet? We have a long distance to cover.” I said and started walking ahead.

This time I won’t explain like you didn’t before. Everytime I felt the ‘Revenge story’ is a lie as a reason, I was in a helpless state wanting to know the real reason behind the marriage. I won’t explain that I don’t want attention from the villagers by bringing a car there, I don’t want them to have an idea of our financial status and also the power you hold as my husband Aryan Singh Rathore. I don’t want to let the villagers have enough time to guard up their sleeves. I don’t want to let them understand what kind of havoc they are going to face next week. Things have already started to change when I started to change. I will make sure they pay the price for the past of my mother and also my scarred childhood.

I saw Aryan was walking with the suitcase behind me, he was totally out of himself for a second. But I know well he will come with another string of powerful words to question my actions.

And I will explain nothing to you Aryan Singh Rathore, absolutely nothing. You also need to understand what it feels when one doesn't get a proper explanation for any course of action. The frustration that stacks up inside the mind is impossible to ignore.

This emotion definitely brings that shade of brown in life - Hickory!

Author Note: Well once again thank you and as I said before my effort in writing is kind of proportional to the comments. I hope you all will express freely in the comments about how you feel of this story. I hope all of you enjoyed this chapter too. Thank you so much.🤗

Extra: Also I do have a question if the last part of the chapter was a scene in the serial they definitely would have used a song in the background. What kind of song would you have recommended for the two scenes-

01. Imlie looking at Aryan comparing her lives with both of the men?

02. Imlie hiding her reason for travelling by bus to Pagdandia?

Yours Sincerely,

Mimi😳

Guess this chapter isn't that interesting😅