Unspeakable Love FF NEW PART- 18 PG 19

Hi. Well this is my first FF. It's just an idea that i decided to put down. I hope you like it. If you guys have any ideas, feedback, or just criticism, feel free. I don't mind. There is no such thing as bad criticism, well, according to me that is.


Part One - Pg. 1
Part Two- Pg. 2
Part Three- Pg. 2
Part Four- Pg. 3
Part Five- pg. 4
Part Six- pg. 4
Part Seven- pg. 6
Part Eight- pg. 7
Part Nine- pg. 8
Part Ten- pg. 9
Part Eleven- pg. 11
Part Twelve- pg. 12
Part Thirteen- pg. 13
Part Fourteen- pg. 14
Part Fifteen- pg. 15
Part Sixteen- pg. 15
Part Seventeen- pg. 17
Part Eighteen- pg. 19

Part 1-

Outside it is murky and grave, the clouds are dark, the earth smells of wet dirt and rain. The wind whispers as though the dead are mourning their fate, and amidst this scene, beneath a large oak tree sleeps a wanton angel, her hair strewn about her slight form, her long limbs entwined in slumber, her soft lashes sweeping up against her cheeks.
Her presence creates a sense of warmth and sunshine this dreary morning, and her lashes flutter as one drop of rain sinfully slides down her cheek and slides down her lips.
Her eyes shoot open.
Her languid body quickly untwines itself.
Her hands quickly search for her dupatta, and within a blink of an eye Gauri Chatarjee is seen running down the hill towards the sanctuary of her home, as rain drops violently fall from the sky.

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"Where is that girl?" asks Buah, her brow wrinkled with concern.
"There is no trusting her with anything. I sent her to get me some mangos three hours ago-"
Buah hears a loud bang in the living room, "What in the world is that?" she asks, trudging her way to the living room from the kitchen.
"Just wait till she gets home" mutters Buah.
She lifts her eyes to look up, and the sight before her melts away all her anger.

There stands Gauri, dripping in rain water, creating a puddle on Baba's living room floor, holding two mangos.

"Gauri, sweetheart, your dripping in water, my god, did you not see the clouds in the sky today? No, of course you didn't, you never pay attention to anything around you." Buah says, as she walks to go pick up the shards of the broken vase Gauri dropped while running into the living room.

"Well, give me those mangos and go change into dry cloths, I swear one of these days you will be the death of me"
Buah looks up at Gauri, and sees that her soft features have turned sharp with anger.
"Gauri, I am just kidding, you know I love you--" Gauri runs to her Buah gives her big wet hug, places the mangos on the table and runs upstairs.

Buah looks upward towards the stairs with tears in her eyes.

"God has played a cruel trick on you my child. He gave you beauty, brains, simplicity, love, humor, and even a little evil"

Buah looks down at the puddle of water.

"If only he gave you the ability to speak."

One tear drops into the little pool of water, as Gauri watches from the top of the stairs, her own eyes filled with angry tears, as she disappears into the shadows of her room.

Kaya witnesses this, and slowly walk up to Buah. Kaya places her hand on Buah's shoulder, and Buah slowly turns around.

"Kaya, what will happen to my child?"

"Keep faith Buah, god will make everything right."
"She has become of marriageable age, who will want to be wed to her Kaya?"

"Buah, please do not say such things, didi has more to her then her words, she has brains, respect, beauty, innocence, these are qualities that are rare Buah. Please, do not act like this in front of Baba, it will make him very sad"

"But Kaya marrige---"

"Buah, ab bas."

Superb starting very Sweet part ........ 😊
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kool and superb!!cont son wil be waitinggg for u to continue


Saraa

hey continue!!!!! sumthing different, gauri cant speak 😭

interesting good effort 😉

Thank You.
I'm happy you all liked.

Tashi*

hey i'm liking this, it's different

pls cont soon!!!

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PART 2 (PG.2)

"Vivan, I can beat you in a game of arm wrestling any time"

Vivan just smiled at his cousin. His cousin was a slick type, to handsome for his own good, cocky and arrogant, yet at the same time, wore his heart on his sleeve. Shiv was one of a kind in a world full of crazy people.

"Oh please Bhi, your weaker then Barbi.", Vivan loved to goad his big brother, it was so much fun to watch angry expressions makes its way across Shiv's face. The way his eyes glazed over, and his brow wrinkled, the best part was when he opened his mouth to say something.
His voice became loud enough to wake the dead.

"VIVAN, DO NOT COMPARE ME TO A BARBI DOLL!"

"Sorry Bhiya, what can I do, the truth must come out."

Vivan smiled and started running before Shiv decided to beat him into a pulp.

He crashed into Maheen instead.
"Vivan…calm down son. Where is Shiv, I need to speak to him."

Vivan pointed behind him, and made a dash for the door before Shiv got to him.

Shiv crashed into Maheen instead.

"What is the matter with you two, you both act like little children rather then grown men"

"Oh, Father, calm down."

"Shiv, I have to talk to you about something very important"


"What is it now father, do you want me to quite your stupid business, I would love to, or do you want to take me to a party so you can show me off to your business rivals?" Shiv said, his voice dripping with contemp.

"Please, Shiv, be serious. I want you to meet my best friends youngest daughter. She is a very sweet girl, educated, and cultured. It is time you stop acting like a spoiled child, and settle down."

"ME settle down. HHAHAHAH. Have you lost your mind father. ME! THE SHIV KAPOOR! Marry! Ha. How absurd. I am one of the most eligible bachelors in town Father."

"Well, every bachelor has his day, yours is just here a little sooner, get ready we leave in an hour"

"Your serious aren't you Father?"

"I am always serious"

"That's the problem" Muttered Shiv.

"What did you say", asked Maheen.

"Oh, no nothing."
"Come down, look nice, and brush that hair." Maheen ordered, as he made his way out of Shivs room.

"Me marry. Never. I would never want to bring an innocent girl into this hallow house hold. There is nothing here. I will not be able to love her. I don't even know how to LOVE someone. Father will show her off to the world as though she is some trophy, and mother, god knows what she will do. The women cannot seem to make any room for anyone but herself. I will reject her. No matter what happens, I don't want someone to suffer through a marriage with me"

"Why do you say such things Bhi"

Shiv whipped around to see Vivan standing in the doorway, his face concerned.

"You're a great person Bhi, you have a lot to offer to a girl"

"A marriage doesn't only mean I offer Vivan, but the FAMILY. I don't have a family. I have a business tycoon father, and a self centered mother, and to much money. That does deem itself acceptable."

"Bhi, just give the girl a chance."

"Ok, I will because you say so, but that is all, I have every right to reject her."

"Ok, just give her a chance before you jump to conclusions."

Shiv heaved a heavy sigh, and went towards his closet. He picked out his two thousand dollar Armani, and frowned. His life was full of lavish clothing, nice cars and social extravaganzas, but one thing that has always lacked within the four walls called home was love.

Part Three


"Kaya, why are you not ready yet? My goodness, Maheen will be here any moment with his family, Beti, tara tari koro" (hurry up in bangla)

Baba was getting restless, "Baba, please, calm down. You know that the only reason I am doing this is because I love you, but atleast let me get ready in shanti," said Kaya.

Baba nodded, and turned around, only to find Gauri standing there on her little sisters bedroom doorstep. At that moment, he felt the lowest of snakes. He was there, telling his younger daughter to get ready to meet the Larke Wale, while his older daughter looked on. But, he did not want Gauri to be rejected, and Humiliated. Especially by Maheen. Having your daughter be rejected by your best friend would be a trauma he could not face.

"Gauri, beti, can you please help Kaya get ready" He asked, his voice low, and dripping with sadness and guilt.

Gauri nodded her head in happiness and anticipation.
Her face turned serious and stern as she made her way across the room towards Kaya, she was nodding her head like a mother who nods their heads at their children when they do something bad.

"Oh, please Didi, do not give me that look. I am getting ready, Baba is just being pagol"

Gauri lightly slapped Kaya on the shoulder, and started brushing her hair.

Baba looked on at the scene, a sad expression on his face, just then he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned to find his sister looking at him with the same expression he had on, "Everything will alrite, keep your faith in God."

"If it were only that easy," Said Baba.

There was a Knock at the Door.

Baba looked at his girls, "Both of you, and especially you Kaya, get ready, and come down"

"Baba, tumi na, over dramatic kano?"

Baba rolled his eyes, and went to go open the door.


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"Bhi, your face is as white as a sheet" Vivan decided to break the death like silence, as Shiv, Maheen and Nikila stood there on Kaya's doorstep.

"She is but a slip of a girl, and you are acting as though she is the Hulk, calm down na Bro."

"That is easy for you to say, your whole life does not depend on these next few hours. Bus, chand ghante main, my house life will be planned out. That is a scary, scary thought Vivan."

"Brother," Vivan looked strait into Shiv's dark black eyes, "Please, stop with 'soap opera melodrama crap' "

Shiv glared daggers at Vivan.

Vivan was happy that he managed to get Shiv thinking about killing him, rather then the poor girl on the other side of the door.

The door opened.

"The door has opened" Vivan said to Shiv.

"To my Doom." Muttered Shiv.

Vivan gave Shiv a slight push.

"Maheen, I am so happy to see you"

"Me to, my good friend, me to"

Nikila stared about the small shack of a home. "My goodness, kitne old fashion and out of date this place is" She thought to herself. "I cannot belive that my husband wants a girl from this type of house hold to live in our mansion. Chi."
The second part Nikila spoke outloud, in a small whisper, but Shiv heard.

"Ma, please, we dont live in a mansion, just four walls, which happen to be very large"

"Tumhara mutlab kya hai? That our home is not a home?"

"Exaclty!" Exclaimed Shiv.

Before Nikila could rebuke, two young women made their way down the stairs.

Thanks for reading.

prt. 4 coming soon


tashi*