PaRud SS :: Her Protector Part 3 up! PG 4 (27/09)

Ok, so this was my ArShi story, which is now complete but dont go searching for the ArShi version as I have shifted that to blog😆 And I am not going to give the link to my blog 😈 Till I complete this one that is😳. And as I have all parts ready and after giving it little rajasthani touch and some changes, I will be updating one part daily and it will complete in 8 days. It will be little different from the ArShi version as Paro and Khushi are poles apart and there will be little changes in the story line too. It's nothing related to RR , its set in alternate universe. Hope that you all like it and I get to read your views.

Happy Reading!

Part 1

She ran, her heart slapping mercilessly against her chest, making it painful to draw breathe. The chilly night wind hitting her skin like thousand needles. Her legs hurt.But she can't stop. She can't. Clutching her precious thing close to her chest, she ran, as fast as her hurting legs allowed her. She turned to look back, wiping the tears that were blurring her vision. They have lost track of her, otherwise there's no way she could have escaped them. Finding some relief washing over her, she desperately searched for some place where she could hide. She can't run now, her legs were hurting.

A wooden cart rested against a rectangular steel stall. She ran towards the wooden cart leaning against the steel wall, she curled herself in a smallest position possible, the cart helping her to hide. She shivered, the cold wind hitting her skin making her aware of her torn clothes. A fresh batch of tears flooded her eyes and flowed down her cheek. She wiped her tears harshly. She will not cry. She needs to be strong. Strong for herself... strong for her.

She sat there, her heart thudding in fear. Looping herself in the smallest position possible, she sat there, hidden between the cart and the wall. She hugged the tiny figure close to her chest. The tears flooded her eyes once again as uncontrollable silent sobs wrecked her body. She sat there, sobbing on her fate.

"Ahhh.." her hand fled to her mouth, trying to muffle the panicked cry. Big round eyes, filled with fat tears lifted to look at the figure which slumped on the ground in front of her .She shrieked back, her heart thudding painfully in fear. She huddled in a farthest corner.

The figure lying on the ground lifted his blood red eyes to look in front of him through his blurry vision. He stared at her, lifting his head from the ground. And after few seconds of staring, he again kept his head on the ground.

"Hmmm...roaming alone in this scary night ...on this scary road" his inebriated voice reached her ears. "Not good ... not good ..." He tried to shake his head.

She looked at him, the fear gripping every tiny cell of her body. She wandered her eyes in all direction, looking for some escape. And she was about to get up but was stopped. She looked down in her arms.

"Amma..."

She again sat there.

"What ...What happened, dear?" She asked.

"Amma... .. I am hungry..."

She hugged her baby, the tears taking their course again.

"I... I know baby... I will... I..." She choked; the pain in her heart grew tenfold.

"Hungry...?"

She looked ahead at the man lying in front of her.

"Come..."

He tried to get up on his wobbly legs, stumbling multiple times in the process.

"No!!!" She shrieked, cuddling her daughter close to her chest.

"Come come. ... I. ...I will not harm. ..." he tried to keep his drooping head straight, too drunk.

She shook her head..

"Come. ... I am better than other monsters roaming here ..."

She looked at him. He was not in his senses, too drunk. And she needs some shelter, she can't stay here all night. And if he tried to do something inappropriate then she can fight him, he is too gone to fight her. Satisfied that it will be a safe bet, she got up, embracing her daughter close to her chest.

The man turned around.

"Follow me. ... don't lose the track... you might get lost here. ... so just. ...just. ... follow me..."

She followed him, listening to his incoherent blabbering. Fear again clouded her as she saw him entering the woods. Should she follow him? What if.. ... what if he tries to do something...? She looked at her both side, the empty roads stood proud, scaring her. They will find her, she needs a place to hide. It's better to follow him, she is running anyways. And if he did anything wrong then she can ran, at least this man can't catch her, she thought looking at his state.

And so she followed him.

He pushed the loose wooden door of his cottage open and entered inside.

"Come ... " he said.

She followed him.

"Amma... who is he?"

She looked down at her daughter.

"I... I don't know, Meera. " She replied to her daughter.

"Amma ... I am hungry..."

Before she can reply to her daughter, she heard the man speak.

"Hungry ... she is hungry... Hmmm... I will see..." He carried his wobbly legs to the left corner of the cottage, the small kitchen settled in the corner.

She saw him going towards a small fridge. He opened the fridge and bent down, looking inside the fridge. Taking a milk packet, he stood straight. She saw him moving towards the small platform where the stove was kept. He was searching for something, maybe some leftover food, but got none.

"I...I have nothing here..." the man turned to look at her.

But before she can say anything, he again came up with something.

"Wait ... I will make something..."

And she saw him opening a steel container covered with a lid with his trembling hands. Taking the container, he poured the milk in it and taking out a plastic bag, he removed something and put in the container. And as she paid a close inspection, she saw what it was. It was sugar.

"Amma...?"

Meera muttered in an annoyed voice, irritated by the sleep and the hunger.

She patted her daughter and sat in one corner, looking at the man as he stirred the mixture with a spoon.

"Here ...take this ..." The man came and sat in front of her.

He stared in front of him, blinking his eyes many times to keep it focused. And as he kept staring at the two figure in front of him, he saw two almond shaped hazel eyes lifted to look at him. The two eyes stared at him innocently before wriggling away from that woman's lap and sat in front of him. He lifted the spoon to her.

"What is it?"

He heard her ask in her tiny voice.

"I...I don't know ... Milk, rice and sugar ... eat..." he held the spoon and soon saw her open her tiny mouth. He fed her the mixture with the spoon. Probably the morsel is too big for her tiny mouth, he thought as he saw her chubby cheeks moving as she chewed the food.

"Feed Amma too... She is also hungry ..." He looked at her tiny arms pointing at the woman sitting in the corner. He lifted the spoon towards her, without thinking much.

"No...I am not hungry ... Meera , I am not hungry... You eat... " She replied.

"Eat na Amma, you are hungry ..." Meera stood on her two tiny feet and catching the stranger's hand, she took the spoon towards her mother.

She opened her mouth, her eyes filling again.

He fed her and was about to pull his hand back when he saw two drop of tears falling on the back of his palm. Keeping the spoon in the container, he wiped it against his trouser.

Meera smiled at the stranger as he finished feeding her the last morsel.

"Thank you for the meal..." She smiled.

The man nodded his head and tried to get up but lost his balance in the process and fell flat on the wooden floor.

Meera cried panicked and ran towards him.

"What happened? Get up ... get up..." she patted his cheek, but he was already asleep.

"Meera, he is sleeping. Come here..."

Meera looked at her mother and walked towards her.

"Is he sleeping?" Meera asked as she settled in her mother's arm.

"Yes, he is sleeping. You too sleep.." She patted her daughter's head.

Meera stared at the stranger lying in front of her.

"Amma, he must be feeling cold.." Meera again wriggled out of her mother's arm and ran towards the small bed in the right corner of cottage. She took two pillows and again ran towards her mother.

"This is for Amma and Meera.." she kept one pillow beside her mother and then ran towards the stranger. "This is for him.." keeping the pillow near his head, she sat beside him. Lifting his head with great difficulty, too heavy for her, she kept his head on the pillow. Satisfied by her work, she again ran towards the bed. Catching the covers with her hand she pulled it and kept on the ground. And then catching hold of the bedsheet, she pulled it too. Taking both the things, she ran towards the stranger. She took the blanket and covered him. And then taking the bedsheet, she ran towards her mother.

"And this is for Amma and Meera..." she smiled sweetly and laid down, keeping her head on the pillow and pulled the bedsheet over her and her mother. "Good night, Amma." Meera closed her eyes, hugging her mother's waist and buried her face in her tummy.

She smile at her daughter and ran her hand on her silky soft hair. Sleep? Sleep will not come to her even if she tried to.

Index

Part 2

Part 3

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Shivi..

Wow super story shivi
I was reading the story and was so engrossed in it.
Aww the little one meera sounds so cute
Cant wait to read more
Thanks for starting this FF
And I am happy have not read the Arshi version😆
But would love to read sometime later on once this is done

That's really engrossing prologue Shivi
So Paro has a cute daughter already named meera..
I am guessing drunk stranger is Rudra :)
Can't wait to read more

superb one

Nice update shivi.
So now reading the parud version even though I have read the arshi version. Looking forward to reading this.
Just one question why amma not maasa?

Well well well, I loved the ArShi version to this one and am sure this one will also be great!!!! This one has actually got more intensity if you relate it to RR, not that the ArShi version lacked intensity... I loved that one and this one's gonna be awesome, with the changes of course... 😉

i like it, meera is so cute ..looking forward to ur next update ..tfs 😃

Nice girl

Part 2

The warm sun rays slipped through the windows and brightened the dark room. The birds chirped away and the fresh chilly air filled the room. She stared at every tiny things in the room, her eyes wide awake. This is what she had done whole night, staring at everything. The small cupboard in left-corner-- covered with dust, the kitchen , too dirty. The fireplace as if it's not cleaned from ages, the place spoke nothing of a living place. But it was providing her a place to hide, and that was enough for her.

He opened his eyes, his eyes and head hurting. Nothing new there. He rubbed his palm over his face. Stretching his legs, he got up, only to stop dead in his track. He stared ahead, a figure lay there in the corner.

"Who are you?!!"

Her eyes jerked up to meet his, which was staring at the fireplace few moment back. She immediately sat straight and embraced her daughter more in her arms.

He stood dumbfounded as those two deep innocent eyes stared back at him, fright floating in her eyes. The world around him ceased as those two brown eyes with a pinch of green mixed in it, sat there in the corner, looking like the most vulnerable eye he has ever peeked in. His molten brown eyes shifted to her face. Beads of preparation glistening on her forehead, stirring an alien feeling inside his chest.

"I...I..."

Those pink petals quivered, evoking an unknown thirst inside him. He clenched his fist. There's nothing in the world that can affect him,... can make him feel the way he don't want to. And the tiny figure sitting in the corner will be the last thing to make him break his resolve. Wanting to shove back every feeling, his red determined eyes lashed at her.

"What, I?!! Speak!! Who are you and what are you doing here?!" he blasted, not liking how his heartbeat has taken a pace.

"I...I ... You brought us here... I..." she stammered, too frightened. He was looking nothing like the man last night. Now he looked...he looked frightening. His big ragging eyes, his dense beard, his clenched fist-- as if controlling his anger.

He looked at her. He faintly remembered meeting her but he doesn't remember bringing her home. Had he really brought her home? He clenched his teeth! Well, if at all he had brought her, she can't live here now. No one is allowed here!

"Get up and leave my place. NOW!"

"But...I ... I ... Can I stay her for few days, please? ..." She almost pleaded, expectant eyes , looking for some mercy.

"No!" His ruthless voice echoed in the room. "You can't stay here! Get out of my house this very instant! Get..." he stopped as the two almond shaped eyes from nowhere, stared at him. He remembered those eyes.

He saw that tiny figure as she come out of that girl's lap and walked towards him on her tiny feet.

"Can't we stay here please ...?" her sweet voice traveled through the air and reached him.

He averted his eyes from her.

"I said NO! Nobody can live here. Get out of my house. NOW!!"

She stood up, and reaching to her daughter, she took her in her arms.

"Abhaar , kal raat ke liye."(Thank you, for last night ) Her eyes downcast as she thanked him for giving her a place to hide, even if it was for a one night.

He didn't dared to look in her eyes, there was something in her eyes. And he don't want to feel that something.

She looked at her daughter in her arms and tried to smile at her. Cuddling Meera in her arms, she turned towards the exit.

The sun shone bright, piercing her skin. The land beneath her feet burning equally. She breathed heavy, too tired. She was back on the empty roads again. She looked around, no one was there, the place was isolated.

"Amma, where are we going?" Meera asked.

She looked down at her daughter.

"I don't know, Meera" she replied, helplessness reflecting her voice.

"There's no vehicle here..." Meera looked at both side of the road. "How will we reach Railway station, Amma? Do you know the way to Railway station, Amma?" Meera asked.

She shook her head.

"No, Meera. I don't know. You don't worry I..." She stopped, her eyes grew wide in panic seeing the familiar car.

"Amma!" Meera's panicked voice faintly reached her ears before she started running. But this time she was not lucky enough. The car came to the screeching stop in front of her. Adrenaline rushed through her, her every nerve filling with dread.

He came out of the car.

"Parvati..." his vile smile and lewd voice elevated a sickening feeling in her stomach. She held her daughter close to her.

"Parvati, my dear wife, haven't I told you, you can't escape me? See" he widened his arms, his demented eyes staring at the petite figure in front of him. "See, I am right in front of you. Ye tumne aacha nahi kiya..." he shook his head. "Very very bad, Parvati. Very bad" His smiling face turned into a stone one, giving the glimpse of the monster inside him. "But still you did. And now? Now punishment time for you..." the lewd smile was back again.

A chill ran down her spine as she saw him moving towards her. She turned, ready to ran. But he caught her.

"Na na, Parvati. Not this time. This time I have caught you..." he took Meera from her.

"Amma!!"

"No! Give her back to me. Give her to me, please.. please... Give her to me!! I beg you" tears spilled out of her helpless eyes as she fought to get her daughter back.

"You will not get her back Parvati. You know that. She is my daughter and I have all rights on her. You are not her mother and stop thinking that you can take her away from her father. But you did" His menacing eyes pierced her beautiful frightened face. "And now time to teach you some lessons." He pushed her away from him and started taking a crying Meera towards his car.

Parvati ran behind him.

"Give my daughter back to me! Give her back! Give me, I beg you please..." her cheeks red, wet with tears.

He locked Meera in the car and turned towards Parvati to catch her chin in a tight grip.

"No! Not a word more, my darling wife! You think you are very strong, don't you? You think you can stand in front of me, right? So time to change your belief then." He pushed her hard on the ground.

"No!!!" Meera screamed from inside the car as she saw her father removing his leather belt. "No!! Babu-sa No!! Bapu-sa don't beat Amma!! Bapu-sa please!!!" Meera cried, the tears flowed down her cheek.

"This!" his leather belt splashed down on her pale skin . "You will remember this whenever you will think of standing against me." the belt again made contact with her skin. "I have told you, haven't I?" his hand carried its work as his mad eyes ragged at the fragile figure. "I had told you, you can't take my daughter away from me! You can't!!!" he splashed the belt against her skin, mercilessly, without any qualm, smiling at her every whimper. . "But you did exactly that!" Rolling the belt in his hand, he knelt beside her semi conscious form. "And now I am taking my daughter with me, and you? You can go to hell, my darling wife.." he stood up, leaving behind a half conscious Parvati.

She lifted her head to look at him, her vision blurry.

"No!" Parvati tried to shout. "Please... Don't take her! I will die without her ... please !" She whimpered and cried in pain, sobs shook her body with great force.

He turned to look at her.

"Then Die!" He spat. Opening the car door he got inside the car.

Thanks everyone for liking and commenting on this story, it means a lot. Prabha, you can read the Arshi on too, but after completing this😉 @SanzBarbie, you guessed it right. Amy, dont spill the beans ..lol.. @ rashika, you will know in next update why meera calls Parvati Amma and not Maasa @ shutter , I agree with you and I am working on that, and if you remember the Arshi one, you can see the chances I have made here. @deepa, yes its Armor

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