The Roots of the Rose Shrub [ Fan fiction] - Page 3

Originally posted by: apuni88

Superb one again!! Loved it.

And the premise you gave before the start of the FF 🤣🤣 can’t stop laughing!

im excited to read your redemption track! Show me tho milne se raha 🥺

Thanks a lot. U the sweetest!

Originally posted by: Athz

Yaah...so I thought I wouldn't...as in thought of making him blast Seerat in this chapter. But then today's epi update just made my blood boil. So I am keeping him in character for something...but soon he'll break it. ... thanks for reading

Originally posted by: Pinecone

Ugh. He's still being stupid.

Honestly i am kinda losing interest in Sahiba Angad because now after last few episodes I think Angad deserves a woman like Seerat- cheat, liar, manipulative, unkind, venomous, arrogant and characterless.

Haha....Sorry...I had to keep him stupid for a reason.

Tell me about it....I was so pumped to write this FF, but I lost interest when I read the epi update....and I made last minute changes.

Loved your FF hope you make Angad cry buckets of tears.....

Originally posted by: Joyness

Loved your FF hope you make Angad cry buckets of tears.....

Deal .. Thanks a ton for reading ❤

Hey Guys..m back with part 3. Do give it a read. You might find something satisfying in this part ...but rest assured ..there's more to come ...

PART - III

SCREEECHHH...Angad applies a hard brake and BANG! Seerat's head bumps into the glove box. If you were present, you'd know how hard that fall was. You would have literally heard her head pounding. Head throbbing, a dazed Seerat looked around and she heard Angad shout "SAHIBA"!

Was it the sudden blow on her head that was making her hear things or did Angad actually..."Ugh! That is Sahiba!"

Yes, that was indeed Sahiba, .....a fallen Sahiba...

Angad was beside Sahiba in a flash. He pulled her into his arms, cupped her face. " Sahiba...Sahiba are you alright? I am so sorry... Sahiba...are you okay?" Angad looked at her ...worried. However all through that he noticed that his wife had become half of what she was....her lips were dry..there were dark circles around her eyes...and his heart broke to see her so.

Meanwhile, an infuriated and dejected Seerat ran behind him.

Sahiba who was recovering from the shock of almost being killed by a Bentley, looked up and nodded...and that's when she realized she was in the arms of her husband...or soon-to-be-ex-husband and maybe jeeja.

She looked into his eyes, his jet-black eyes which rarely expressed their feelings were full of concern. How long had she ached to melt into those pair and lie in his arms ...away from the world...Just him and her... . But today she was alone ....a forlorn being accompanied by the darkness of her hostel room... Now, when she were in his arms, she felt like she had all the company she ever wanted...If only they could stay like this.... until she felt a shadow hover over them.... "Seerat di?"...and everything flashed into Sahiba's mind...the betrayal...and she flinched. The longing in her eyes disappeared. The amber pair now resembled that of a tigress.

She pushed Angad and stood up to leave..only to be pulled back by him. She fell straight into his broad chest and she could feel his hands around her hips...and standing next to him was her sister ...her own blood who had spewed venom into her life.

" Aah what a picture-perfect frame" she thought aloud. " Aren't you guys meant to be?" smirked Sahiba.

" Sahiba, don't blabber just anything", shouted Angad, tightening his grip over her.

" Yes, Sahiba! How are you so heartless? How can you speak like this to Angad? He's a nek dil insaan. That is why he's taking your crap. You walked out of his life for your own selfish motive and...."

" You can stop your naatak, you two-faced vile woman. Your tricks might work on this would-be of yours...not me".

" What is wrong with you Sahiba?", yelled Angad.

" I have no intention to tell you. Traitors like you..." and a verbal spat ensued in the middle of the road between Angad and Sahiba.

And if you looked at the person beside, you would see a satisfied smile on her face. "Time to add ghee to the fire" thought Seerat as Angad pulled Sahiba to the side of the road.

" Aaah. Angad!" Seerat pretended to trip...and just as she planned Angad stopped her from falling. He pulled her and her sister to the side of the road.

With a hand on Sahiba's waist and the other wrapped around Seerat's wrist, Angad looked straight into Sahiba's eyes...fuming with anger..." Now tell me Sahiba...what is the matter with you?"

Sahiba's eyes landed on her husband's hand wrapped around her sisters and that was the last straw for her. Her face lost all its color but her eyes were ablaze.

" Let go of me", she growled. That is when Angad knew fighting with Sahiba would be a lost cause. He was familiar with that reselient look on his wife's face. But he wasn't the one to back out either. He tightened the grip over her while the one on Seerat's wrist slacked and making it fall.

"NO", said Angad

"LET GO OF ME , PERVERT SINGH BRAR!" yelled Sahiba at the top of her voice.

" What did you just say, Sahiba Kaur Monga?" Angad growled back. " Now, I am not letting you go, you are coming with me and I am dropping you back to your hos..."

"AAARGHHH! LET GO OF ME" and with all might she pulled herself free and "SMACK!"... Sahiba slapped hard on Angad's face. Her face fuming with uncontrollable anger, and hurt.

Seerat's eyes almost popped out of her head. She couldn't believe what she saw now.

And as for Angad? Well, to say that Angad Singh Brar was in shock would be an understatement. A myriad of emotions flashed through his face. Shock, hurt, dismay, heart-break and what not! Angad Singh Brar was facing the wrath of Sahiba Kaur Monga.

"S-Sahib"...

"Don't ...don't take my name. I sounds dirty when it comes from your mouth" spat Sahiba " Your male ego would want to slap me back. No, Mr Brar? Karke dekh....I'll penalize you for touching me inappropriately..."

Angad's eyes welled up. Her words were more painful than her slap. He would never...why would he....he could never...hit her... He stood there, unable to move..each of her words came like a shower of arrows.

" What is wrong with me you ask? I'll tell you what was wrong with me. My fault was that I loved the people around me. My fault was that I never considered to make myself happy...and...her eyes welled up...n-neither did the p-people I loved did that. Do you even know how it feels, Angad?....Hahaha...who am I asking..Of course you don't. Coz' your wife never cheated on you with your brother....

How silly of me?!! haha" Sahiba laughed vindictively. Okay, do you know how it is to be pushed into a forceful marriage and then be deprived of basic rights like food or water by your husband? Do you know how it feels to be almost molested and then thrown to be judged by your husband's tyranous family?"

By now, guilt had shrouded Angad's face and tears rolled down his eyes... "Sahiba...I..."

"I am not done Mr. Brar...It's my turn today" said Sahiba trying hard not to cry.

" Because I was the one who was judged and blamed for every mistake that I never commited....BECAUSE I WAS THE ONE WHO CRIED MYSELF TO SSLEEP IN THAT LONELY , DARK STOREROOM OF YOUR BIG... LIT MANSION...Have you gone through it, Angad? Have you.... Yet I beared it and walked through the fire pit you and your family prepared for me..hoping ...that one day I would prove myself....and I did...

Seerat was listening to all this with a bored face when her phone rang..."Manbeer Mami?" ....and she went inside the car (Thank God!) to update her new-found mother-in-law-like-maami.

Unaware of all this Sahiba continued and Angad listened ..." I wouldn't let myself break....even when you tortured me for my sister's mistakes...Even after I proved my innocence, I was given third-class treatment by YOU and your family, while you...you ANGAD GAVE ALL THE RESPECT TO MY SISTER.....THAT VILE VENOMOUS CREATURE...your ex-fiance who left you at the altar!!!...WHILE YOU CHARACTER ASSASINATED ME!!!" she, Sahiba, wasn't going to mince her words today...she wanted to vent out...CALL OUT everyone who made her a walking corpse.

You then destroyed my soul....my dream...my ARTSHOP...I forgave you!! You made a ruckus when the client spoke ill about her and kept quite when I was on the spot? I FORGAVE you... I beared all of it ....because I was seeing a change in you... I had begun seeing you like my own by then...m-my husband... Sahiba's throat ached, her voice quavered.

Angad couldn't bear it...he thought his legs would give in and he would fall onto the ground.....Tears were flowing down uncontrollably touching each and every crevice on his face...

" And then you changed. You spoke for me, supported me...and I finally started feeling like..like...you were mine.. the husband of Sahiba Kaur Brar. BUT NO! I was a fool....ALL THIS WHILE I WAS THE OTHER WOMAN IN YOUR RELATIONSHIP...I WAS THIRDWHEELING MY HUSBAND AND MY SISTER...and you were calling out your father for cheating your mumma? YOU HYPOCRITE! I mean look at you even now! MERI BEHEN KO LEKAR LUDHIANA KA TOUR KAR RAHE HO? hahahaha...Angad Singh Brar, you have some balls !! or do you ?" asked Sahiba with a vindictive pleasure.

"Sahiba Kaur Monga was not weak. She was strong, Angad. Nothing had the capability to break her...until...until you came into her life..." tears finally escaped the amber cage and came down rushing .... Those tears broke her husband's heart. A new feeling was creeping in it..shame...and hatred..for none other than himself...

"You killed me Angad. I have been reduced a body that breathes and walks...the soul's dead...my world has become colorless...and she laughed amidst her tears..."Look at the irony...the artist who splashes colors on her canvas ...has no colors in the canvas of her life...Sahiba Kaur Monga...u funny womannn...you lonely fool.....hahaha" laughed Sahiba with tears rolling down her cheek.

A heart-broken Angad extended a hand to comfort her...

"Please don't...don't...thanks for your sympathy... Anyway had your fill? So, what say? Shall I leave Mr. Brar?" saying this she collected her belongings and walked into the distance....a slender figure blurred by the night and sheened by the Moon.

Angad Singh Brar's legs finally gave in ....and he fell to the ground.

"AAAARGHH...Oh! Sahiba...my sweet sweet Sahiba....was there so much hurt in you...this much grief?...UGH! How could you Angad?? You MONSTER!!! Why??!! ...."

"You deserved someone better Sahiba...not me ...How I wish I could reverse all this?! How I wish I could wipe those tears off your face....How I wish to bring colors into your life...my dearest Sahiba...my wife...my l-love...."

If you had happened to pass by the sardar that day, you'd have encountered a broken ...a completely broken Angad Singh Brar wailing and sobbing on the hard dry ground.

That's it for now...will be back with the next part soon

Good Sahiba slapped Angad and sunaoed him. He's a jerk. I'd like Seerat to be publicly shamed too.

Sahiba should not trust this guy easily. Let her live alone, focus on her career and make her own mark. If Angad really loves her he will wait for forgiveness, earn her trust.

I took my phone in my hand to ask you if we are getting the next part and then saw ur tag. Thanks for tagging. I was waiting for the chapter

Finally sahiba spoke and not just the current problem but all the hurt that has been dished out to her by him

But slow claps for our brainless brar. He understood his true love's hurt after it was spelled out to him. He never paused to think and introspect

What is the use of crying over split milk now. I am enjoying this. Amazing part. Ekdum sukoon mila Dil ko

Lovely now I hope you make Angad bash The shitRat loved the update good let Angad cry and bow and beg for forgiveness

Originally posted by: Ashviniv

I took my phone in my hand to ask you if we are getting the next part and then saw ur tag. Thanks for tagging. I was waiting for the chapter

Finally sahiba spoke and not just the current problem but all the hurt that has been dished out to him

But slow claps for our brainless brar. He understood his true love's hurt after it was spelled out to him. He never paused to think and introspect

What is the use of crying over split milk now. I am enjoying this. Amazing part. Ekdum sukoon mila Dil ko

Hein na? But there's more in store for Angad in my story . I am so upset with him...I'm going to make him pay. And brainless Brar ,...i like it. Thanks a ton for reading