Shattered to Be His

37| Sadist.

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Because it's not a love story, it's a tragedy

"A Dark Twisted Tragedy"

As Tara witnesses Aayansh like that, she gulps down her saliva and starts taking step backwards as she knows he is furious when he opens his eyes and growls "Stop there."

Her steps freezes at their place while her eyes are still glued to him whose unreadable eyes are just shifted from behind her to Tara's face.

She realises something and turns her head slightly only to find a rubber pad lying just behind her, she could have fallen because of that but Aayansh stopped her.

She eyes him as he sits on the couch and tilting his head slightly, he asks in a calm but dangerous tone "What did you say, if I won't let you go, then?"

"I will," she pauses, gathering the courage to speak as she completes "I will run away."

A slight mocking grin curls Aayansh's lips as he leans casually and says "Not bad, My little wife has gathered a lot of courage" His voice turns serious as he continues "Take a step out from this room, I dare you."

Confusion hovers her face as she endeavours to sense what he is trying to do, but then she takes a step out of the room when Aayansh halts her saying "Keep one thing in mind Amour, wherever you go, you will always find me in front of you."

She turns towards him, her eyes now pinning to his face as she knows he always keeps his words, and this has happened many times so her attempt would be worthless. Tara sighs looking at him, but she is clearly not in the mood to back off as she keeps standing as it is.

Reading her mind, his face remains unyielding and blithe as he orders calmly "Now come to me like a good girl."

Taking a minute gap, she slowly walks towards him and he pulls her on his lap, her hands resting on his chest as slowly she shrugs "D-dar lagta hai mujhe tumse."

Maintaining eye contact, his voice is an intense whisper as he moves his finger over her face slowly and says "Aayansh Oberoi ki mohabbat aag hai, aur aag se Dar ke rehna utna hi zaroori hota hai jitna uske paas Jana aasaan."

She doesn't say anything, completely bewildered by his words.

"Will you ever say that again?" He asks with the same tone and she looks into his eyes for a moment, then shakes her head slightly and he asserts "Yes or No?"

"No, but Ayan" She murmurs, "oh sorry, you are not my ayan, you are 'The Aayansh Oberoi', A cold hearted bastard. My ayan cares for me, he loves me but this psycho oberoi doesn't love anyone but his ego, his pride." She completes all this in a single breath.

"But right now you are sitting on Aayansh Oberoi's lap only." He draws her close and tugs a strand of hair behind her ear and realising it quickly, she tries to stand up "yeah right, hato tum."

After a few minutes of struggling to get up from his lap, she sighs and gives up as he exclaims "You are forgetting one thing," He leans closer to her face "Aayansh Oberoi fell for you then only you made him your Ayan."

"I know" she breathes "But you can't control my life like this, I love my family and I know you too love your family, maybe you don't like to show that love, you don't even stay with them, why?"

Some memories roll up in Aayansh's mind after hearing her question.

Wearing a white kurta pajama, little aayansh is sitting in his room quietly. It's been a few hours since aaina's death and the preparation of her last rites is going on. Aayansh's face is reflecting nothing, no emotion, not a single tear in his eyes as he is in some deep thinking.

Since oberoi's aren't the normal people, the news of aaina's death has spread like wild fire throughout the country.

The door of his room gets a knock with Anika's heavy voice saying "Ansh come out, you have to perform the last rites of aaina di."

"I'm not your ansh," He yells furiously, "And I won't attend anything."

"Please beta, she was your mom, please at least see her for the last time, you won't be able to see her after this." She convinces, trying to hold her sobs.

Aayansh doesn't react a bit and after a lot of attempts, she finally leaves from there with a heavy heart.

It's not even a week since reyansh's unexpected death, and now Aaina.

Here Aayansh opens his clenched fist and sees the ring aaina gave to him on his last birthday, all of sudden, he stands up and rushes out of the palace.

His gaze freezes at aaina's burning bier, everyone is present near it but Aayansh is standing a distance away, just staring at his mom's funeral quietly.

Every moment with her starts roaming in his mind within those few minutes. Her smiling face in that red saree, the promise she made to him a few hours ago, that she will make his birthday the most memorable which she actually did.

His face is calm but only he knows what's going on inside his mind.

Soon his mom burns down into ashes in front of his slight red eyes but before anyone can see him there, he goes back straight into reyansh's study room.

Reaching there, Aayansh opens the drawer of his study desk and takes out the gun.

He saw reyansh using it many times so he has an idea, though it's too heavy for his little palms to carry but his hands aren't even shaking a bit as he removes the safety lock and makes his way to the living room where everyone is present now.

As Aayansh reaches there, seeing the gun in his hands, their eyes widens with shock fear, and even further when he points it on Aaryan's head asking "Where is aashi?"

"Aayansh beta, what are you doing? put the gun down." Rithvik panics followed by Meera, his wife but Aayansh ignores them completely as he starts applying pressure on the trigger, making Aaryan's breath stick in his throat.

"Aayansh, stop it son!" Aaryan gulps, shivering at his place and eyeing into his son's furious eyes.

"Last chance" Aayansh warns, "Where is aashi?"

"Beta keep the gun down, you will hurt yourself" Aaryan asserts, taking slow steps towards him, just then a gunshot echoes within the hall and the gun slips away from Aayansh's hand.

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It's night already and the whole oberoi family is in the hospital when Rithvik's phone rings, as he picks the call instantly, Aayansh's firm voice crackles from the other side saying "I don't want to stay here."

"I'll talk to you once we get home Aayansh, for now have dinner and sleep like a good boy." He answers gently, trying to convince him.

"I'm not asking chachu, I'm telling you, And I will only come back whenever I feel like." Saying this, he hangs up the call and Rithvik lets out a sigh as he himself is broken.

"Because sometimes distance is necessary to keep relationships alive," Aayansh says, his face remains emotionless.

Tara rests her head on his chest as she cuddles him and mutters "But distance is not the solution in every case Ayan, I have to meet them before it gets too late, warna sab barbaad ho jayega."

"Sabki barbaadi mein hamari aabaadi hai, to sabko barbaad hone padega" He exclaims while caressing her neck, his voice carrying something mysterious.

She instantly looks at him with narrow eyes and croaks her brows "What did you say?"

"Nothing" He states and she continues with her efforts to convince him, making puppy eyes at him "So you won't let me go?"

"I didn't say anything like this, did I?" A bright smile makes its way on Tara's face. She looks at him as rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb, Aayansh husks "But not now, your delicate body needs rest after enduring my Passion last night."

Tara blushes as she realises that she literally needs rest because her legs are not so in good condition.

Slowly she murmurs, "I want a happy environment for our baby... I know my father and bro will accept us if I convince them."

Aayansh's face turns hard as he objects "I don't need anyone's acceptance, you are going just to meet them and only for an hour."

"But-" He cuts her off, cupping her cheek in his right hand "No more words, you want to go right?"

She nods, accepting what he said and stands up to change her wet clothes.

As she leaves from there, Aayansh's expressions change in an instant.

He rests his head on the crown and closes his eyes for a moment as he hums dangerously "Dil keh raha hai gunehgaar ban Jaa" He opens his eyes and looks at the ceiling "Bada chain hai inn gunaahon ke aage. "

With this, an evil grin curls his lips.

Midnight

In the largest sea port of New York, which stays usually devoid of any public presence at this time; six vast ships are standing ready to depart and people for human trafficking have been transported to Dubai and other countries.

A man in his forties stands near them, He is Zayn Russo who is leading these illegal smugglings with him tarun jindal is standing who is his partner in this.

"This deal is very important for me Russo, I don't want any irresponsibility" tarun says, dragging a puff of his cigarette and looking at the ships.

"Relax Hades, this deal is equally important for me too, but I don't understand one thing.. why have you involved in AJ here?" Zayn frowns, his voice severe with anticipation.

"That's not your concern" tarun answers straightly, "It's my personal matter."

Here in one of those ships, a man is tied up on the chair and he is slightly bruised with a few blood drops gleaming at the corner of his lips in this dark. But his face is unyielding and firm and he is 'Arsh' only who has been trapped here for the whole night.

Some Red dim lights are casting a deadly glow all around few other men are also standing near him with guns in their hands. But arsh's eyes are fixed at one side where people have been caged to sell when tarun enters there with a malevolent smile tugging on his lips.

"You still have an option arsh, either accept my offer or you will be the reason for the destruction of all these innocent people." Tarun says wickedly, stopping in front of him.

"How stupid you are Mr. Jindal, when you know I won't do anything you want, still begging in front of me again again." Arsh says, eyeing him without any fear with his voice firm.

Fury surges in tarun, but he doesn't react and indicates something to one his man.

His actual plan is to sell all these thousands of innocent people in Dubai and other large countries and this crime would take place in Arsh Jindal's name.

They're at the main ship which will be ahead of the others, everything is set and ready to depart when a man dressed in all black, black long over coat with pants, a black mask covering half of his face enters there, his dark blue orbs roving throughout.

This man is Aayansh only.

His aura enticing yet dark as he heads forward just then someone keeps a hand on his shoulder asking "You work here, don't you?"

Aayansh closes his eyes and cracks his neck dangerously as he mutters in a menacing voice "I hate when someone touches me without my permission,"

And next moment, he grabs that man's neck and smashes his face on the side wall whispering darkly "I-just-hate-it"

The man dies on the spot because of the force and some of his blood drops get on aayansh's face, ignoring him, aayansh makes his way ahead with composed yet sharp steps.

Here Tarun is talking on call about this deal only when a gunshot echoes there and men present here get alert instantly, while tarun turns and sees aayansh who is already looking at him as he removes his mask, a dark smirk working on his lips.

"What happened real father-in-law? You didn't like the surprise?" He questions, his voice severe yet mocking while in between all this... Arsh frees himself mindfully while Aayansh gives a slight glance to him from the glass wall in front.

"Don't hinder my way king, you-" Tarun warns but aayansh cuts him off coldly "Faaltu Bakwaas pasand nahi hai mujhe, so let's get on the point, this deal won't happen."

"You can't do this" Tarun grunts, slipping his hand down to take his gun out.

"Too bad, I already did everything" Aayansh sneers, noticing both his actions and changing demeanor.

Meanwhile avoiding their sights, arsh goes straight to where the people have been caged to transport so that he can get them free before facing tarun. Fortunately, no manual security is departed here and he opens the exit, quietly indicating the people to slowly walk out one by one.

But before those people can head out or anyone could do anything, deadly gun firing fills in the silence.. initiated by tarun and Zayn's men.

Arsh doesn't have any gun, neither does he need one as crouching under the metal boxes kept there, arsh moves ahead to save these innocent people's life who are screaming and begging with terror.

He succeeds in safely getting a few people out from here just when a bullet passes hitting his shoulder slightly but he ignores it.

A young injured girl of around seventeen years is lying on the ground, her feet have been hit by a bullet and she's crying there for help as people are rushing here there-- either to kill or save their own lives.

Seeing her, out of the context Inayat's face draws in arsh's mind as he rushes towards her to save her life and somehow, he manages to get her out safely.

Here Aayansh who has already killed more than half of people at this ship, without caring if they were innocent or not as his prior motive was to destroy this deal which he already did.

Helping the people out there, arsh enters inside again only to find Aayansh sitting in front of him like a king. But before he can react or move from his place, someone points the gun at his head from behind, mocking "So desperate to embrace your death, huh?"

"Such an asshole you are Brother-in-law, itni aasaani se bachhe kidnap nahi hote jitni aasaani se tum ho gaye" aayansh sneers care lessly, hitting on his cigar like if he's enjoying all this as he shifts his eyes from arsh to Zayn behind him who is pointing his gun at arsh.

"Shut the fuck up, you are also an kidnapper like them." Arsh rages out, eyeing him as Aayansh stands up and walks to him.

"Correction" He grunts with severity this time, "They kidnapped you by backstabbing while I took my girl from between her stupid family.

"My sister is not your girl" arsh growls.

Instantaneously, arsh hits on Zayn's stomach with his elbow forcefully and the gun slips away from his hand as he was not at all ready for this, arsh kicks him down to the ground.. the glass pole pierces zayn's stomach accidentally and he dies on the spot.

"Yeah, right" all of a sudden, Aayansh shoots towards arsh and he crouches down instantly while a scream Echoes there. Arsh looks behind him only to find tarun lying on ground as Aayansh shot on one of his legs when he was trying to run away.

"She's my child's mother too." Aayansh completes.

Arsh heads to tarun with concern afterall whatsoever he is, arsh has a blood relation with him and most importantly, he is Tara's father. Arsh helps him in getting up while tarun grunts "You wi-will have to..to pay for this."

At the end, the most important deal of his got destroyed because of both arsh and Aayansh.

"You both can continue with your drama now" Aayansh mutters with boredom and keeps his gun back in the waist band as he makes his way out.

This early morning, I'm sitting near the balcony and performing the deed he has forced me to- Meditation.

For a person like me who has a habit of sleeping till late, it's a literal torture but I'm left with no other option. Soft sun rays hitting my face gently, giving a luminous glow and the warmth providing a soothing peace throughout my body and mind, still I hate this.

From the last 23 minutes, I'm counting each minute even seconds to assess when the hour will get over with this torture.

Just when I open my eyes slightly, I feel the heat of his gaze on me and shut my eyes instantly as he is standing leaning against the balcony door, eyeing me thoroughly.

What the actual hell? I guess he understood that my focus is not on meditation, but on counting the minutes.

After a minute, I feel him sitting on his tiptoes right in front of me but I don't move as I continue my acting, pretending to be fully focused until his finger comes in contact with my face and I grimace in the same position "Aayansh, let me focus."

"And how exactly are you focusing? by counting the minutes?" He grunts and I immediately open my eyes, only to see him in a trouser. He himself does every interesting thing in the gym and makes me do this shit every morning.

"I'm not doing this from today!" I declare, my voice tinged with irritation and boredom as I move to stand up when he holds my hand saying "You think you have an option? This is important so you have to do this every morning."

I stare at him with narrow eyes for a moment, and next moment I push aayansh on the floor and make him lay down on his back as I sit up on him with my legs on both sides of his torso and hands resting on his toned chest.

Here I am frustrated and he is smirking out of the context, I know he laid down intentionally with my single push.

"Now you will also do meditation with me." I command, eyeing him who is already looking at me with a mischievous demeanor as he keeps his hand on both sides of my waist.

"We can do other things too like this, you know I love this position," He smirks evilly and I pass him a confused look, but then I realise the position in which I'm sitting on him and my eyes flick wide. My lower body is in direct contact with his bare chest and he's enjoying it.

Sudden embarrassment hits me and I right away sit beside him, muttering under my breath "pervert."

He gets up and pulls me close to him, my hands direct to his broad shoulders as he husks in my ear "well that was a real heaven, wife."

He bites my earlobe and my cheeks heats up, I avoid eye contact when he pulls away and glares at me devilishly as I murmur "I should get ready to reach the studio on time."

His gaze turns serious as he told me to rest but I cover it up the next moment "Ab mana mat karna, I have to change the interior for a coming music event, my presence is very crucial there. Please, please Ayan."

I make puppy eyes at him observing my desperation, he says "Fine, get ready I'll drop you on the way to the office."

I smile, pecking his lips as I stand up and make my way inside the room to get ready before his mood changes.

It took me almost an hour to get ready, wearing a bottle of green turtle neck sweater with a blazer and pants, I'm still roaming in the room as this nausea morning sickness is not in the mood to let me go.

This unexpected pregnancy is just killing me, I should have been more careful. But Aayansh came inside me only two times, first time I took the pills twice as I wasn't experienced and second time on his birthday, when we actually made love.

I took the pills then too, are his sperms so strong that the pills didn't work?

But that was truly the most beautiful night of my life.

Shut the fuck up you bitch, the hell you are thinking? I shake my head to get all my intrusive thoughts out of my mind. Picking up my back, I wear my stilleto heels and rush towards the lift as I'm already late.

Ayan and I had breakfast in the room only as I didn't feel like getting downstairs because of the uneasiness, but now he must be waiting for me.

I reach the living area with quick steps, I walk towards out of the penthouse just when my feet get a twist and I stumble. My eyes shut close with the sudden fear of falling and I grab the fabric that comes into contact with my hands at the same moment.

I didn't fall, he held me... Like always.

I open my eyes slowly only to find myself in his arms and let out a sigh of relief while he's staring at me coldly as he makes me stand and questions "Why are you wearing these heels?"

"Because I wanted to" I smile casually and he retorts "Wanted to fall and cause injury deliberately?"

"It's okay, Tumne samhaal liya na" I say hurriedly, keeping my voice soft and convincing while he asserts authoritatively "Samhaalne ke liye mai hamesha hun, but it's risky in this condition, Take them off right now otherwise you are not going anywhere."

"Aayansh-" I protest but he cuts me off with a cold look "Wife... Go!"

I grimace at him, what does he think of himself as? Why do he want to control me every time? I know where I have to be careful where not.

But it's not the time to argue, I'm getting late. I get back to our floor.. with slow steps this time as he has warned me. Staring at my footwear collection for a few minutes, I finally pick mid length heels this time, on purpose.

He can't just win against me every time, I won't let him.

Wearing these heels, I take a deep breath to keep calm as I know it's a bit risky.. but mom baby are already best friends, we know how to take care of each other.

I place my hands on my stomach and mutter under my breath "Sorry baby, but your psycho dad needs to understand that he can't control me every time.. Don't worry, I'll be careful this time."

I head downstairs again, displaying myself as unbothered by his command. As I reach out and see Aayansh who is talking to Asher with a severe yet composed demeanor, standing near his car and hitting slow puffs of his cigar.. sometimes I just hate his cigar for no reason.

I walk towards him and asher leaves from there right away while as Aayansh's eyes fall on me, I gulp because of nervousness. From my face, his eyes directly drop down to my footwear but his face remains unreadable which is the most weird thing.

Okay I know this might infuriate him, but who really cares.

I can bet, only he knows what cooks in the back of his mind every often.

"Chalen?" I press, staring at him but he indicates something to two servants standing a distance away with their heads bow.

They leave while I pass him a confused look, just when the same servants bring my whole heels collection rack there and my eyes go wide, seeing at it as they pour some transparent liquid on it.

I shift my gaze to Aayansh as he makes me sit on the car's bonnet. I hold his shoulders for support as he removes the heels I'm wearing, aayansh throws them with the collection rack and...

And then the worst thing which I haven't even dreamt of, in front of my eyes.. He takes out the burning cigar from between his lips and throws it on my heels collection, making my mouth fall open.

Fucking hell.

My wide eyes don't even blink as I gawk at all those expensive heels burning down into ashes right in front of me, while his eyes are glued to me as he studies my bewildered expressions.

As soon as those heels get destroyed completely, when I'm still processing what just happened.. aayansh holds my hand and gets me down off the bonnet as he questions "Anything else, baby?"

I look at him with a mix of fury, shock and disbelief but don't know what to say. Sighing, I shake my head unwillingly and he pecks my lips whispering "Good girl."

Those heels were precious, not because of the cost but because many memories I preserved were associated with them and he not only burnt them, but my ego too. How badly I want to punch on his face for doing this, but I can't.

This man is impossible, unpredictable just like my mood nowadays.

He makes me wear simple flats I quietly sit inside the car while he sits beside me and the driver starts the car.

Many times some of your stupid decisions or deeds make you regret your whole life, the heaviness of some circumstances consume your ability to think, react or analyse the effect you'd bring to others life by a single wrong decision of yours, just because their lives are connected to you in some way or the other.

And the worst part is when you realise it's too late, when the things are just slipping away from your hands or complicated much to simplify.

My case is way worse, sometimes a distinct part of me wishes that I would have met aayansh normally, Instead of in that hotel.

That's true I wouldn't have loved him because of how he is in that case, but things would have been quite simple in our lives.

It's not what I want actually, he's an important part of my existence my being now.

But regrets every time doesn't help, you have to yourself initiate in clearing the mess you have created. Which I'm going to do, finally I'll see my father after three months.

I used to watch dad's interviews or magazine prints regularly whenever I missed him between these months... but this is gonna end tomorrow.

I know they're aware about my pregnancy now, aayansh has told them only to complicate the things further, but in a way he made it easy for me because maybe I wouldn't be able to tell by myself- I don't know.

I take a deep breath and look at the vintage clock, it's 11.32 P.M and Aayansh hasn't returned till now. He always gives me the time I need, cares for me but nothing justifies what he did in the Morning.

As I stand from bed, I hear a sound from the entrance and turn my head to see where he has just entered. I keep my face straight and pausing for a while, while he takes off his blazer and throws it on the couch, I croak "Say sorry for what you did in the morning."

He doesn't turn to me, answering casually "I don't say sorry, especially when I did such a great job."

My irritation fuels up and I shoot back again "Aayansh say sorry right now, otherwise.." I keep my words hanging to let him please his imagination.

This time, He looks at me and questions "Otherwise?"

"Otherwise.. otherwise" I mutter under my breath while looking at him, masking my nervousness as I don't even have any warning to give him.

"Yes wife, I'm listening.. otherwise-what?" He steps to me sharply and slowly, folding his shirt's sleeves up to elbows and I gulp when he reaches me.

"Otherwise you are not allowed to come close to me for a week" I say and he smirks obliquely like I cracked some joke.

Aayansh grabs my wrist, turning me as he makes my back press against his chest with his lips on my neck as he husks darkly "I never asked for your permission before coming close to you, did I?"

Fuck this man, he has an answer for everything he kills my ego again and again with that.

The Fun fact is, I am blushing at this.

"Something is there for you in the closet, wear it and come downstairs" He says, kissing my cheek as he pulls away to make his way to Freshen up, without answering my desperation.

I stare at him as he steps inside the bathroom, sometimes he's just so romantic, sometimes so scary but I love this side of him more. Shaking my head slightly, I quickly head inside the closet to see what's there.

I stand in front of the mirror, wearing the dress he got me which is a short white colour sheeth dress with curvy designed shoulders and fine yet elegant work throughout. The fabric is just covering my inner thighs I had a light touch up on my face with hair falling free on my left shoulder.

Giving a final look to myself, as I arrive downstairs and see the sight in front of me; my heartbeats quickens and eyes freeze. All of a sudden, the air around is feeling so magical, so dreamy and different.

Aayansh is wearing a white tuxedo, I can't believe in my eyes that I'm seeing him in another colour instead of black except when he wore golden sherwani in our wedding.

He looks so fine like this, just a perfect man, my man and I can stare at him like this forever.

"You know exactly what you are doing, right wife?" He grunts and I regain my senses by deep voice, while he walks to me.

"So what, I'm just staring at my husband" I answer and he holds my saying "Of course you can stare at your husband, but I will not be responsible for what happens next."

Obviously, you will lose your control.

I don't say anything, inhaling his scent as he makes me sit on the passenger seat and fastening my seatbelt carefully, aayansh himself sits on the driving seat while I put on my headphones so as not to get bored through the way.

I'm sitting in a weird dark place for the past ten minutes and aayansh is not here, he left me here saying "This night will be the most memorable night of my life."

This curiosity and anticipation is not even letting me breath, why is he so fond of giving surprises.. that too not the normal ones.

I glance around myself, it's so calm, so scary.

When my patience gives in and I stand, the exact moment an addicting soft glow fills up this darkness and my eyes roves throughout. It's like a transparent glass cube and snowfall is happening outside. I so wanted to enjoy snowfall but couldn't and he made it happen like this.

It's exactly looking like snow is falling inside and I'm under it... Strange and fascinating at the same time.

There's no decoration around, but the elegance of this place is addicting as I'm seeing something like this for the first time in my life. I feel him stepping towards me from behind and I turn instantly to look at him.

The music is so soothing, with his presence and touch magical as he forwards his hand towards me but I take a step back and grunt teasingly "Ask like a gentleman first,"

Aayansh smirks and at the same moment, he grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him with my bare back pressing against his chest and his hand on my stomach. My eyes flick wide as he whispers in my ear "I am not a gentleman, especially in your case."

Bheegi bheegi sadkon pe main

Tera intezaar karun

Dheere dheere dil ki zameen ko

Tere hi naam karun

He kisses my earlobe, carving the skin of my neck and back with his lips slowly sensually and my eyes shuts close with the warmth of his lips on my skin. My breath is shaky as his hands move down and he detaches from me.

Staring at me the same way, aayansh spins me around him slowly and I can't help but smile.

As I see the snowfall outside, an excitement rushes inside me as it feels like a fairytale with perfection, something which I used to dream of and crave to be with my man.

He pulls me back to him with his one hand over my waist and the other cupping my cheek as he inhales my fragrance, his breath is warm against my skin and I clutch his blazer in my hands.

Aayansh lifts me as he continues with the steps, making sure not to cause any discomfort to me.

Sanam Re Sanam Re

Tu mera Sanam hua Re × 2

Karam re Karam Re

Tera mujhpe Karam hua Re

"Ayan?" I kiss his cheek and then I bite his earlobe knowingly and he suddenly stops, asking "Are you teasing me, wife?"

"Um.. maybe" I grin and he says "Then let's move ahead with what you started." He smirks and carries me towards the room here and I immediately interrupt "I was just kidding,"

Baadalon ki tarah hi to

Tune mujhpe saya kiya hai

Baarishon ki tarah hi to tune

Khushiyon se bhigaya hai

Suddenly as I feel uneasiness in my chest, I tap on his chest in urgency and say "I- I want to vomit."

"Relax" He carries me towards the outrage and after freshening up, aayansh takes me back and I murmur with embarrassment "Sorry, I ruined the moment."

Aayansh pulls out the chair with his feet and makes me sit on it as he fills in "You are the only perfection of this and every moment of my life."

He pecks my lips and sits on his chair while I smile, sometimes he just makes me so special. I shift my eyes from him to dinner and my eyes lighten up, Everything is present exactly as I was craving for- ravioli, red sauce pasta, chilly nuggets and choco lava cake.

Without asking him, I take the food on my plate and start eating but then I look at him staring at me and ask "You won't eat?"

"Tum hi khilaa do" He says and pausing a second, I forward a bite towards him and he eats it with my hand, We both feed off each other the same way.

My focus is now on enjoying the delicacy of my choco lava cake, seeing the snowfall outside and soothing music playing in the background. While Aayansh leans on his chair and keeps staring at me like I'm the most beautiful view he has ever seen.

"By the way aayansh, what is your favourite dish?" I ask casually, recollecting that I never noticed his food habits.

"Open your legs and see yourself, love" He smirks darkly and I almost choke on my cake.

The cake falls on my dress with the suddenness and I lift my eyes up to him irritatedly, unwillingly tears fills up in my eyes as I shift my gaze to my dress and ruined cake again and complain "See what you did."

I wipe my tears and grimace at him, but this time my eyes freezes at the slight smile tugging on his lips, not any smirk.. nothing else, but a genuine charming smile as he shakes his head slightly at my childish behaviour.

I swear he's looking so adorable at the moment, I never saw him like this but I wanted to... my eyes don't even blink as aayansh pulls my chair close to him gently and grabbing a tissue, he starts cleaning the cake from the dress over my belly.

Just for a moment, but at least I saw the precious smile on his face which made this night truly the most memorable and special night of my life, with my lifeline.

Aayansh pulls me to his lap from my chair as it is, his one hand curling around my waist securely and the other holds my neck to keep me close. His lips claim mine desperately as he deepens the kiss and I hold his shoulders tightly, feeling his passion.

This kiss feels so sensual, different.

I suck on his bottom lip slowly while he's marking my mouth hungrily but as I feel unusual cramping in my belly, I tap on his chest and he pulls away asking "what happened?"

"Don't know" I say, feeling uneasy and he cups my cheek saying "You need rest, go to the room there, I'm coming."

I nod as he makes me stand and I go to the restroom here, I sit on the bed and look around. It's so beautiful with a soft contrast of black grey and every comfort facility present ahead, I didn't like dark colours initially but now I do.. everything single thing related to him.

Meanwhile I'm still fascinated in the sight, aayansh walks in and my eyes instantly shift to him. A few slops of snow shedding on his hair which means he was out, he went alone without me.

He walks to me and I stand on my knees as I'm feeling uncomfortable in this dress now, and my only comfort is his clothes. I stretch my arm towards him demanding, "Aayansh your shirt,"

Understanding me instantly, a slight mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he takes off his blazer and then his shirt, while I stare at his shirtless body shamelessly. I take his shirt from his hand and then undo the zip of my dress as I take it off my body, meanwhile his eyes are glued to me.

As I wear his shirt, Aayansh picks me up in his arms and says "You need some heat too."

I narrow my eyes at him but don't retort as he carries me out, I'm truly feeling cold tiredness.

He takes me out of that glass structure and as I see ahead, my face glows up as the bonfire has been set up there.

. not normal, but a dreamy one with soothing peace and mild brightness scattered everywhere.

"How do you know-" He cuts me off "You are mine, so obviously I know every single thing related to you."

I smile as Aayansh sits near the bonfire, sitting me on his lap and as the warmth of fire with his nearness lingers in me, a relaxation settles. He hides his face in my neck from behind as he draws in my scent in his breath while I play with his fingers.

"Ayan?" I whisper slowly and responds "hm?"

"Sab kitna achha hai na, yahan kitni shaanti hai.. I love this" I murmur excitedly as he rests his head on my shoulder and says "Yahan shaanti se zyada shor hai."

"Um.. hawaon ka shor?" I question, wrapping my arms around his over my belly "But still, it's soothing."

"Yahi khaasiyat hoti hai shor ki, ham use nazarandaaz kar sakte hain.. lekin mita nahi sakte." He mutters, his words deep and meaningful.

"Tumhe shor pasand hai kya?" I frown curiously, turning towards him slightly.

"Shor mein rehna meri aadat hai, aur shor create karna mera shauk." His eyes glue to the bonfire which is giving the exact reflection in his ocean blue orbs.

I shake my head, him and his deep talks which no one can understand.

"Tum hamesha aise kyun nahi rehte?" I complain, cuddling him and glaring up at his face as he looks back at me and says "My this side is only for you amour, but this too has its limitations."

"It's okay, I want you the way you are." I smile, pressing a kiss against his cheek as I feel myself drowning in sleep with my eyes feeling heavy.

Aayansh's eyes are fixed at Tara who is sleeping peacefully in his arms, cuddling him, his gaze severe and intense holding something which only he knows.

"You are so innocent, wife" He shrugs, tugging a strand of hair behind her ear as he shifts his eyes from her face to the dark sky up like he's in some deep thinking.

Tara is standing in front of the grand mirror, wearing a navy blue anarkali suit as she's getting ready to visit her father's house. Her hair falling free on her back light touch up is completing her look but the nervousness on her face is clear.

Just then Aayansh enters the room, checking something in his phone and his eyes directly fall on Tara freezes at her only. Leaning against the door, he keeps staring at her until she sees him from the mirror and grunts "Don't stare at me like this,"

"Like what?" He raises his brows slightly.

"Like you want to eat me" She says, fixing her dupatta on the shoulder.

Wrapping her in his embrace the same way, aayansh whispers "Horny only for my tempting wife." He bites on her neck and she sighs.

"Aayansh please don't bite, I've hidden all the hickeys after a lot of struggle" She shoots back while he stays unaffected and biting on her neck again, he whispers "But I like biting wife, and you don't need to hide them from anyone."

Her eyes narrow at his answer as she turns towards taunts back "So you want me to flaunt these marks in front of my family and show them what you did to me?"

His smirk deepens, carrying a tease as he husks against her earlobe "Well that won't be needed, your swollen belly is enough for them to understand how deeply I've made love to my wife."

Her cheeks turn rosy as he kisses her earlobe and pulls away. Hesitating, Tara clears her throat and whimpers "I'm ready"

Aayansh looks at her for a few seconds and corrects "Not yet," saying this he picks a slight vermilion in his pinch and fills her hairline then makes her wear the nuptial chain as he says "Perfect."

She smiles but thinking about something, her smile fades while he asks "Did you take your medicine?"

"Um.. actually, wo-" the realisation hits Tara that she didn't take her medicine and she tries to change the topic but Aayansh cuts her off coldly "Seedhe sawal ka seedha jawab,"

She shakes her head while Aayansh gives her the medicine and after that, she slowly Murmurs "Promise me you'll be respectful towards my father."

"He will certainly get what he deserves," He says and holds her hand, making their way out as he asserts "Let's go."

After around 2.5 hours, aayansh stops the car in front of Jindal mansion and steps out as he takes Tara's hand in his and gets her out of the car. Her face is dripping with nervousness, clearly indicating the bewilderment running inside her.

"Stop stressing yourself," aayansh assures, cupping her face in his hands looking into her eyes "Just keep one thing in mind, I won't tolerate anything against you and my child."

"Hmm" she murmurs slowly as he kisses her hand and says "Go."

He intentionally isn't going with her as he knows she wants to talk to her father in her comfort zone make things clear but with this, one more thing is clear in his mind.

"Aariv Bhai," a smile tugs on her lips as she sees Aariv and luca coming their way and as they get there, Tara hugs Aariv with excitement while Aayansh's jaw pulsates.

Luca also smiles after seeing Tara here but his smile fades and he gulps as soon as he sees aayansh who is standing completely unbothered by their presence.

Tara pulls away while Aariv stares back at aayansh as he taunts sarcastically "Looks like your husband is not in a good mood, princess."

Aayansh looks at him with boredom and answers in his usual cold tone "Exactly, Mera mood hamesha achha nahi rehta, better keep this thing in mind next time."

Without waiting for his response, aayansh turns his eyes to Tara and says "You are getting late, wife."

Greeting Aariv and luca, Tara steps inside the mansion, from security guards to every servant and worker knows her and they get alert with her presence. But Tara's gut feeling is very wrong at this time, like something really bad is going to or will happen.

Dhairya is sitting in the living area, a newspaper tugging in his hands while Tara feels a sudden rush of emotions inside her after seeing her father but holding herself together, she murmurs slowly "Dad?"

Dhairya instantly raises his eyes up to her, his face remains unaffected or maybe he is showing likewise as he stands and in a mocking tone, he says "Any special reason for appearing here, Mrs. Oberoi?"

Her guilt fuels up after witnessing his behaviour, for a moment silence builds up as she fists her hands in anticipation and murmurs "Dad please-"

Dhairya folds his arms behind his back as he halts her taunting "Dad?

Really Tara? But I only have a son.. Arsh Jindal.

And you left us because I am not your real father, arsh is not your real brother regardless of our unconditional love for you.

We accepted it finally, so what happened to you now? "

She keeps her emotions in check, accepting her fault and says "It's not true, I never left you and Bro. I- I needed time.. and I know what I did was wrong.. I just couldn't take whatever happened; I'm sorry."

"Don't you think you are too late for this, princess?" Dhairya shrugs in a low voice, his voice heavy with pain and disappointment "My daughter is going to be a mother of that man's child who just conspired against us, who wants to kill my son. You want me to accept all this with my arms open?"

Sighing, he sits on the couch back and breathes "I can't do this, you may go."

"No, please at least listen to me" She steps near him, her voice dripping with guilt and pain "Aayansh won't do anything like this, I know him, He-"

"Hm I see, let's get on the point Tara" He presses severely, looking in her eyes "Your real father is Tarun Jindal- The most known and dangerous ruling Mafia name of twenty years ago, and my younger brother.

His wife your mother Iraa died in a mishap which took place because of he himself and he got jailed for that.

To secure your life from all this mess, I legally adopted you when you were only one and we didn't want you to know all this, because tarun is a criminal.

.. And your safety and happiness was always my first priority.

Everything is clear... Now tell me, what do you want? "

"Aapki maafi chahiye, milegi?" She says, her eyes getting teary unwillingly.

"You know how much your dad loves you Tara," He makes her sit with him, caressing her hair as he continues softly "But if you want me to accept you with this child, it's not possible, princess."

"But-" as she puts forward a word, dizziness creeps in her and noticing it instantly, dhairya concerns "You aren't looking well, we'll talk about it later."

Before letting her speak a word, dhairya orders the head maid to take Tara in her room deliberately and Tara doesn't refuse because of the guilt feeling she's holding back or most appropriately the dilemma- aayansh is waiting outside and she can't refuse her father too.

But she's unaware that actually, Aayansh is not Waiting for her to come out- he never did.

Here dhairya heads out of the mansion aware of aayansh's presence as he faces him who is hitting on his cigar not actually giving a shit to dhairya's instant arrival, dhairya croaks staring at him "What are you doing near my mansion?"

Reluctantly, Aayansh looks at him with the same demeanor and says "I think you aren't blind, are you? Nevermind, I don't have a bit of interest in anything of this Mansion of yours instead of my wife."

"I think you are sensible enough to understand that I'm not going to send my daughter back with you?" Dhairya presses, his attitude challenging as he tugs both his hands inside his pockets.

"And you are stupid enough to think that I am bothered about what you think or do, I will take her back the same way I brought her." Aayansh declares, care lessly puffing on his cigar and eyeing him without a bit of hesitance as he knows twenty minutes of one hour are still left.

"Respectively get-lost from here," dhairya croaks, his tone raised this time.

Aayansh's jaw clenches and eyes turn cold as fury surges in his veins but he's controlling himself just because of Tara, his voice calm and dangerous as he warns "Izzat de raha hu dhairya Jindal, Izzat utaarne par majboor mat karo because that would be too much for you.

Aur meri biwi se jis tarah se baat ki hai uske baad bhi saanse le rahe ho, count this. "

"I guess you don't know where you are standing right now" Dhairya barks out, grinding his teeth as soon as feels his pride being attacked.

Aayansh smirks darkly as he presses his cigar on the car's bonnet and shoots back "And you don't know who Aayansh Oberoi is, ask your son, he will surely tell you everything in detail."

Hearing this, dhairya patience slips and he indicates the guards to get aayansh out but the shocking thing is, not a single man steps ahead to do this as they know Aayansh too well and aayansh taunts "Your men are more intelligent than you,"

Dhairya's fists clenches as his fury peaks while aayansh checks the time in his wrist watch, the hour is almost complete and deprived of any hesitation, he steps inside the mansion leaving dhairya stunned as he goes straight towards Tara's floor from where she's herself getting off of stairs.

Her eyes clash to aayansh's as without saying a word, he lifts her in his arms and she panics "What are you-"

Aayansh cuts her off straightly "Your one hour is done, we are going back right now,"

He makes his way ahead, holding her carefully and leaving her completely baffled but as Tara's eyes fall on dhairya who is standing near them and eyeing with resentment, she impulsively says "Aayansh please put me down, my dad is seeing."

"Let him see" aayansh answers sharply and without stopping while Tara requests again "Please, please Aayansh, let me explain to him."

Aayansh looks into her pleading eyes for a moment hiding the fury in the back of his brain, he takes her off while dhairya gets to them the same moment but when he's about to get aside to let them talk, Few words of dhairya ignites the beast ready hovering at him "You are gonna abort the filth you are carr-"

He stops with a shiver down his spine.

While these words of dhairya breaks the last drop of patience aayansh was trying to hold just for Tara.

He closes his eyes for a moment and rubs his left brow with the thumb like a predator, his nerves carving out and every muscle in his body is pulsating with rage like a volcano as he orders Tara in a chilling, dangerously dark voice "Get in the car,"

At this moment, Tara can sense that his anger is getting out of his own control which makes her shiver at her place, not for her but for dhairya as she denies "I won-"

Aayansh jerks his bloodshot eyes open and glares at her as he repeats menacingly "I said get-in-the car right now."

Terror builds in her as she knows retaliation at this time would only worsen the things, unwillingly she gets out to the car and sits inside and here aayansh grabs dhairya's throat, leaving him stunned and terrified as aayansh starts choking the life out of him mercilessly, asking in the same dark tone "What-did-you-say? "

Dhairya's fear filled eyes are almost popping out and his breath voice is sticking in his throat as he shivers for his life but Aayansh keeps tightening his grip over his throat.

When bewildered luca steps towards them from the other side, aayansh shoots at him without turning as he keeps choking dhairya to death even the guard tries to stop him, but can't as he has killed a few of them already.

Dhairya's blood runs cold and breaths are almost at the verge of stopping when a punch lands on aayansh's face and his face leans to one side, but his grip on dhairya's throat doesn't loosen.

Aayansh throws dhairya aside and next moment, he grabs arsh's collar and drags him down on the ground. Arsh who wasn't ready for this, he eyes him furiously but before he can assemble himself, aayansh throws continuous four kicks on his face chest.

But he before he can do anything else, a broken voice resounds there "aayansh please stop it, please I beg you,"

Aayansh turns his head towards Tara who is standing near them helplessly, tears from her eyes falling down like unhinged rain and arsh also looks at Tara as he gets up.

Seeing Tara's condition and ignoring everything just for this moment, Aayansh steps towards her and takes her hands in his as he makes their way ahead, holding his rage but just then arsh holds Tara's other hand saying "Enough all this, You-are-not going anywhere Tara."

Aayansh tilts his head slightly and glares at arsh with his bloodshot red eyes as he warns menacingly "Leave my wife's hand."