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Chapter 1 A & B - below
Chapter 2 A& B - page 3
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Relentless Love
Chapter 1
Part A
Aarti was standing staring at him with her cocktail in hand. She was smiling. He was sooo handsome. And he was her husband. At first she tried to keep the smile off her face, but after the 3rd cocktail she stopped trying to hide it. She never indulged in alcohol. The waiter got her order wrong the first time and she decided not to return it. And she felt sort of giddy and happy. And a little free. Actually a lot free.
She was surprised earlier in the week that he invited her to the function. It was the Event industry's Mumbai awards evening. He won best Events co-coordinator of the year and the company best up and coming company since they only established in Mumbai less than a year ago. They were based in Bhopal and there was talk of them moving to Mumbai shortly.
They flew in the day before. She was excited about that. For the first time since they were married 6 months ago they were alone. Without the family and without the children. But that excitement was quickly dashed when they stepped into the family holiday home. Once again, Arpita was everywhere.
She walked to the room after meeting the very lovely and entertaining Bawhari and Jagan. As usual he was busy on his laptop and phone. Then he left to meet up with some clients coming home after she went to bed that night. She pretended to sleep.
She married him for the sake of her son. Her husband left them when she was still pregnant. After 5 years she had finally agreed to re-marry at the insistence of her in laws that were more like parents to her. And he married her for his 2 daughters after his wife passed away 3 years ago. Everything was clear. They would be co-parents and he made no bones about the fact that he still loved his wife. But despite that she was falling more and love with her broody and unavailable husband every day.
Pari and Vidhi Bhabhi helped her pick out an outfit for her. She was not allowed to see it until she got to Mumbai. At home they dressed very conservatively so when she saw what her sister's in law packed for her she blushed. She had never even worn anything so revealing. She would not have worn it had she had anything else appropriate to wear. The sari's that she had brought along with her were not suitable for a black tie event. And she did not want to ask him to take her shopping or for money for an outfit. So she had to wear the very revealing, gold lehenga choli that her naughty sisters in law chose for her. The sleeveless top barely had any fabric. The back consisted of 2 straps that held it together, revealing her whole back and middle. The skirt was very low slung and tight fitting around her hips and flared out to the bottom. The dupatta didn't cover much either.
He came out of the bathroom sporting a black suit and black bow tie. The suit fit absolutely perfectly. He looked like an Indian version of James Bond. She could not stop staring at him. She only came too when she heard her phone ring. It was the kids.
"Hello my babies, I am missing you so much."
"When are you coming home, Mamma?"
"Tomorrow sweethearts. First I want to get you some gifts ok."
"Yeah!" the squealed.
"Papa and I are going out now. Say hello to him quickly and then you go to bed now ok. And you be a good children for Taiji, Dadiji and Dadaji."
He took the phone and chatted to the children briefly and they left.
Now after her 3 cocktails he was looking even sexier than he had earlier. And he was smiling after the awards ceremony. He was happy as he now knew that they were making in-roads in the very tough Mumbai market. She was so proud of his achievements. She giggled with pride and happiness. She never thought that she could get married or fall in love again after Prashant. But she had with him.
She walked over to him with that same silly grin where he was talking to one of his colleagues.
"Sorry, Yashji."
"Yes" he said looking irritated at the interruption.
"I was wondering if you would like to dance."
"Aarti, I am talking to Mr. Singh."
"No, no. Go dance with your wife. If my wife looked like yours I would not have left her alone for a second."
She did not like the way the man looked at her. But she gave it little thought as Yash eventually excused himself and took her to the dance floor.
"Sorry Yashji. I didn't mean to interrupt." she said as they started dancing.
He said nothing.
"You know I think you are the most handsome man here tonight."
He looked at her very surprised.
"It's true." she giggled.
"You know, I was thinking earlier this evening that you look like James Bond. Scindiya, Yash Scindiya." She giggled again.
"I am so proud of you. I am not surprised though. You are very good at what you do. And you are hot."
"Aartiji."
"Oops, did I just say that out loud?" she giggled again.
"Aartiji, have you been drinking?"
"Just a cocktail or two or three." she giggled.
"It feels so good to be in your arms. I have been wondering how it would feel and I was right." She snuggled in tighter.
"Aartiji, stop it."
"Stop what? Admiring my handsome husband."
"Right we are going." He led her off the dance floor and said.
"Wait right here."
She nodded with a bright smile.
They got into the rental car and she just stared at him with her smile the whole time. He looked back at her with a frown.
"You shouldn't frown so much, you face will stay that way." she made a frowny face and burst out laughing. She turned on the radio and kept changing the channels till she found a song that she liked and started belting out at the top if her voice and dancing in her seat.
Now he looked really irritated and turned the radio off.
She sighed.
"No fun. No fun at all." she said and leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes.
She had apparently dosed off as she woke her up when they reached the house. They walked the bedroom. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"You never said how I look Yashji. Do you like this outfit? I would never have worn something like this you know. But Bhabhi and Pari chose it. They want me to seduce you."
"Aartiji. I think you need to get into bed."
"Is that an invitation?" she looked at him seductively. "Such a Bond thing to do. Take the heroine home and ravage her." She laughed again.
"Enough of this Aartiji. Get out of your clothes and get into bed."
"Ooh, now you want me to get out of my clothes and get me into bed. You are too naughty Mr. Scindiya." she walked to him and stood in front of him.
"I would like to take off my clothes and yours too. Do you know you have the perfect body? Those abs are to die for." She trailed her finger down his chest.
"Do you know what torture it is when you walk around in that towel? How is a girl supposed to stop from drooling? You look so hot when you come out of the shower with you wet hair and hot body. It's absolute torture, I tell you. And your eyes. Those perfect orbs of molten chocolate. So beautiful, so intense. And your mouth, your lips. Mmm" she licked her lips.
"Not even Prashant made me feel like this. And trust me, when our marriage was good, it was goood. It's not wrong is it? To have such naughty thoughts of your own husband. To want to kiss him and touch him and ..."
She moved away and turned around and swallowed hard.
"It's hot in here. She fanned herself. Are you hot Yashji?" she turned around to look at him. "Of course, you are always hot." she laughed at her own humour again.
She walked back to him and she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. At first she felt no response and then he kissed her back with equal amount of passion.
"I have wanted to do this for the longest time." she said as they finally had to break the kiss to breath.
She started kissing him again as she pushed the jacket off his shoulders, undid his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt while she kissed him in his neck and nibbled on his earlobes. He undid the strings that held her top together and exposed her naked breasts. He immediately started kneading it and tugging at her nipples. They were standing next to the bed and he moved swiftly and she was lying on the bed with him on top of her devouring her breasts. His hands stroked her all the way down till it stopped when it encountered her skirt. Suddenly he stopped and got up. He left the room without saying a word.
When she came out of her daze, she was shocked, humiliated and sober. She could not believe what she had done and that she acted so brazenly. And she could not believe that he had so brutally rejected what she was offering. Was she that unappealing? She got up and went to the shower and stayed there for a long time, crying her heart out. She came out anxiously, not knowing if he would come back to the room, but she worried for nothing. He did not come back that night. He was gone when she woke up and was instructed by Bawhari that they would accompany her for the shopping and Yash-sir would meet her at the airport for the flight home. She packed their things, went shopping and went to the airport. They barely looked at each other or spoke on the flight back.
Chapter 1
Part B
His parents insisted that he take her with to Mumbai. She was his wife, they said. He didn't know what they expected. After all was it not enough that he agreed to get married again. He still loved Arpita. He would always only love Arpita. Yet he saw the need for a mother in his daughters. And she was a good mother. The girls, though tentative at first had really warmed up to her. And it was all because she really did so much to steal their hearts. And he enjoyed Ansh so much. He was the cutest thing and he loved him like a son almost immediately. But the marriage was in name only. Just for the sake of their children.
He could see that she sometimes took strain from his very traditional family. His mother and aunt were hard task masters. They did not give her an inch but she never stopped trying to conform to their requirements of a Scindiya bahu. She was not what they expected when they chose her though. She was vivacious and loud and her laughter reverberated throughout the entire house. And their house was big. He often observed her when she was interacting with his sisters in law and the children. And not to mention when she was with Prateek. It always seemed as if those two were up to something mischievous. She could hardly be ignored as she flitted around the house with that big personality of hers. And he had to admit she had the most infectious smile he had ever come across. Not that it had any effect on him of course.
He was very uncomfortable by the thought of spending time alone with her. But at least had had a lot of appointments set up as he tried to travel as little as possible. So he tried to make the most of his visit to Mumbai. It was not that he was trying to avoid her. It was just good planning on his part.
When he entered the home, all the old memories of his time with Arpita came flooding back. The pictures were still here. She had decorated this home herself. She loved this place and he loved her so they spent as much time as they could there. He hadn't been here since she passed. He preferred to stay at hotels when he came for business. He immediately started working when they settled and then he left for some meetings. Then he went for dinner with some suppliers and they went for drinks afterwards, not that he indulged in alcohol.
She was sleeping when he got back. It was a relief. He got into bed and fell asleep almost immediately as he had a long day. He woke up that morning and she was still sleeping. The window had been left open and the breeze was just brushing over them, making her hair fall over her face. She looked so angelic, so beautiful as she was lying there. A rare smile graced his face and he instinctively reached out to move the hair away from her face, but he caught himself before he did something so intimate. This spurred him on to get out of bed immediately and prepared for his breakfast meeting.
His timing was perfect in that he came home just in time to get ready for the function and took a quick shower. There was a vision outside waiting for him. He was astounded. She looked simply stunning. Even he could not deny that she was beautiful but he had never seen her like this before. The outfit accentuated every inch of her body perfectly. Time stood still as he stood staring at her.
The sound of the shrill ringing of her phone brought him back to the present. A strong mental shake was required at that moment as well as a stern reminder. There was nothing between him and this woman besides being parents to their children. These feelings must just be because he had been without a woman since Arpita's death. And now he was irritated. Why was she dressed like this? She was exposing so much of herself, why and for who? He was tempted to tell her to wear something else. But not that he was jealous and did not want other men to see her of course. Luckily speaking to the kids gave him the composure he so desperately needed.
When they announced his name as winner of the Co-ordinator of the year, he instinctively looked at her, almost as if he wanted her approval. And the look of pride was unmistakable in her face. She even hugged him when he came back from the stage after collecting his award. When the party began he tried to stay as far away from her as possible and yet keeping her in his vision. He could see that there were a few men that looked at her appreciatively. She even danced with a few partners. It irked him as he knew most of them were married and the type of attention that they were giving her was inappropriate. He was irritated with them but not at all possessive of her, of course.
Till she did the unimaginable. Though it was clear that she had too much to drink but to openly try and seduce him like that? Her words, her actions all were so blatantly shameless. And to bring up her intimacy with her ex-husband? How could she? And now what does he do with the knowledge of this. When it was so difficult to walk away from the situation as is. He left her there, angry at both of them. He went to stand outside in the garden for the cool see breeze to take away this heat and burning desire. It didn't help. Then he went to one of the other rooms, had a cold shower and tossed and turned till he eventually succumbed to a restless slumber. And he escaped as early as possible so as to avoid any confrontation. He was not ready to talk about this. He had to clear his thoughts. He had to make sure that both of them were aware that it was a mistake. That it can never be repeated. But first he had to regain a semblance of strength, be the man that he was before she entered his life. Be the man that was steadfast in his love, his one true love and that was Arpita. There could be no one else and physical involvement would only blur the lines. Women got emotionally involved and he could not have that. He had to think about this intently.
It was two days later that he came into the room as she was getting ready for bed putting up the pillow wall.
"Aartiji, we have to talk about what happened in Mumbai."
"No, we don't. I was drunk. Let's just attribute it to that and leave it."
But in his mind he was thinking that drunk people normally spoke the truth.
"Just so you know that it can never happen again. We both agreed that this marriage is for the sake of our children and nothing more. Our commitment and love will always be to our spouses."
He heard her sigh loudly.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"No say what you want to say."
"Yashji, I married you for our children. My husband left me. Yes, I wanted him back. I wanted us to be a family but one can't live in the past forever."
"So didn't you love him?"
"I loved him with every fibre in my being. But it wasn't enough. So I have decided to move on and forget that part of my life. Yes, there were happy times that I would like to remember and he gave me the best thing in my life, Ansh, but other than that I have decided that the past remains just there."
"Then your love was not true."
She turned around swiftly and looked at him with so much anger.
"You don't know what I felt for Prashant, what I gave him, how I loved him. I loved him with my whole heart, I freely and passionately gave him my body, and I lost my soul to him. You don't know how I begged him to stay. I would have done anything for him to have stayed. I was absolutely broken when he left. Don't you dare stand in judgement of my love? Just because you choose to live the life of a dead man. I want to live and not just survive. I want to love and be loved and if I had known what I know now I would have rather stayed unmarried." he voice was nearly whisper but the tone of absolute anger and resentment was evident.
"What is it that you know?"
"I said to leave it didn't I? It's not worth discussing. It was the actions of a drunk woman. I apologise and I promise it will never happen again. Your much guarded virtue is safe with me. Even I can only take so much rejection." She said sarcastically.
"Aartiji ...:
"Good night, Yashji." she got into and switched off the bedside lamp.
He came to tell her that it could never happen again, yet she was the one that told him. She was so angry. He did not anticipate her reaction. He saw a different side of her. The pain in her eyes were evident as she spoke about her relationship with her ex-husband. He had not doubt in his mind now that she loved completely and was rejected. And he had no doubt of the passion that was inside her. He could not get their encounter out of his mind. Merely blinking his eyes scared him lest he see her in his mind's eye. He regretted not following through on what they both wanted, yet knowing he did the right thing. It had to be the right thing. He could not so easily forget as she had done. He could not let go. He loved Arpita. His love and his body was for her only. He could not so easily give what he had promised away to another. One love for a lifetime. That is what he believed then and that is still what he believed. Then why did he feel to rip that pillow wall away and pounce on the source of his escalating confusion.
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