ViSa FF~Perfect soul mates~Part 16 updated pg 43

Hi guys!

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I am back with a ViSa OS on their SR, as requested by Bul3.
I am an amateur in writing fics and OSs,
so kindly do not slipper me if it does not meet your expectations.

I am planning to make it into a two part fic, since the
first one went too long. Sorry!

This OS is based on the supposed rumour that Sarita is saved
by superman Vikrant from the police. But in my fic Vikrant had already decided
to help his wife before he watched the CD.

Okay I will stop with my chattering. heehehe

So here goes...

They were running like crazy from the cops as if the devil
itself was chasing them. Sarita was still in a state of confusion and shock to find
her husband beside her, holding her hand and literally dragging her in a hurry
to evade the cops. She could not believe that her husband was by her side,
trying to rescue her. She wondered if she had to pinch herself to check if this
was real and not just some day dream she was having.

They were running non stop for an hour now. Sarita was
glancing towards Vikrant time and again. They gradually started losing the police
behind them. They hid behind a telephone booth and tried to catch their
breath. After sometime when Vikrant was sure that they were safe, he quickly made a
phone call and within minutes a car was waiting for them. Vikrant dismissed the
driver and urged Sarita to get inside the car. He started the engine and they
drove for what felt like a very long time

Throughout the journey, multiple questions were swirling in
Sarita's mind. Why did Mr. Suryavanshi come to her rescue, when he stood stone
cold the previous day while she was pleading her case? Was it because of Abhi? Did
he want to help fearing Abhi would be left motherless again? If so, where
did their relationship stand? Did he not love her anymore? But the card he
gifted her said otherwise. Why did he pull himself away from her emotionally
and physically, yesterday? She was getting increasingly restless. She wanted
answers and she would get them from him tonight, one way or the other!

As he was driving, Vikrant was immersed in thought. He was
filled with remorse and regret for having ever doubted his wife of murder. How
could he even think that she could commit such an inhumane act? He was about to
leave his room to run to her rescue earlier that day, when the CD she gave him
started playing. He was ridden with even more guilt and shame after hearing her
confession of love.

He could not bring himself to meet her eyes. He was aware of
her eyes on him, constantly throughout their journey. He had to ask for her
forgiveness even though he did not deserve it. He could not live with himself
if he did not confess to her about everything he said and did. He knew that she
had lots of questions. He could only hope that he did not lose her after he
answered each one of them.

Sarita was jolted from her thoughts when the car stopped at
the outskirts of Bhopal,
in front of a bungalow. Vikrant turned off the engine and stepped out of the
car. He pulled out a key to open the main door of the building. He let Sarita
in and locked the door after them. He went into the kitchen and started looking
inside the fridge for some food supplies. All the while Sarita stood by the
kitchen door staring at her husband. He could feel her eyes drilling holes into
his back. He turned around to look at her.

That was when Sarita noticed how badly he was hurt. He had
bruises on his right arm and a gash on his forehead. She immediately asked,
"Where is the first aid kit Mr. Suryavanshi?" He was so lost in her that he did
not realize that she asked the same question twice. He answered her absently,
"In the bathroom cabinet"

She wondered where the bathroom was and made her way into it
once she found it.

She came back with the kit and found him seated on the sofa
in the living room. She placed the kit on the centre table. She pulled out some
cotton, applied some anti septic to it and slowly started dabbing it on his
forehead.

All the while Vikrant was gazing at her spell bound. Her
proximity was making his stomach do flip flops. She leaned in closer to get
better access to his forehead. Her unique fragrance filled his senses. All he
had to do was reach up an inch and his lips would meet hers. He was tempted to
do it, until he looked at her mangalsutra dangling in front of him. And that brought
him back to his senses. Here he was, lying on the sofa with just a few bruises and
his wife was bandaging him, wherein she was the one with wounds, the
ones he inflicted on her body, mind and soul. Yet she was taking care of him
with so much love. How could she be this generous and him so blind that he could not recognize it earlier? He did not deserve her kindness, love and affection. He did
not deserve her. Period. And all of a sudden he jerked her away from him.

She was caught unawares by the sudden jerk. She looked at
him with unshed tears glazing her eyes. She did not understand why he pushed
her away from him. She was confused and hurt. But the emotion that reflected in
her eyes was that of anger.

Vikrant saw the emotions flicker across her face with helplessness.
He reached out his hand to touch her shoulder, to tell her that she was not at
fault, he was. But she stepped back to avoid contact with him. He was worried;
worried that he might have lost her already, before explaining his actions.

She took a few steps away from him and turned around. The tears
that she kept at bay until now started streaming down her face.She shut her
eyes tight to stop them, only for it to increase double fold. She shook her
head in despair. She did not understand what went wrong between them, why he
was so angry at her. So angry that he decided to put up a huge barrier between
them, which seemed impossible to break? Was her touch so revolting, that he had
to push her away?

She took a deep breath and wiped away her tears. She WILL
NOT break down in front of him and give him the satisfaction of having hurt
her. And most of all she needed to get a few answers from him and she will be
unable to do that if she was an emotional wreck. She had to compose herself.

She will ask him questions alright. All she could pray for
was that she had the strength to survive the ordeal of another broken marriage
at the end of it!

To be continued...or do you want me to continue?

Comments and criticisms are appreciated!

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He saw her body shaking uncontrollably with tears, yet could do nothing about it. He had to respect her need for personal space. So he gave her time to get her bearings together. But he started to panic when he realized that she was too calm, after a while. He walked towards her and stopped short of placing his hand on her shoulder, when he heard her speak. He had to strain his ears to hear her speak, as her voice was too low.

She could feel his presence behind her and could not bear the heartache anymore. She started speaking, "I could not succeed in my first marriage. I tried my level best to gel with all the family members, fulfilled my duties as a wife and a daughter in law. But I could never succeed in getting RajJi to love me nor the family to accept me. But that never broke my spirit. I just accepted the fact that I was never destined to experience love in this lifetime."

She paused a little before she continued," That was before I met you. You were the complete opposite of the mental image I had for an ideal husband. You were a ruthless businessman who never took no for an answer and arrogant as hell" she laughed a little recollecting the past. "I hated that you forced my hand into a marriage of convenience when you knew very well that I was in love with someone else. But what I did not realize at that time was that you saved me from making a huge blunder, that being mistaking my infatuation for Rajji as love. As days passed I started to see you in a different light. You were completely relaxed when you were with Abhi and were gradually getting rid of the rigidity when I was around. It started having its effect on me. I started enjoying your company and looked forward to spending more and more time with you. You never hesitated to speak the truth and I could speak my mind with you. The fights I had with you became funny and light hearted. I did not realize how or when it happened but I fell in love with you without my knowledge." She smiled though her tears. He was listening to her silently, his lips forming a small smile when she acknowledged her love for him.

"And I thought you loved me too. When I saw the card, I was overwhelmed with joy. But somewhere I had this feeling of guilt, that I was not completely honest with you where RajJi was concerned. I could not bring myself to tell you personally because your proximity makes me forget myself and this was something I wanted you to know before we proceeded any further in our relationship. So I recorded everything in a CD, hoping that you would understand my dilemma and turmoil after you viewed it. I waited for you to accept me and take me into your arms. But that was all I did...wait...and wait...and that moment never came. All I got were handcuffs and the accusation of murdering a fellow human being. My heart broke into a million pieces to see you view all this silently. You did not interfere even once at least for humanitarian sake, when the police arrested me. That was when I realized there must be something lacking in me which was why I failed a second time in marriage." she paused and took a deep breath to compose herself.

He had tears streaming down his face as he heard her speak. He felt like such slime for making her feel this way. He interrupted her for the first time, saying, "No, no Sarita, you are perfect. There is nothing lacking in you. If anything went wrong, it was all because of me." It fell on deaf ears. She did not hear him speak.

"Please tell me something, Mr. Suryavanshi. I need to know this for my own sanity. Do you really think I am capable of killing someone?"

Her question shocked him and he was at a loss for words. But then he realized that he was responsible for this state of hers. He cursed himself mentally for ever doing this to her. He had to get her to listen to him before it was too late. He had to bring back her fighting spirit, her self confidence, the smile on her face and most of all he had to bring back the love she had for him. He was selfish, he knew that. But he could not live without her love. Her love had a healing effect on him. He promised himself that he would make her feel cherished and he would shower her with all the love he had for her. He would make her see that she is THE once in a lifetime woman for him. He could only hope that she would forgive him for all his blunders and accept his flawed self to do all that.

So he started talking before he lost her attention...

To be continued...

Sorry guys for the small chapter!

This fic is going longer than I had planned...I might have to make it into a 4 or 5 part fic. I just cannot jump to SR without clearing all the misunderstandings.😉😃 Hope you understand. Will post the next part later tonight!

C ya later alligators!

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