PV SS - Misunderstood love - Epilogue Chapter 9- page 7

Misunderstood love

Chapter 1 - Page 1

Aarti was busy at her work desk thinking about where her life has lead her. She was in a good space. Finally she felt at peace. Rhada ma, he mother's twin sister accepted her with open arms. She was 3 months pregnant when she arrived there as she had nowhere else to go. The villagers accepted her as the pregnant widow that arrived here just short of 5 years ago. Out of necessity she has started making and selling clothes. But the interest in her unique clothing grew to outside their village. She had orders for bridal attire, evening and day wear. The orders eventually started to be more than she and Ma could handle and she started to employ ladies from the village as the business grew. This of course was great for the economy of the village. They had to extend their house and convert a part of it into a little factory. She was glad not to sew anymore. She hated sewing, but loved to design clothes. She was good at running the business as well and although she could not pay huge salaries, he employees were entitled to profit share, depending on what the profit of the business was on an annual basis.

Ansh was just like his mother and happy talkative child that stole the heart of all that he came into contact with. He was an inquisitive little monkey. He had just turned 4 and they had a huge party and he had invited almost the whole village. It was a huge affair. Much bigger than she had anticpated.

Although she did not really been in contact with Rhada-ma much before she just rocked up on her doorstep, she was a wonderful person and was the best mother that Aarti ever had. And Ansh loved his Nani.

Her biological mother and Rhada ma had very little contact as they chose very different lives. She was often amazed at how these two were identical twins bur their personalities differed so much. She often wished that Rhada was her real mother, then her life would have been so different. Anyway, she could not complain as she was in her life now and her little boy made everything bad that happened in her life seem small. She lived for him. She knew that she couldn't live here forever though as realistically it would not be the best thing for him to go a village school. But she still had time for that.

"Aarti beta, you 10 o clock appointment is here."

"Thank you Ma. Please send her in."

She was expecting a young lady who was getting married soon. She had seen one of her designs at a wedding of a friend and decided that she wanted something similar.

The obviously affluent young lady that entered her modest office looked a little concerned. She knew what was going through her mind. She knew how they thought. She was once one of them. She was wondering how it was possible that this village designer would be able to produce the elaborate wedding outfit that she wanted.

"Namaste, my name is Aarti Sharma, you must Paradhi Khanna."

"Namaste" she said uncertainly.

"Please sit, do you want something to drink?"

"No thank you. I just want to confirm that you made Vidhiya Rajkumars's wedding outfits"

"That's correct. She made a lovely bride didn't she? She sent me some pics. What did you have in mind? My dresses are all one of a kind. I never duplicate it.

This calmed Paradhis somewhat and she told Aarti what she had in mind. Pretty soon it was obvious that Aarti knew what she was doing as they continued to talk about the designs.

"I am getting married in 2 months, will that give you enough time."

"Definitely. You will have to come for one or two fittings if that won't be a problem."
"No problem"

"Good I will do the designs and e-mail them to you and you can let me know if we can start. Nice meeting you. I will be in touch."

A month later, Paridhi was back for her first fitting. She was already excited about what she saw.

"We are renting a house from one of the landlords here for the weekend. My fiance, his brothers and my bhabi came along. You must come for dinner tonight, Aartiji. Please say you will. Maybe you can chat to bhabi and make her an outfit for the wedding as well. Please say you will come."

"No, but thanks I have to put Ansh to bed."

Rhadha-ma came in just then and heard them.

"Beta, I can put Ansh to bed. You go. You never go anywhere. All you do is work work work"

"And my Bhabhi is great cook. So we will see you tonight at Ranveer Singh's cottage at 6."

Aarti was not really in the mood to go, but she took great care of her appearance, because these were still clients and she was supposed to be a fashion designer. She wore yellow saree, with silver trim, the blouse was a bare back with spaghetti straps. They had sent a car for her. She had greeted Ansh after she had answered all the questions about where was going and left.

Paradhi came out to get her at the car. You must meet Prateek, my fiance. He so cute." She gushed.

"Prateek, Prateek! Where are you?" She called.

He came walking into the room looking down as he was tying his watch strap.

"I'm coming. I'm coming"

When he looked up he came to an immediate halt.

"Aarti Bhabi?"

Aarti was silent. No no no, she shouted in her head. How could this happen. She turned around without saying a word and intended to leave. But someone had entered the house blocking her way. It was him. They looked at each other in shock. She still just wanted to flee. She made a move to walk past him, but he grabbed her by her arm and dragged her the bedroom that he was using, leaving the anxious Prateek and very confused Paradhi in their wake.

He let her go once in the room and she was rubbing her arm as hurting.

"Where is my child Aarti?"

"You have no right to my child. We are divorced. You didn't want me or the child. I'm sure by now you are married to her and have a child with her. What do you want with my child?"

"Aarti, "she could see he was trying to control his anger. "No matter what happened between us, it has nothing to do with the fact that I am the father of your child. I don't even know if it is a boy or a girl.

"You don't deserve to know. Why don't you just stay out of our lives. I have moved on."

"What does that mean? Is there another man in your life, he made his way to her threateningly. She was scared. She moved back.

"Please Yash, there is nobody" he could see the fear in her eyes. He knew why, he would never forget that day. He was overcome once again by familiar shame. He stopped and his demeanour softened.

"Aarti, I don't want to fight. I just want my child."

"What then Yash. What then? What happens when you meet him, when he knows that you are his father what then. I live here. You live in Bhopal. What then? He is all I have Yash. Since you came into my life, things have been taken away from me, you know that. When I left your house I had nothing, no money, no family, and no dignity. Give me this one thing. Leave my son with me. You have your family, you have your love, let me have him. Please I beg you."

"I have a son" he said in wonder. "What is his name?"

"My son's name is Ansh, Ansh Sharma" she had taken her mother's maiden name.

"I'm sorry Aarti. I can't just leave my son now that I have found him. I want to be part of his life. I want to take him home with me. You are welcome to join us if you want."

She knew it would be no use fighting. The Scindiya's were an extremely rich and powerful family. That is why she had the misfortune to be married to their middle son. Her power hungry, superficial parents had moved heaven earth to make that happen so they could brag to their equally superficial friends about her in laws. She was going to lose her son no matter what she did and he was not going to let her get away again. Not with his son anyway.

"Of all the despicable things you did to me, this is by far the worst. I hate you more than ever. Do you hear me Yash Scindiya I hate you!"

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Sounds like another great SS. Waiting to find out what happened and look forward to what twists and turns they will have in their future. Continue soon. Thank you.

Chapter 2 A

She ran out of his room and out of the house. He didn't follow her. He couldn't. Not yet. He had to first come to terms with what just happened. The fact that she had just walked back into his life. The fact that she was even more stunning than he remembered. The fact that he had a son. Ansh. His son's name was Ansh.

He had never stopped looking for her. It had been almost 5 years and he felt the pain and loss every day. He had used every resource that the Scindiya money and influence had access to and it was as if she had disappeared like mist. He had seen her walk out of his life the very day that he realised that he loved her.

They were married 7 years ago. It was an arranged marriage. His parents thought she was a perfect match for him. He had tried to tell them that he was in love, but they did not want hear it. They forced him into marrying her by threatening to destroy Arpita's family. They owned a small business and had a comfortable living but if they lost their business, they would be destitute. So he married the girl of their choice and he resented her. He made no secret of how he was feeling. He hadn't even met her or looked at a picture of her before marriage because he had no intention of allowing her in his life. And if his parents thought that they were getting grandchildren, they had another think coming.

He had to admit she was beautiful but it did nothing for him. He had made it clear to her on their wedding night that this marriage was against his will and that she mustn't get her hopes up. He could see that she was disappointed but she just said.

"I understand Yashji, it is not easy to accept an arranged marriage. I don't expect anything from you. But I will try and live up to your expectations as a wife and a good bahu to your family."

This made him resent her even more. Clearly she was one of those typical girls that only lived to be a wife and a bahu. She obviously had no other ambition in life. Well he didn't need a wife, so it was really irrelevant to him.

"Do whatever you want to" he said and walked out. He rarely slept in their room, mostly sleeping the study. He hardly even spoke to her and when he did it was only out of necessity. But her demeanour always remained the same. She was pleasant and always enquired about his wellbeing and always wanted to make things more comfortable for him. He knew that his mother and aunt blamed her for not being able to win him over. She had to endure constant taunts, but even those she accepted in her stride and just carried on with her chores. He sometimes felt a twinge of guilt but it didn't last long. He still tried to get in touch with Arpita after the marriage but she broke off all contact. All he had of her was her letters, e-mails and pictures that he constantly spent time with.

One night, about a year into their marriage he was missing Arpita particularly and he went drinking with his friends. He was not used to consuming alcohol and though he didn't drink a lot, he was certainly affected. He went into their room to shower and change, when he saw her there. She must have also just come out of the shower as she was standing drying her hair with a towel and she was covered in another towel. She looked so desirable. He felt instantly aroused. When she noticed him in the mirror, she got embarrassed and tried to rush back to the bathroom. But he had caught her and removed the towel. He could see that she was confused. He had never given any indication that he had any interest in her in any way. But being the dutiful wife, she accepted what was happening. He wasn't an innocent. He had been quite the man about town in his younger days. He had been with Arpita for 4 years and they had a sexual relationship for the most of that. She was a modern girl and it was fine for them that both of them were not virgins. But she was. He could have made it better for her, but he didn't. He just took his pleasure. It was her first time she didn't know that it could be so much better than that.

But it had obvious that she had thought things had changed. He had left the bed before she awoke and went to the study as usual. He was deep in thought, looking at slideshow of him and Arpita on his laptop when he heard the sound of shattering glass. It was her bringing him his morning coffee. She looked heartbroken as she stared at his laptop. But being the perfect wife, she picked up the glass and cleaned up the mess.

"Sorry, I will get you another cup."

"Leave it, I will get one at the office" he felt guilty about what he did and he couldn't face her any longer.

A few days after that she had come to tell him that one of her college friends contacted her for a job opportunity that she was interested in. She really wanted to do it and if he agreed, then if he could please speak to Bauji and Mammaji. He was fine with it. In fact he didn't care either way. He convinced his parents to let her work.

"Thank you so much Yashji" she said when he told her about the job.

She worked a full day and still tried to fit all her household chores before and after work. This amazed him. He even started to sleep in their bed, because she came to bed so late and was so exhausted that she just fell fast asleep.

He wished that he refused her that day that she asked to go out after work with his colleagues. He wished he had chosen another place to meet his friends after work.

He was sitting at the bar with his friends sipping a coke when he saw her coming in with her friends. She didn't notice him. They went to sit at a table for dinner. She was so different with them. She looked happy, she laughed and talked animatedly. You could see that even after such a short time that she was already popular with the work crowd. He also saw the one guy was looking at her. He was completely smitten by her, but she seemed oblivious. He felt a reaction that he couldn't define then but that he knew now to be jealousy. His friends eventually left but he stayed. They started dancing after dinner. She was quite an accomplished dancer and she was only dancing with that guy. Then the two of them left the club and he followed them. When he came outside he saw her in that guy's arms and they were kissing. He was blind with rage. What happened after that he could not take away and he would always regret.

And because of that he lost his wife and his son. But wanted them back. He might never get it right but he had to try. He had to, because his life without her was nothing. He had thought it was bad when he lost Arpita, but the intense pain and emptiness that he had experienced since she left had been incomparable.

Chapter 2 B

She ran out of the house. Not even noticing the shocked faces of her in laws. She ran all the way home. She heard someone shout after her but she didn't listen she just ran. Along the way she kicked out her sandals and ran barefeet. How cruel was fate. Just as she found peace, he came back to torture her again. And this time there would be no way out. She had his child and he wanted him. She had no choice but to go back there. To suffer more at the hands of her family and his. She went to Ansh's room and lay next to him, took him in her arms, crying thinking of how her life got to this.

When she saw his proposal she was excited. He was so good looking and he came across as nice person. She never met him before the wedding but his family spoke highly of him. She was also so glad to get out of this house. Things between her and her parents had become unbearable. They were fighting constantly because she did not want live the way they wanted her to live. She loved clothing others but she was very simple in her own dress sense and her parents wanted her to flashy like them and her sister. He sister had married a wealthy business man and lived the high life that he provided. She was mother's pet. When they heard that Yash Scindiya was on the market for marriage, they made it happen. She had never heard them say so many complimentary things about her in such a short time. She nearly choked a few times on what she was eating the day that the Schindiya's brought the proposal.

She had high hopes for the marriage but her husband was not of the same opinion. He made it clear that he was not interested in a relationship with her on his wedding night. Her heart broke, but she would not let him see it. She quickly learned through the household grapevine that he was in love with someone else. Her hopes were dashed a little but she kept her chin up and did everything the way they wanted her to do, behaved the way they wanted her to behave. She so desperately wanted to fit in. She did not want to feel like the outsider in another family. He mother in law taunted her constantly as it was evident that the she had not won her husband over. She buried the pain and carried on.

Then one night, out of the blue he came to her and they consummated their marriage. She had thought that their relation had changed. That they would actually have a relationship. But she was wrong. She had happily gone to take him a cup of coffee when she saw that he was looking at pictures of him and his girlfriend on the laptop. She dropped the tray that she was holding. She saw the pity in his eyes and she started to pick up the broken glass. She wished she could pick up the broken pieces of her heart like that because she had grown to love him, despite everything.

He job was a saving grace for her. She was so happy that they had agreed. She loved it at work. She would have stayed there longer if she could but she still had chores at home. She was so exhausted every night, she literally fell asleep as her head hit the pillow.

She should have stuck to her routine. Should not have gone out with her colleagues. But she did and she enjoyed it. She knew Prashant had a crush on her and she did nothing about it. It felt good to have someone treat her like she was special. But she didn't expect that he would do that. He knew she was married. They left the club, he was giving her a lift home. At his car he suddenly took her in his arms and kissed her. She didn't kiss him back, but she also didn't stop him. The next minute she was pulled out his arms and Prashant was being beaten up by her husband.

"Yash, stop. Please, leave him." She had to put herself between him and Prashant to make him stop. Then he took dragged her to his car by the arm, much like he did this evening.

She shivered at what had happened after that. He was so angry. She was scared of him. And she had reason to be and no one in that house helped her.

Now she had to go back there. To be with her son. How would his wife feel about that? Is he even married to Arpita? She couldn't recall seeing any other woman there. She was devastated. Why did he take pleasure in torturing her? Why couldn't he just leave her alone? The worst thing the world that could happen to her was to be with him again. She despised him with every fibre of her being. She cried herself to sleep again after a long time.

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I wonder if Yash's family still respect aarti or wht ...

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guys help me convince her plzzz

Chapter 3

He dragged her though the house, past his shocked family.

"Yash!" His mother shouted.

"No one is to disturb my wife and I." he said firmly.

She had to run to keep up with him. Finally in their room, he closed and locked the door. He slapped her across the face. She fell on the floor. He picked her up and moved her towards the bed and slapped her again. She fell on the bed this time. He looked at her in complete fury. He was beside himself. He hardly noticed the blood trickling from her mouth.

"How long. How long has it been going on?"

"It's not what it looks like, Yash. Please, let me explain."

"I asked how long?"

"Nothing is going on."

"If you wanted it so badly, you should've just said so instead of getting it on the street"

"Just give me the opportunity to explain" she was on the bed trying to slide away from him.

"No explanation needed. You can get at home what you going to look for outside."

He ripped her blouse open and snapped her bra. She tried to fight but he was too strong. She repeatedly asked him to stop but he didn't. He somehow managed the remove he jeans and panties while still holding her. He removed his bottoms as well. He lay on top of her kissing her already broken and hurting mouth punishingly. He tasted her blood but that didn't stop him. He held her hands above her head, entwining her fingers with his and squeezing them in pain. She closed her eyes. Tears of pain and humiliation escaping from them. He forced his way inside her. She felt the pain as she wasn't prepared for it. He started his thrusting.

She didn't know when it happened but pain turned to pleasure. . She started responding. She started wanting it, she started moving along with his rhythm. His hands loosened the grip on hers and came down, kneading her breasts. He caught her nipples between his lips, sucking and licking them. She felt the most amazing sensation that she had ever felt before. Her body betrayed her. She let out a scream, her body shuddered as she felt the all-encompassing pleasure. But still he didn't stop. He didn't want to stop. He was relishing in her response. No matter how this had started, it was what it was now that mattered. I was all that mattered. He continued for a long time and every time she reached climax she held tightly onto his back. He nails digging into him, he too would be the scars of this night. It had been hours and they were simply exhausted and he couldn't control himself anymore and as he sensed her climax approaching he let go too. He moved off of her and they lay there, not sure of what just happened. She moved first. She got up and went to bathroom, locked the door and went to the shower. She turned on the water, sunk down in the shower and sat there crying for a long time.

The water did not drown out her tears. He couldn't endure it. He got up, he saw the evidence of his carnage throughout the bedroom. He was disgusted with himself. He got dresses and left.

He hadn't come back. She stayed in her room the next day. She wouldn't even go out to eat. She wasn't hungry anyway. She was too embarrassed. He lips were swollen and cut, he arms had blue marks and her cheeks showed the evidence of the slaps. She cried and slept, slept and cried the whole day.

He came home the evening. It was late, the family had already gone to bed. Vidhi came to him carefully.

"Yash, she hasn't come out of the room the whole day and she refused to eat anything. I have saved a plate for her. Will you please give it to her?"

He said nothing. He just took the plate.

The door was locked. He knocked. No response. He knocked again. He called her on her cell phone. She answered but didn't say anything.

"If you don't open this door now, I will break it down" he said.

She put the phone down and rushed to open the door. And ran back to bed.

"Bhabi says you haven't eaten. She sent you a plate." he put on her bedside table.

"I'm not hungry."

"Aarti, eat the food. You going to get sick. Or do you want me to feed you."

She starting eating. But she really couldn't. She tried but in the end she had to run to the bathroom to vomit. He was totally disheartened, he sighed and moved his hands through his hands.

"What had he done?"

"Are you ok?" he asked when she came out of the bathroom.

"Don't disrespect me more by pretending you care."

"How did you expect me to react when you were kissing another man?"

"Yes, Yash you re-acted in the perfect manner. No one can surely fault you. I have learnt my lesson." she said sarcastically.

"Aarti, stop it"

"Did you stop when I asked you to, begged you to?"

"I'm sorry."

"Yes you are" she said turning her back on him.

"Aarti" he said grabbing her arm again."

She swung around and slapped him.

"Leave you monster, you animal" All her anger from the night before when she couldn't defend herself came out. She started hitting him and slapping him crying hysterically. He let her. Eventually she was tired and sank on the floor. He picked her up and put her on the bed.

"There is nothing between me and Prashant. I knew he was interested and it felt nice to have someone treat me like that. So I accept full blame for what happened last night between me and Prashant. I didn't kiss him back but I didn't stop him." Then she started sobbing again.

"You have your Arpita. I have no one. No one!"

His heart broke for her. He could feel her pain. He moved to gather her in his arms. And she started to fight him again but he held her tightly. He started kissing her and their new found passion overtook them.

Afterwards, she hated herself and him for what happened.

"I want to go home Yash"

"How long?'

"Indefinitely"

"You can go for 2 weeks. I will take you and fetch you."

"Fine" it was better than nothing.

She had been home a week and finally had the courage to broach the subject. "Bauji, I want a divorce."

"What!" was the response from both her parents?"

"He is in love with someone else."

"So? This wasn't a love match so why would that matter."

"It matters Ma. We are both unhappy."

"You will not embarrass us like that. You will stay in that marriage. Many people that are worse off than you have made it work."

"So you are saying if I walk out on my marriage, I am not welcome here. "

"You WILL stay with your husband. They are a prominent family. What will people say if you return home a divorcee?"

"Thank you for your support as always" she said sarcastically and immediately called a taxi to collect her and packed.

He was surprised to see her back. She was sitting on their bed staring into nothingness.

"Weren't you going to stay another week?"

"My parents made it clear that I wasn't welcome there" she said dejectedly.

"Why would they say that?"

"Because I told them I want a divorce" she was done being a mouse. She didn't care what she said and how it affected the people who had a hand in making her like this.

He was shocked.

"But I have nowhere to go so I have to stay here."

She made it sound like punishment.

"I won't consent to a divorce."

"Why. You don't want me. If we are divorced you can have her."

"It's too late for that. She cut all ties with me when I got married."

That was the absolute worst thing he could have said. She shot up from the bed in anger.

"So because she doesn't want you, now I am good enough? I am the one that you settle for. I am no one's scraps Yash. I don't want your pity and I don't want you by default."

"What do you want?"

"More than you can give me. More than anyone in my life is willing to give me. So this is it, this is my life. I will accept it." she wanted say, I want love, a home, a family but she didn't.

"It's not so bad. We can try to make it work. At least there is one area that we are compatible."

"You don't understand Yash. Even that is awful for me, because I hate you. I hate you and I hate myself every time I allow you to do that to me and I hate the fact that I want you and crave you. I feel like a s**t.

He was shocked at this revelation. He really didn't understand her. He didn't know what he could do now. He had broken her. He had to get away from her. The damage he had done to her emotionally was far more painful than the physical pain he had inflicted on her. He had no response.

"I will leave you alone. I will go to our Dehli office for a month. Will that help?"

"Do whatever it is you want. I don't care."

Her words had a deep effect on him, but he didn't know why. So he had left for Dehli and he called her every day. He needed to hear her voice. He wanted to make sure that she was ok. But every day he was disappointed because nothing changed.

Originally posted by: duloharaes

wow wow misunderstood love indeed . ... Another awesome suspenseful story from you B1C

I wonder if Yash's family still respect aarti or wht ...

B1C dear I knw u like to write short stories bt I beg o plz make this one into a FF plzzz I am too greedy to read a short on plzzz

guys help me convince her plzzz

No no no. To much pressure🤔