"Her name is Mahika Singhania and Stay the fuck away from MY WIFE!!!"
" You know that's a shame. Such a beautiful name ruined with something as disgusting as that surname. "
He said extending his hands to caress her face.
"Touch her and you will see hell. "
I gritted.
He stared at me right in the eye with a mirthless chuckle.
"You know Dhruv I always admired your capability to move on to a different girl ones the current one ends. But I thought you and Avantika were exclusive. And look at you now enjoying yourself with a fine piece like her. "
"Shut the fuck up. You don't even deserve to say her name. "
"Whose? Avantika's? She sure was a ."
"Stop. "
"Ooh. You are not over her. God this is interesting. " He said enthusiastically.
"Dude why are you gatekeeping all the best ones. Leave something for us too. You know if she stayed with me that night she might have not died. "
Dhruv fisted his fingers. He so wanted to punch that bastard.
"This is a respectable function. And that is the only reason you are still alive. I'm warning you. Get our of my sight before I think twice about my decision. "
He turned towards Mahika.
"Ms Mahika just remember one thing. You will always be the second choice."
Mahi visibly flinched at the comment.
"By the way it's Abhinav. Abhinav Shekar. "
I grabbed Mahika's hands and stormed out of there.
" Dhruv you are hurting my hand. " She muttered squirming in my grip.
I left her hand suddenly as if they burned him.
" Get inside the car. "
" No. "
" I said get inside the car damnit. "
He yelled.
Mahika flinched. Surprise and terror written over her face. She got in the car nonetheless.
"Dhruv who was he. What did he have to do with Avantika?"
His grip around the steering wheel hardened at her question.
"I have told you once. I'll say it again. This whole marriage is a sham. So don't try to act like my wife. "
She gave him a painful smile.
"You know whenever I feel like there is a chance for me, a chance for us , you break that hope like shards.
I'm so done Dhruv. I don't know if I'll be able to suffer any more. "
The rest of the ride was silent.
Once they reached home, Mahi went straight to the room whereas he went towards the kitchen and drank some water.
He shouldn't have said that to her.
But his Sunshine's name from his mouth, flipped something in his mind.
Whatever it was , he did have a part on her death.
He went to the room to see it empty. There were two beds one for her and one for him. Even the whole room was divided into two.
Dhruv found her standing on the balcony looking at the sky.
" Mahi I'm sorry. " He whispered.
"No don't. Don't justify what you did there. "
" You may be my husband. You maybe be the love of my life but as you said this whole marriage is a sham. So who cares.
I don't care what this is but I know that it doesn't give you a right to manhandle me. "
"I am sorry. I couldn't think straight with the rage. "
"Then. Talk. It. Out. "
"You know I can't. "
"Thats where you are wrong. I don't. You never let me Dhruv. I want to be there to comfort you but you never let me inside that fortress. "
"It's better off without you in it. Because if you knew then you wouldn't look at me the same. "
"True. I would look at you with clarity. I love you Dhruv. I always have. Why can't you understand that. "
" You don't know me Mahika. I don't deserve to be loved. Everyone who I loved is now no more. You won't understand the desperations of a person like that. " He replied helplessness lacing his voice.
I went out of the room towards the gim. He didn't bother to put on the gloves before boxing. His knuckles were bleeding after a point. But he needed that pain. Today had reminded him some memories he didn't want to recall.
- third person pov -
Two souls who were supposed to be one as they promised by the holy fire were broken apart. Both drifting away.
A room was filled with the sound of vigorous hindustani music and payal. A broken soul trying to lose herself in the music.
Does the earth crave to be with the sun, who she revolves around ?
Was love supposed to hurt this much?
In another room , a man was punching without any constraints. A shattered soul wanting to feel pain to numb his inner suffering.
Can a Potter mend his broken pot even if it used to be his favourite?
Can a broken soul ever heal?
As the flight was taking off , Rehan noticed that Arya's face was contorted in fear.
He gently kept his huge soft hands over her calloused one and went back to reading the travel brochure.
He didn't say anything. Didn't even acknowledge it. He himself was confused by his behaviour.
This Arya Singhania was messing with his mind.
*
" Good morning and welcome to Paris."
"I am Jacob and I'll be your tour guide."
The said guy was handsome and his voice was a bit high pitched with a heavy french accent.
"Bonjour. Ravi de vous rencontrer "
(Good morning. Nice to meet you. )
Jacob looked at me impressed.
" magnifique. vous allez profiter de ce voyage. Je suis sûr que nous allons très bien nous entendre. "
(wonderful. you are going to enjoy this trip. I am sure we are going to get along just fine. )
"Oui "
I turned to see Arya looking at me with a mix of awe and wonder.
I winked at her and said.
" Close your mouth. Otherwise some fly will get in. "
Arya glared at him closing her mouth. He chuckled and followed Jacob to the car.
They were lead into a luxurious honeymoon suite with the perfect view of the Eiffel tower.
A Chauffeur placed their luggage on the room and left.
He looked out of the huge glass window at the buzzing city of love.
It was beautiful.
But there was something even more beautiful. The happiness in Arya's eyes.
"You can change into something more comfortable. We will go out only at night. "
Arya nodded her head and started unpacking.
He turned towards her at the yell Aarohi. .
" What happened? " He enquired.
' See for yourself. " Arya replied pointing towards a bag.
He moved more towards the bag in her hands to see skimpy night dresses and what not with a hand written note
' Make us aunts '
" They switched every one of my night clothes with these. " Arya said with disgust and betrayal.
He laughed heartily.
" They sure have good taste though. "
"Go change wifey. Afterall your sisters packed this with so much love."
'I won't be caught dead in these. "
Saying that she started opening his suitcase.
"What are you doing? "
She took out one of his shirts with a triumphant smile.
"Eyy don't touch my stuff. "
"Why hubby ? I thought everything yours were everything mine. "
Arya winked at me and went to the washroom to change.
And that was the first time Rehan felt a swarm of butterflies in his stomach.
She came back wearing my shirt and a small shorts and God she looked gorgeous.
He had a sudden temptation to pull her towards him and kiss her senseless.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Arya asked self consciously.
"Like what ? "
She seated herself on the bed legs crossed. His eyes lingered on her sleek legs for a bit too long.
" Like I'm a feast and you have been hungry your whole life. "
She was saying that innocently but he could see the taunt she was giving him.
He quickly changed the subject.
"It's beautiful isn't it. The city of love."
" Do you know Paris is also called the city of lights? "
Arya asked him with a light in her eyes.
He shook his head in a no.
Of course he knew. He was obsessed with France.
"Two reasons. First, it was among the first European cities to use gas street lamps back in the 1860s, making it literally a City of Light.
But also because earlier, in the 18th century, Paris was a essentially a hub during the Age of Enlightenment. So literally light, with enlightened minds."
She finished feeling proud of herself.
"Woah. It seems like you know a lot about Paris. "
"Actually I love travelling. But I never really did any travels. " She responded sadly.
" You know what , we have to tolerate each others existence for the rest of our lives. What if we went for a small trip every year? As an apology to each other. "
" Sounds good." She replied with a smile.
"Papa can I come in your car to the office? "
Veer was lost.
Completely and utterly.
Till now everything was just like a bad dream but now it felt like that nightmare was becoming real.
Veer never realised how dependent on Dhwani he was. It was not that he couldn't do anything by himself.
There was a time before Dhwani entered his life.
A time where Veer Singhania was more ruthless and heartless than any other business man in India.
A time when he didn't care about anything else than family, success and money.
A time when his drawings were just mere black charcoal lines on a white paper.
But Dhwani was the rhythm he lost somewhere along the way.
A rhythm which reminded him to be compassionate and kind. Which reminded him of the goodness inside him.
A rhythm which made him look beyond his narrow world of family and business.
A rhythm which became the colour of his black and white paintings.
One thing was sure. His day and Life was ruined.
Reason?
The great Veer Singhania himself.
His father called him to his cabin during the afternoon.
"What happened dad? "
"That's the exact question I want to ask you Veer? What happened? "
"I don't understand. "
"Dhwani told me about your divorce."
"Ohh. "
"I'm sorry dad. I messed up. "
"It isn't me who you should apologise. It should be your wife. "
"I did. I tried so hard. Still. "
"Then you must have done something too big for forgiveness Veer. I'm not going to ask you what happened or why you reached this solution.
All I have to tell you is "
"I want my daughter back. On the day of your marriage I didn't ask her to care for you. I already knew she'd do that. I asked you to never hurt her. Because she is my daughter from the day she called me papa and I'm not planning to lose her. "
" It's too late for that dad. "
"We are Singhanias Veer. We never give up. Especially on the people we love. "
*
Both of them didn't say anything in the drive back home from the airport.
He was embraced by a girl with a high pitched scream the moment he entered the house.
"Look whose back " Kiya Ahluwalia said in a sing song voice.
He just gave her an awkward smile.
Dhwani ignored both of them and marched towards the room.
Just great. Veer mentally cursed his fate.
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Voila!!
Look whose back.
Don't kill me but your author got a bit lazy.
So how's the chapter?
I was laughing so hard seeing your comments on the last chapter. So I have to clear one thing.
Dhruv won't go into a murderous rage just because someone flirted with Mahi (not yet anyway)
And what do you think about our Rehya?
Things are getting pretty intense between Dheer don't you think?
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Aswa_maya
"Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together."