Coerced Alliance: Chapter 27

Writer's Comments

Well this is a very emotional chapter. I hope you like it. It explains a lot. 

Love,

Mishty

Chapter 27

It was late at night when they were still touching, fondling each other. Arnav’s hands were on her back, making patterns while their feet were entwined together. It was the most peaceful thing that they had ever experienced. Words did not have to be spoken at that time. They understood each other just by their touch.

Soon Arnav’s hand curved around Khushi’s waist and circled her navel, suggestively. Khushi let out a giggle.

What? asked Arnav.

That tickles! She whispered.

Well, it’s not my fault that you are ticklish! He said, rubbing her skin more. He brought her closer with his other hand. His hands traveled down from her back to her derriere, giving it a slight squeeze. Khushi gasped. His hands were there.

He was watching Khushi’s expressions with great interest. When she gasped, the smirk was back on his face, his eyes shining with mirth. Khushi felt embarrassed. She was turning red by the second. She tried to wiggle out of his hold. His eyes widened in shock.

How could he not realise this before? All those nights they had spent in Italy.

He didn't realise, because he spent too much time thinking about her, missing the obvious.

That was she was so soft!

Khushi, you are not wearing a bra! It was a statement. A statement which shocked Khushi to the core, at this man’s audacity. If her cheeks were red before, they were flaming red now. She gave him a push and rolled to her side. She spent to seconds trying to form a witty answer, but nothing came to her mind.

Um, Arnav, I can’t sleep with my bra on! No woman wears a bra at night! She said that and she turned away from him on her side and pretended to sleep.

Arnav wanted to chuckle so badly but seeing his wife embarrassed and angry, he held it in. He didn't mean to offend her in anyway. He was just stating the obvious. He turned to her side, and pulled her back against him, his strong calves trapping hers while his hand was acting like an iron grip against her waist. His hands were inside her kurti, and rested on her small waist. Khushi tried to move away from him but couldn’t. She was a trapped prisoner.

Khushi! I didn't mean to embarrass you! To be honest, I will be okay with you wearing nothing as well! He said chucking.

I want you to be as comfortable as you want, he said. He slowly turned her around and gently kissed her on the cheek reassuring her that he was just joking and teasing her. Khushi smiled seeing him chuckle. It was the most precious sound that she had heard until now. She wanted to savor this moment, so badly.

She turned more into him, her head resting in the crook of his neck.

Tell me about her, she whispered.

Arnav didn't pretend to not understand what she meant. His eyes darkened. He got up with her, turned the light on and sat against the headboard, pulling her in between his legs so she sat with her back against his chest. His arms snaked around her waist. His head buried in her shoulder, inhaling her floral scent.

He was dreading this story but he knew to move on with his life, he would tell her. He would tell her the truth, from the beginning.

Why he was ASR and not Arnav?

Why didn't he used to believe in love?

Why his anger always got the better of him?

Why he used to spend the days working his ass off?

He would tell her his story. She had the right to know.

Khushi when I was 14, I saw my mother suicide when my Di, was taking her nuptial rounds. I was going to call her when someone told me that they saw her go up to the terrace. When I got there, I saw her jumping off the terrace. I was too late. I couldn’t save her. I stood there, not knowing what to do. My Di, was just about to get up to do the 7 rounds around the holy fire, when I arrived to inform her. I was just about to inform her when we all heard the gun-shot so we ran towards the room.

That day, I lost two of my parent’s khushi. It was later we found out that my father had a mistress, when my mother found out, she went to ask him, why he did this? Why did he need to do this? She couldn’t take the stress Khushi, so she committed suicide and my fucking father; he committed suicide after realizing his mistake. He couldn’t take the fact that our mother committed suicide because of him.

That day, I realized that my mother loved my father but all she got in return was unfaithfulness from him. From that day on-wards  no-one in this house take his name. My sister’s wedding was called off due to this. Our uncle chucked us out, wanting the property. At that tender age Khushi, me and my sister had become homeless. It was Mami, Mama & Nani who took us in. They provided us a shelter, food, clothing. That was what selflessness was Khushi. Mama worked day and night so we could go to college. Mami sold her jewellery so we could buy books, Nani sold her land so we could have buy food, afford electricity in the house and heating.

I soon recovered from my loss and went to College to study, earn back everything we lost. I owed my life to this family. No-one would do this much. Akash soon started to call me, bhai. I liked that. Di, soon recovered as well, and helped around the house. Time was tough. That was when I met Sameera. Initially we became friends, and we then started to date. She was a quiet girl and that was why we used to get along. Then I thought that I was in love with her, and so I proposed to her. The family liked her, expect Nani.

Nani used to say that this girl had no manners, no decorum as to how to respect elders. Sameera was a modern girl and used to dress that way. I had no problem with that. Soon we got engaged. It was 4 days to the wedding when I wanted to give her a surprise, so I went to her house without telling her. Her door was unlocked. I opened it slightly to see Sameera kissing another guy. He was well suited. She was two-timing on both of us.

It was then I realized  she might like me but she loves money more. She was with him, only for the money. That was when I went inside and just slapped her and told her that it was all over. The other guy was shocked too and then left the apartment angry. I too left – throwing the ring in her face.

That was the second thing – I realized  That money and power was everything. If you had that, people would fawn at your feet. I worked my life my ass off trying to re-establish everything. I named the company in my mother’s name. She was a Raizada while my father was a malik. I bought back everything, Mami’s jewellery, Nani’s land. We bought a bigger house and shifted there. I got them every bit of luxury that they could even think of. I guess that was my way of re-paying them back.

This was why I never believed in love Khushi, because the only love I had seen destroys you. I became ASR while pushing myself into more work. Yes there were girls but only for flings. They meant nothing. Girls to me were nothing, until you came into my life. You are mine Khushi! Only mine!

Don’t you dare leave me because without you I am ASR, not Arnav.

Khushi couldn’t take any of his words anymore. Tears were pouring out of her eyes. She turned around in his arms and sealed his lips with hers. Their tongues dueled in a battle where only their love would win. Her hands snaked around his neck pulling him closer. They soon stopped.

I will never leave you! I am only yours! said Khushi.

That was the only thing that needed to be said.

Arnav brought her closer and kissed her on her forehead. They soon slept together, cuddling each other, waiting for the next morning. 

The Wilted Rose: Chapter 2

Writer's Comments

Well, another chapter. I am hoping you are liking this story. It is different to my other stories and the writing style is more novel based. 

This story has more depth and I hope you will appreciate that. 

Love,

Mishty

Chapter 2

He brought her to the hospital. “Doctor, please have a look at her! She is in a critical condition,” said Arnav. The doctor looked at the patient and agreed with him.

“Please can you fill out this form, we will take her straight in to have the operation. The stab of the knife is not enough to kill anyone but we hope that it hasn't damaged her internal organs! It’s good you brought her straight here!” said the Doctor.

He saw the innocent girl being taken into the O.T. Her face was like a rose, very beautiful indeed but innocent too. He stared at the closed doors before turning to the doctor.

“We might be able to save her,” said the doctor and left him to fill out the forms. The forms didn’t take him long to fill – however they were very confusing to fill. He saw the box which said ‘Relation-ship to the patient’. He was very confused as to what to fill out. He left it blank, hoping that no-one create a fuss about it. He was right. No-one did. As long as he made the payments, no-one did care who she was? Or who he was?

He contacted the police and told them what he saw and how he bought the girl on time to the hospital.

“Arree...! It is a simple open and shut case!” said the Police officer. Arnav was confused for a while.

“What do you mean?” He asked earnestly.

“I meant that the thieves were there to steal their belongings. They must not have wanted to hand over their belongings and in that the thieves might have killed them! So what is the point of an F.I.R, it’s just wasting your time!” said the police officer.

If the police officer was in front of Arnav, he would have been strangled. He calmed his breathing and said in a low voice.

“Do you even know you are talking to? You are talking to the Arnav Singh Raizada. I can get you fired from your post within minutes. The girl’s husband was killed. It is your job to get justice to the culprit, theft or no theft! Understood?” said Arnav.

“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir! We will definitely solve this case!” said the police officer.

“Good!” said Arnav and hung up the phone.

He was reverted back to the present when he saw the O.T. doors open once again. He saw the doctor coming out. He stood up, anxious to hear the news once again.

“She is now stable!” said the doctor. “However, we have to keep her in observation for 48 hours. She is very critical and could potentially go into coma! She is now shifted to the ICU!” said the doctor.

“This is a special case – I read your forms. You have found her, but we must inform the police. You don’t even know her name. It looked like she was attacked as all her jewellery is now stolen. It is a criminal case!” said the doctor.

“I know, I have already contacted the police. They should be on their way here!” said Arnav.

“Okay!” replied the doctor.

“Can I go and see her?” asked Arnav.

“Sure!” said the doctor.

He entered the I.C.U. slowly. He saw her lying down. Her face pale, like it had lost all of its color or like it had been wilted. Her features were well defined. He walked closer to her. She laid still, her arm connected to various monitors. He held her hand and rubbed it slowly. He shuddered to think what would have happened if he had not arrived on time. He was sitting there for hours. He didn't know what, but something didn't feel right. It didn't feel like an open and shut case. There was something more to it, but what?

It was then he saw it. The girl’s leg was peeking out at the end of the covers. Something silver shining on her ankle. He let go of her hand, and moved to see it. It was a silver anklet with diamonds. They were real diamonds not even American diamonds. He could tell. After all knew everything about fashion. In real terms, this would cost no less than £5000. It was something rare and priceless.

So why would the thieves miss this aspect?

Not possible. Unless they weren't there to steal at all, they were there to kill. It all made sense now, killing her husband, then stabbing her. Leaving her on the empty road, thinking that no-one will come to rescue her.

That was their mistake.

She wasn't meant to survive but she did.

That means that her life is still in danger.

He had to make a few phone calls. This case could not be given to the police. This had to go to someone else, “Emergency Task Force.” He knew ‘Arjun Suryakanth Rawte’ believed in justice and justice would be served.

He picked up his phone and dialed the number. He picked up within 2 rings. Arnav then explained everything and how he rescued this girl, and then how he brought her to the hospital and then he contacted the police. He also told him – how it wasn't an open and shut case. He waited for him to say something.

“I know what you mean. It could be though that they didn't check her ankles and just left taking what they could. However, it is a murder case, so we will thoroughly look into it. I will contact the police now and inform them that this case is now in the hands of ETF. Please inform us when she wakes up. We need to know things first-hand. I will get my team to work on this case!” explained Arjun.

“Thanks. I know you could do this!” said Arnav.

“Sure – just remember though that even you are a suspect now and so you won’t be able to leave the country until our investigation is over!” said Arjun.

“That is fine! I will be here! Tell me if you need anything!” said Arnav.

“Will do!” said Arjun. The call ended. Arnav looked at the innocent girl once again and sighed.

What had the world come to? 

The Wilted Rose: Chapter 1

Written Comments

Well, I am back with a new story! It is an SS so will last max upto 4 parts ish! 

Well do tell me how you like it! :)

Love, 

Mishty

Chapter 1

The pain was too much to bare. She was left on the road to die. Her arms were bleeding heavily, with the knife still stabbed in her ribs. She looked across her and saw her husband lying down in a pool of his own blood. Gone. Forever. He had left her to face this cruel world on her own, knowing that she would fail. She tried to scream, but her throat was too sore. She felt trapped. She wanted to die so she could live her happy ever after with her husband. Her neck felt bare.

Gone was her happiness.

The only thing left was despair.

She closed her eyes to see white light. It was like she was in heaven already. Angels were calling after her. She could see her husband with his arms out trying to call her, but he became unfocused. He was moving away from her. She tried to reach out but couldn’t hold him. The angels were taking him away, saying that he was being taken care of.

She remembered how just 24 hours ago, it was their wedding. Everything had been fantastic. She had felt like the luckiest girl in the world. She was getting married to her child-hood love, “Rohan”. He was everything a girl would ever dream of. He was the Prince Charming. She remembered all the Salman Khan movies that she had watched, and how she wished that she was whisked away by a Prince Charming. They had decided to get married after attaining their family’s approval.

The marriage had been conducted successfully and they were sent off in a car. They were on their way to their new home when Rohan stopped the car suddenly. Rohan and Khushi came out to see 6 men on 3 bikes had stopped their car. Rohan could see the fear in his beloved’s eyes. He took hold of her hand and dragged her behind him. The 6 men had got off their bike and now surrounded them, having a weapon in their hand.

“Surrender the girl to us and we won’t harm you! Look at the girl; she is so pretty, I bet she will scream when we screw her! But will she able to handle us all?” a man shouted. “You can always get another woman, give her to us!” said another.

Rohan stood in front of her. “She is not going anywhere! She is mine and only mine,” shouted Rohan.

“Have it your way!” said the same man. Soon they were attacked by them. Rohan tried to take as many men out as he could, however the men had weapons where as he was unarmed. He was also trying to protect his wife. One man grabbed Khushi from his arm and slapped her across her face, drawing blood from her mouth, while two of the other men held Rohan.

“You could have saved her life, by giving her up but since you didn’t, you can watch her die!” said one of the men. The man plunged a knife through her ribs, while Rohan screamed her name. He tried to shake the men off and kicked them hard while punching them in the stomach. He attacked the man who hurt his Khushi. He saw Khushi fall onto the ground with the knife still in her.

One of the men attacked Rohan from behind. An Iron rod smashed his skull while a dagger was plunged into his chest. His screams echoed the empty roads. A bullet though his skull. He was dead.

The 6 men grinned triumphantly. They called up their boss. “The work is done Sir! He is dead, he won’t trouble you now! The girl is heavily injured. We will leave her to die! On this street, no-one will come to save her, even if she screams her lungs out!” said the man, smirking.  They took of the woman’s jewellery and took all their belongings. The goons soon left with their bikes.

Khushi was soon brought back from the past as she felt someone nudge her. She opened her eyes, seeing a man in his late 20’s look up at her. He was trying to say something, but she couldn’t make sense of it. Eventually he stopped nudging her. She saw him on the phone, talking in a panicked voice. She couldn’t make out what he was saying but she could tell from his expressions that he was really worried.

She closed her eyes once again, letting the darkness over-take her yet again. She could hear the foot-steps and the cooing of the birds, the whoosh of the air and someone’s heart-beats. At one point, she felt like she was floating, in limbo. 

Nothing mattered anymore.

If in the morning she was a rose, well now she was a wilted rose.

The love of her life was dead. She wanted her story to be a happy-ending but it looked like God preferred tragedies like Romeo & Juliet in real life.

It had been 24 hours since that incident but the doctors still didn’t say anything. Her condition was critical. It was like she didn’t want to love anymore. She had given up on her life. He could still remember how he found her.

He was driving to his office at late night due to an important conference meeting. He was driving when he saw something red; he suddenly braked heavily to get the car to a stand-still. He stepped out, ready to curse the person, when he found two bodies on the main road while their car was abandoned on the side of the road. He could see the couple were newly married as they had their attire on. The girl was dresses in a heavy joda with the sindoor in her maang. However he couldn’t find the mangalsutra or any jewellery on her.  The guy was wearing a sherwani covered in blood with no wallet or watch on, meaning that it had probably been stolen.

He immediately checked the pulse of the guy. He was dead, and then he moved to the girl. Her heart was still beating which meant that she was still alive. If had not stopped the car, he would have driven over them.

At that precise moment, he didn't know what to do. He could call the ambulance but it might be too late. He would have to inform the police because it wasn't a straight forward case. However, he would have to save the girl. He walked towards her, he tried to nudge her, and she opened her eye – only to look dazed up at him.  He picked her up and drove her to the nearest hospital. He must have broken all the speed limits at that time.