PariJat SS:Raavan - Page 5

Originally posted by: Kavya_P

Nice chappy dear aish

Sad too

Eagerly waiting for Rajat

Update soon

Originally posted by: swetiii

amazing
that's true..
husband can be very fussy in jealousy & ego
poor pari
I think she will meet rajat there
update asap

Originally posted by: swetiii

read ur note..
am happy that u r reading my ff
will wait for ur response
🤗

Originally posted by: aishg1698

aaj pakka😳

Pari was waiting for her husband to return who had just went to chill alone.

Pari heard his footsteps and excitedly welcomed him with a hug. He hugged her back but it was short lived as he threw up on the floor.

Pari's eyes widened in shock. He is drunk? She could not believe what she saw. She would have digested it if he was merely drunk but he was so intoxicated that he could merely stand on his feet, let alone walk.

Pari's anger raged through her throat and there for the first time she raised her voice in front of him. "You were boozing? What is with you Dev?". The normally innocent and calm homely lady died as she questioned him.

He still could not get his senses . Pari in a state of shock grabbed his arm and roared like a wounded tigress " Dev"

"Slap"

"This is what you deserved ...u little witch"

"You are talking to your husband not to that Ramesh."

Spoke the drunk Dev. The slap had left finger marks on her left cheek. Her beautiful eyes glistened with tears of hatred.

"How dare you Dev?" She curtly asked.

"How dare me? Ha-Ha i can do anything. You are nothing more than a bloody women. My slave." With this he grabbed her neck and forced himself on her. After satisfying his manly ego, he smirked at his victory and threw her on the sofa and moved himself to the bed.

Pari was lost. She did not believe that what just happened was real. Was it the same husband who would send her 1000 letters to hear her before marriage? Was it the same lover boy who said " i won't touch you until you allow" ... Was it the same man who helped her professionally? Was it the same man who said " You are my angel". No he was not. Probably his mask had fallen off. He is jealous...jealous of her raising power, of her work, of her success. Pari could not believe all these years she had lived a fake marriage.

"You are nothing more than a bloody women" "You are my angel " these verses too contradictory to say that the same man had spoken them, just different occasions to the same person.

Pari fixed herself and walked slowly to the small idol of Lord Ram.

"Husband is the shadow of God. Right? What had i done? Did i betray him? I talked to men. N even he talks to women. Do i go around questioning him. He boozed . I just raised my voice a little bit in worry and he???" She sobbed and continued "Why had all this started ? Because i was becoming independent? I loved him. For God sake at least i respected him." There came the real answer. Now Pari understood it was not love. It was duty that she had been taught of. A duty that a women needs to fulfill. It was never love...and never can be...

"Look to whom i'm talking, the same Ram who had sent his wife to exile on hearing a washerman's nonsense" she sarcastically laughed at her statement and added " Everything will never be fine Ankita." She cried herself to sleep on the floor.

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