PV SS - First love, only love (Epilogue - Part 11 - page 14)

PV SS - First love, only love

Part 1 - page 1

She was looking forward to this holiday. It was the first for her. She was glad that Prashant and Shoba ma agreed to come with her. They were the only family she had and after all they had done for her, she could finally do something for them. Not that she could ever really repay them. They had opened their home and their hearts to her. She couldn't even imagine where she would have ended up if not for them. Everything she had and everything that was she owed to them. She surely would have been either on the street or even dead by now if they hadn't taken her in. Not because they pitied her, but because they truly loved her. They gave her a home and a family.

She was awarded a contract for another large international department store and her brand was taking off sooner than she had expected. She had only started doing her designs out of necessity. For her own sanity. She had lost everything and had come back to the only place that she knew as home. The orphanage that Shoba-ma and Bauji ran. She was unfortunate in that she had been abandoned at birth but she had ended up in the most loving orphanage. Each and every child was treasured and valued at Dubey House.

Shoba-ma started it because she desperately desired another baby after giving birth to Prashant, but after having multiple miscarriages she decided to open her heart and her home to mothers who could not keep their babies or did not want their babies. No questions asked. Her husband was supportive of the initiative and his job was mostly to gain funding for the orphanage. But bauji passed away 2 years ago so Aarti and Prashant had taken over that role. In fact Aarti's selling point was that with every sale that is made from one of her products a large percentage went to Dubey House. This is why Shoba ma could now take a break. They were able to afford to employ well screened and trusted employees to look after their wards.

When Aarti grew up in DH, they didn't have much but they had love and they had a good education. Aarti was a talented artist and had gotten a scholarship to a very good school where she excelled. Shoba ma and Bauji were always extremely proud of her and so was Prashant. He was 3 years her senior and had a crush on her since her they were both in their teens. She loved him very much but as an older brother. Now she had finally come to terms with the fact that no one would love her as much as he did. He loved her and was prepared to marry her even though he knew how she felt about him. Even though she was not pure anymore. Even though he knew how broken she was. He knew everything about her and still accepted her. She had vowed that she would make him happy. She would be the best wife that she could be. She would forget her past and make him her future.

She had booked a place at a hotel in Mumbai at the beachfront. Shoba-ma was too cute. It was unusual for her to be served and it made her very uncomfortable. She was the cause of great merriment for Aarti and Prashant. The threesome had decided to take a walk on the beach. Aarti wanted to spoil them. She wanted them to experience everything Mumbai had to offer. She bought them coconut milk and corn. They were laughing and talking and Aarti challenged Prashant for an ice-cream. If he could catch her she would buy ice-cream and if he couldn't he had to buy the ice-cream. She ran away as fast as she could with Prashant behind her. She looked around to see where he was and she ran into someone. The person fell down and she landed on top of him.

"Sorry, Sorry" she said as she looked up at the man. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw who it was. When he recognised her, he practically threw her off him. The look in his eyes were of pure disgust.

"Aarti, are you ok." It was Prashant.

She couldn't speak. He eyes were riveted to him. He looked at Prashant, now holding her at the waist, and back at her. His jaw clenching and his hands making fists as if he was trying to contain himself from punching someone. He swung around and walked away.

Then she saw them. "Pappa, Pappa" it was two little girls running towards him. He bent down to pick them up. They each gave him a kiss on the cheek and he continued walking with them in his arms. He shot her one more angry glance as he walked away.

She could not tear her eyes away. She was not even aware of the tears that were rolling down her cheeks.

"Aarti, Aarti" Prashant was shaking her. She finally looked at him. "Is that him?"

She could only nod in affirmation. He took her in his arms as he had done so many times before while she sobbed. She didn't even see that the man had turned around to look at her again and that the look of disgust and anger had turned to hatred.

He was pacing up and down like a caged wild animal. Where did she come from all of a sudden? He had hoped and prayed that he would never see her again. He wanted to strangle her. He really wanted to kill her. A woman like her did not deserve to live. She was lower than an animal. He wondered who the man with her was. He was obviously very familiar to her, to touch her like that. Typical. She had probably moved on to another rich guy that she could extort or maybe that was still the same one.

If the children had not been with him, he would not have been responsible for his actions. He was angry at himself as well. Why did she still cause such a reaction in him? By now he should've been indifferent to her. She was not worth his time of day. If he sees her again, he was not sure that he would be able to stop himself. She had destroyed him. She had made a fool of him and the proud Yash Schindiya did not take that lightly. He did not go after her then but now, seeing her had given him a taste for revenge. He would make her suffer. He would find out everything about what is happening in her life. And he would destroy her. He will make her suffer so much, she will wish for death. Only then will he be happy.

wow intresting start.. something happened in their past

wow. congo for the new story. Interesting start. looking forward what actually happened

Intresting start... please continue soon😊

whoa! Prashant a good guy for a change! Now I'm eager to learn what happened between AarYa! continue soon please!

Im intrigued... Can't wait for the next part.

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Great one.

Part 2

She had finally found out what the reason behind her losing those contract were. Now she was waiting in the reception area to see him. She had to get it back. Those contracts were important. She thought he was out of her life, but clearly he was not done torturing her.

She had come to his office and was told that she could not see him because she did not have an appointment. She refused to leave though. She said that she would wait till he had a few moments free. She would not be long. She had been sitting there for 3 hours. The receptionist was already looking more uncomfortable than she was. Finally she heard:

"Mr. Scindiya will see you now." Said the receptionist.

She stood up and she was lead to his office. He heart was pounding, her hands sweating. She had not seen him since the day at the beach and not for 3 years before that. She had so many questions for him but now was not the time. The issue at hand was much more pressing.

He was sitting behind his desk, not even looking at her as she entered his office.

"I don't normally see people without appointments so say what you have to say and make it quick." He still didn't even look at her.

"I want to know why you had my contracts cancelled."

"What do you mean?"

"Of course you know what I mean. Do you expect me to believe that Scindiya industries just suddenly decided to buy the 2 chains stores that contracted me to design a range of clothing for them. Retail stores are not even in your line of business."

"We made a business decision to expand our interests and also we decided that we will only make use of reputable companies and not little start-up companies that did not have the resources to meet our needs. It's nothing personal."

"The hell it isn't personal. I need those contracts Yash. It's been 4 years. Why are you still punishing me?"

"I have no idea what you mean. Will excuse me I have a business to run."

"Please Yash. Even if you can give me just one of those contracts. It's important. I need the money. "

"I'm sure you will manage to find money somewhere. You are like an alley cat, your sort always end on your feet. Now please leave. You have already taken up way too much of my time.

She looked down at his desk. She saw the pictures of his family, his children. He eyes were glued to them. Her finger urged to touch the pictures.

"Do you want me to have you physically removed?"

She finally moved out of his office. She was in a trance. What was going to do? She had to find some way of getting the money before Shoba ma finds out that she had lost the contracts. All her money was tied up in that contract. How would the orphanage be able to run without her as the benefactor? She probably only had money for them for about 2 months. Hopefully by then she would have made a plan. Even if she has to make clothes and sell it on the street. She stepped off the pavement onto the road. She never even saw the car coming.

He was standing at his office window on the 8^th floor watching as she left the office. He had not expected her to come here. And he was hoping that she would eventually leave, but she didn't. He had to see her because it was becoming awkward for the receptionist and his PA. He had taken her livelihood away, but the victory felt hollow. When she left his office her whole demeanour was of defeat. He still saw it when she walked out of the office. He saw the car coming and then he saw her fly through air like a rag doll and land on the other side of the car. Luckily there were no other oncoming cars. He raced to the lift and shouted at his PA to call the ambulance. There was crowd around her when he got there. She was lying there, her body looked broken but she was alive. Thank God she was alive.

The ambulance eventually came and he asked them to take her to the private hospital. He couldn't answer all their questions, but at least knew, her name, age, that she had no medical conditions.

He sat there for hours, not even thinking about anything or anyone else than that he wanted her to live, he broken body had to be healed. He can't be responsible for her death. How would he be able to live with himself? Why the hell didn't he just leave her alone? He had learnt to live without her these 3 years and it eventually got better. The pain became less but when he saw her with that man on the beach he had lost it. All the old pain and anger resurfaced. He wanted to hurt her, crush her. But he didn't want to kill her. He felt helpless. He heard his phone ring and it was his mother. He explained to her what had happened.

"Son come home. She must have someone that can stay at the hospital with her."

"I don't know anybody that is in her life ma. I can't just leave her. It is because of me that she is in this condition."

"Yash are you getting roped in that girl's drama again."

"No ma, as soon as I am assured that she is fine, she will be out of my life again." Even he didn't believe that statement.

And she wasn't fine. The doctors battled for hours to save her life. After that she was in a coma for about a month. Yash was there every day. He was even there when she came out of the coma. He was surprised that she called for him.

"Yash. Yash, where are you.

"I am here."

"Yash, what's happening? Where am I?"

"You had an accident and you are in hospital."

Then she went into a made panic.

"An accident! My babies Yash. Where are my babies?" She tried to get up and tried to pull out the drips.

Yash ran to call a nurse and ran back to stop her from hurting herself.

"My babies, where are my babies."

"They are fine Aarti relax."

The nurse came and soon after the doctor.

"Mrs. Scindiya, calm down. This is not good for you."

"I want to see my babies."

"What is she talking about Mr. Scindiya"

"I think she might think she was still pregnant when the accident happened. But the babies that she is talking about are already 3 years old."

"Mrs. Scindiya, can you remember how old you are."

"22"

"What year is it?"

"2013"

"Ok, you rest. I want to have a word with your husband outside."

Once outside he asked Yash, "Did something traumatic happen in her life."

"Yes"

"Well I think she has amnesia as a result. A big chunk of her memory is gone. If she is forced to remember that the time that her brain has chosen to forget, it could be harmful to her mental health"

"Dr. we are not married any more. We have been divorced for almost 3 years. I hadn't even seen her since the divorce."

"You can tell her that or you can carry on as if nothing happened till she gains her memory on her own. It might be soon, it be long or she might not get it back ever. What are you going to do Mr. Scindiya?"

I will take her home as my wife. When he said it sounded so right. Aarti Yash Scindiya, his wife. There was a time that he would have given anything to protect that title but so much has happened. Not only had she left him, she abandoned her daughters. No she sold her daughters. His parents had never approved of her and when they offered her money to leave, she took it and left. At first he wouldn't believe it but he had to accept it. She had fooled him. She had married him only for his money, and when she had that, she walked out on him and their children. He could never forgive that. His only feeling for her was of responsibility due to his reaction to the cancelation of her contracts, but after that, she would be out of his life. For good this time.