51| Back to India.
"She lived a fairytale and dreamt of a prince charming
But little did she know, she was craving for a love that consumes
A storm that ruins.
She was craving for a devil who devours and leaves scars"
~ SHATTERED To Be His
I lay bare in front of him, breathless, amazed and vulnerable, still slightly drowsy as the moonlight from the vanity's glass cast on my exposed body. He had torn each cloth from me already, his dark eyes scans the whole of me with a lethal hunger and I gulp.
I provoked him until the edge and here I am.
Legs parted, chest rising and falling, hair scattered on the bed sheet beneath like a mess, both wrists pinned above my head in his single hand as I blink at him with need, though his dark, devouring eyes are scaring me.
But I know, he wouldn't hurt me or his baby for his physical needs, he would NOT.
He releases my hands and makes his way down to my waist, my eyes instinctively drop to him as he grips my legs apart, his fingers digging into my skin.
He kisses and nibbles on my inner thighs, slowly but wildly and I hold his shoulders, my breath coming in rags as his lips and teeth move just a little away from my wet core.
He savors my skin the way he wants, kissing my abdomen and I moan. He grabs my hips, lifting them up slightly as he starts eating my pussy, licking, sucking my clit.
"Ahh.. Aayan..sh" I cry out, utterly breathless.
The wild intensity of his actions is just driving me insane, my head arches back with the sensation, unbearable pleasure coiling within me but when I move my head, he growls against my core "Eyes here."
Swallowing a sharp breath, I shift my eyes to him again, watching him as he eats me like a hungry wolf with his intensely dark eyes drowned into mine, my already giving up legs resting on his shoulders as I groan, already feeling spent.
He's not someone to do foreplay, yet he's doing as he knows I wouldn't be able to take him without that.
He detaches, his lips wet with my juices, his voice a gutteral murmur "Fuck, wife" He rubs my clit with his thumb "You taste like a sin, I can feast on your pussy till I fucking I die."
I stare at his handsome face, my breath heavy with exhaustion.
"I want you" I whisper, and a sinister smirk curls his lips, he moves his thumb from my belly button to my breasts, cupping them in his large hand as he rasps "Correction-you want me to fuck you, stretch your hole with my cock buried deep in you."
Fuck this man.
I can't with him, I seriously can't.
He squeezes my left tit and an unwilling moan slips free from my mouth, he rests his hands on both sides of my face and leans on me, capturing my lips in his mouth with a suppressing pace.
My body arching behind with the force he's devouring my lips, I kiss him back, tugging his hair with strength but still not able to match his pace.
He suckles my bottom lip, pressing it between his teeth and some more tears well down my closed eyes, his lips move to my neck, nibbling on my collarbone and chest and I moan my soul out.
"You won't hurt... hurt me, right?" I question between my breaking breaths and he stops, pulling away as he looks into my eyes.
"I won't" He pecks my lips, and I blink at him.
Then, he leans closer and in an intimidating dark voice, he husks in my ear "As I'm going to ruin you, and you will let me.. obediently."
My eyes widens, swollen lips parting with bewilderment, he bites my earlobe before getting up.
His eyes bore into mine as undoes his belt, tossing it aside, his actions both precise and desperate as he takes a deep breath, as if preventing the sadist side of him.
I bite my inner cheek, my nipples tightening and pussy clenching just by a mere glance of him as I try to crawl backwards when he growls "You don't want me to tear your cunt apart, do you?"
I choke on my breath, his beastly gaze having not an ounce of mercy. Till now, he was playing to get my body ready to be wrecked by him.
He takes off his pants, throwing them aside, followed by his boxers and throughout, he looks into my eyes as if his mere gaze is enough to leave me on edge.
His thick, hard length springs free as he gives it a few strong strokes, commanding me "Get on your fours."
"Why don't you ge- get me on my f.. fours?" I breathe shakily.
He smirks, and trust me, this time it's lethal. He leans on me slightly, his voice hoarse. "Because If I did, you won't be able to feel your legs for weeks."
I whimper, getting wetter with each word of his, but I can't deny he just spilled a fact, and I certainly don't want that.
Gradually, I flip until I face the mattress and lift myself on my fours, my heart racing with a wild pace and legs already feeling weak.
"Hips higher" He nearly growls, holding my waist to keep me balanced.
God, I'm already tired.
I lift my hips, not able to see him anymore, my hormones ready to explode.
"You'll pass out the moment I go rough on you" He circles my navel, his voice dropping to a dark whisper "So how about I go rough, wife?"
"You.. you're always rough" I manage to grunt.
"Ahhhhh... no" A scream tears through my throat the moment he enters me from behind, without any warning, tears shed down my eyes when his just half cock is inside me.
"This is rough" He says, kissing my back as he dives into me with a wild pace "And my little Naive does like when I go rough on her."
He's so in me that I can feel him near my stomach, I scream as he pulls out only to thrust again with a higher force, this time all of him.
"Tell me amour, can a fragile flower make you cry or scream like this, hm?" He husks against my earlobe, his lips brushing against my shell and my tear filled eyes flick wide.
How did he... fuck me.
"Aay.. aayan, I was j-just kidding" I stutter as he pulls out, feeling like I'm going to pass out with the intensity of his thrusts.
My mind is seriously not working, not processing anything but him.
"But I'm certainly not kidding" He kisses my earlobe, his tone the same.
"Aahhhh...please" He plunges his cock into me once again, with my body, the whole bed is shaking with the pace of his thrusts, the sound of skin slamming against skin echoes.
"Please what?" He asks, caressing my sweat drenched body in his way. "You enjoy when I take you like this, when I fill your tight hole beyond its limits, until you're nothing but full of me, don't you?"
I nod and he thrusts in me again, earning another scream as he demands "Use your tongue."
"I do" I bite out, his fingers brushing against my sore folds as he praises "Good girl."
I feel another orgasm building as he hits a spot inside me, stretching me open with his size.
He starts moving in me and I shut my eyes, letting the climax break through me as I scream, my legs are shaking, sweat drenched body trembling and face soaked with tears.
He flips me and lays me in bed, he's on top and I look at him with a hazy gaze, his messed hair wet with sweat, so does his body, eyes still dark and a smirk on lips as he notices me.
"You're pure like an angel" He caresses my neck, his cock buried in me "But I'm opposite of you, I'm evil, so evil."
I cup his face in my hands, as I say "I still l-love, and I always will... promise."
"You don't realise what you just said" His voice is intense, his lips tracing my jaw. "It's easy to fall in love, but holding it till the end is NOT."
"I-" He silences me, "No more words."
Though, I'm not in the condition to speak as an orgasm tears through me and I come sixth time on his length, utterly spent, my breathing slow and body trembling with the aftershocks.
He thrusts in me a few more times, until he finds his own release, he pulls out and spills his warm seeds on my belly and breast.
I lay completely wrecked beneath him, sobbing with pain as I still feel him inside and darkness engulfing my vision.
He turns and pulls my trembling frame close, pressing a kiss against my forehead while I collapse on him as he stands to clean me when my eyes shuts close by themselves.
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N E X T M O R N I N G
Tara winces and slowly drags her eyes open, feeling a sharp ache crashing through her whole body, especially across her legs and core and she groans, clutching the bed sheet tighter.
She stares at the ceiling quietly, blinking to get some relief when aayansh's scent fills her nostrils and she turns her head to him, he's sleeping beside her- his one hand is wrapped around her belly, messy hair clinging to forehead and back scratched with Tara's nail art.
She pulls the blanket up slightly and looks at herself inside it, with that, an unwilling blush coats her cheeks, mixing with frustration.
"Bloody animal" she curses under her breath.
She tries to move a little to remove his hand, but can't because of the soreness, adding to this, his strong hold.
The blanket is the only thing covering their bare, entangled bodies.
She covers her chest with it and lifts her head to look around, only to find her saree, torn shapewears and other clothes nestled here and there. Aayansh's pants lying in a corner, shirt just near the bed.
She shifts her eyes to his face again, this is the only moment when he looks so peaceful, and she herself doesn't realise what exactly she feels staring at him like this.
"You're making me lose control, wife" her eyes flick wide, hearing his deep voice and that smirk ghosting on his lips.
"You're already awake" she grunts, squirming her brows in disbelief.
"Of course" He says, his intense gaze dropping to her body as he adds "You're so tempting."
She covers her cleavage and narrows her eyes, "You already left me in no condition to move."
He doesn't reply, his face expressionless.
Standing up, when she's staring at his exposed body shamelessly as he wears his pants and shirt.
Then heading toward Tara, he pulls the blanket away from her in a single stroke and tosses it aside, leaving her naked and she tries to cover her chest with hands, her cheeks turning red.
While Aayansh intense eyes scanning her bare body, full of hickeys and marks, highlighted on her milky white skin.
He leans closer to her and she leans backwards as he hovers over her in bed and murmurs near her lips "You look more tempting after being marked by me."
She flinches, her cheeks and ear burning as her bare back hits the mattress, closing her eyes as she grunts "Aayansh, please, No."
He stares at her crimson turned face for a moment, then a deep smirk curls his lips as he says "Relax, your over-sensitive body won't be able to handle more, so kuch nahi kar raha mai."
Saying this, he picks a T-shirt from the walk in robe and makes her wear it. Then, Aayansh scoops her into his arms in a go and she wraps her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder, she closes her eyes to relieve herself.
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These voices echo in her ears with some cruel laughs followed, her mind is focused on a few blurred faces, especially on one of them as she moves the brush to specify it on the canvas.
A moment later, she opens her eyes and sees the person she had portrayed- A dark shadow, face blurred with a cruel, unrealistic smile.
She quietly stares at the painting, as if trying to gather the scattered pieces of the past.
It was a basement, dark enough to deceive anyone's eyes. Twelve year old Aashika stood a distance away, watching the scene unfolding in front of her.
Her mother, several monsters in the skin of humans, a familiar face between them, the cries, the struggle and the end-
In the other image, she finds herself locked in her room, coughing, her throat thrashing to catch a breath but all she could inhale is a gas, a harmful gas. An attempt to kill a twelve year old child who's the sole witness of her mother's suffering.
Her eyes are slightly red as she recollects, but then a ring on her phone halts her thoughts, she keeps the brush aside and picks the call, and a woman's voice crackles "Hello, Mannat?"
L I V I N G R O O M
Aaryan, Rithvik Oberoi, and one of their trusted men Ashray are sitting on the sofas, they're drinking and their faces drained in thoughts.
"I don't think mannat can betray us, Sir, we've just given her your daughter's identity, she was a mere employee in our company and Riva's friend. Itne saalon se hamare beech reh Rahi hai, toh-"
Aaryan cuts Ashray off, taking a sip of his wine "Greed ashray, greed. Hear me-"
"We needed a girl with absolutely no background and that's the reason I chose mannat.
According to our Father's will, this whole estate is in my kid's name-Aayansh and aashi- sole heirs of this whole empire.
Aayansh never showed interest in all this, and aashi, meri beti, use ham saalon pehle hi kho chuke hain ek haadse mein. "
"According to the will, if neither of my two children leads this empire, then everything will be given away as charity.
I couldn't let that happen. I tried to bring Aayansh to India but couldn't and now, uska wapas na aana hi hamare liye profitable hai.
Since I didn't have any other option, I gave Aashi's identity to mannat.
Now, if she alone runs such a big empire, then it's not a big deal to be greedy.
That's why we can't trust her. We will have to keep an eye on her every movement. "
Here in her room, aashika is listening to this conversation through the mini microphone in the flower vase hidden where they're sitting.
A smirk twitches the corner of her lips as she turns the microphone off and resumes on call when the other person warns her, "You're playing a dangerous game, mannat, what if they get to know you're-"
"Aashika" She completes her words, "Whose death is still a mystery to everyone."
"You know Sia, seven years ago when I entered this family as Riva's close friend, there was only one thing in my mind, I wanted to find my mom's culprit, who is in this family itself."
"But now, I want to destroy them from their roots, I want to choose the path my grandfather led me to" She admits, her voice calm but lethal.
"Your grandfather..." Sia, her friend, responds, "Mr. Reyansh oberoi?"
Hearing this name, a lively image starts playing in her mind.
Eleven year old Aashika was sitting on her grandfather's lap, he was explaining something to her and she was quietly listening with full focus.
"See warrior princess, family ties are always inevitable to us, but not more than your values, your self respect and pride which solely belongs to you, and you should know how to protect these on your own, fight back and stand against the world if it's needed."
Aashika nods slightly, "I will, dadu."
She pauses, then asks "Dadu, why do you always call me a warrior princess?"
He chuckles slightly, caressing her hair as he answers "Because you're a warrior and a princess both, you have a warrior blood inside you."
"Matlab?" She frowns, squirming her brows.
"Matlab, you've the capability to fight your own battles, stand against the world.
" He smiles softly "We're not normal people, your dadu had grown up amongst wars and blood, still ruled and built a legacy no one can end.
And after me, you and Aayansh have to carry this legacy ahead, then your children.
Aayansh, I see my own reflection in him, but in a different way, you both are different. "
"Dadu, don't compare me with that pumpkin. I'm The Aashi Oberoi and he's just a walking-talking round ball." She flips her hair.
He laughs, "He's your brother."
"Does your brother know about all this?" Sia questions from the other side of the call.
"No one knows, except me and you." Aashika murmurs, exhaling a sharp breath "But I want him to know, I want him to be aware... I am alive."
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F O U R. D A Y S. L A T E R
Belize, America
12.04 P.M-
Dawn paints the sky in blush and lavender. The tides whispering against the shore and soft wind flowing like a melody.
Tara's these days spent in bed rest and now she's craving to do something exciting. Though she's still not recovered from the soreness, this thing can't overshadow the thrill inside her, the thrill of exploring this island or their private space as much as she can, make memories.
She wants to enjoy the seashore, play with the sand and swim.
Tara stands from the bed, her legs still hurt but she ignores the pain and makes her way out to look for Aayansh. She heads to the centre floor through the lift, scanning everything, there's no servant staff, no one and the silence, the darkness of this villa is indeed scary.
She walks through the hallway, but then some sound catches her attention, following it, she stops outside his study room.
Hiding herself, she sneaks her head slightly in to look for aayansh, only to find him sitting on his chair and playing mouth organ with his eyes closed and face deadly calm as if something is going on in his mind.
The scary tune he's playing resounds within the room, making goosebumps crawl through Tara's skin and she gulps.
There are certain moments when she witnesses him like this, and unwillingly, this demeanor of him still haunts her somewhere.
She stares at him for a quiet Moment, but before she could step back, his voice halts her feet "Staring at someone and then-"
Stopping the tune in a blink, he doesn't move, his eyes still closed as he adds "Walking away like this is very wrong, Amour."
Tara, who was hiding herself behind the broad door, comes out, hesitance crashing her face as Aayansh places the mouth organ aside, standing and glancing back at her as he commands, "Come here."
She gets back in her senses and reaches him with slow steps as he makes her sit on the table in front. His face remains the same when she's staring at him without blinking, as if she's lost in him.
"Itna Naazuk hona bhi sahi nahi hai" he murmurs, leaning on her face and tugging a strand of hair behind her ear "Ki tumhare Dil aur Dimaag par koi is had tak haawi ho jaaye."
"Well" He adds, "Ye hak bhi sirf mera hai."
["It's not right to be so delicate, that someone can take over your heart and mind to such an extent. But again, this right is also mine"]
"Why did you leave the bed?" He questions, his voice turns serious.
"I wanted to-" She starts with a slow voice, placing hands on his chest. "I wanted to enjoy the seashore and sunset."
He scans her face for a moment calmly, then pecking her lips and getting her off of the table, he says "Go."
She glares at him with a glint of confusion, slurring in a slow voice "Sometimes I feel you're completely different from the person I know."
"Anyways, I love you in every way." She exhales, walking ahead when he grabs her wrist and pulls her back to him, her back hits his chest and his hands on her stomach.
"You love the person you know" Her breath quickens as he kisses her neck, his voice intense "Because no one can love Aayansh Oberoi."
'What the hell, control your hormones Tara' she curses in her mind.
"I love both" She utters, taking deep breaths and tilting her head.
His lips mark her shoulder, pulling the strap of her dress down. "People don't cherish nightmares, they get scared of it."
His lips move to her jawline, sucking the skin "Like you were scared of me, just a moment back."
She clutches the dress she's wearing, her eyes shut and a gasp leaves her lips when he bites on her collarbone and suckles there.
"Now go" He pulls away, and she turns to him whose face is unreadable "Isse pehle mera mood badal jaaye."
She gives a slight glance to him, then rushes out without thinking much.
Reaching her room again, she shakes her head to get this chaos out, muttering in her breath "Ajeeb insaan."
She gets in the closet, putting on a sky blue bikini and a white net shrug over it, her gaze lingers on her own reflection in the mirror, and since she's not habitual of wearing revealing outfits, she's a bit hesitant.
But then, she convinces herself thinking only Aayansh is going to see her like this, and it's not a big deal when he has seen her without a single cloth too, not only seen-
Nevermind.
Reaching out, straight near the whispering waves of the ocean lapping the Island's edge.
A bright smile making its way on her lips, the sight in front is dreamy, no chaos, no noise. The palms sways softly with the breeze, her bare feet feeling the warmth of the sand, the breeze tugging her hair playfully.
And when she sees a tiny fish darting out with the waves, she steps inside the shore, the waves kissing her skin as she feels the warmth of the ocean.
She closes her eyes, giggling and dancing with the water as if the sea is holding her.
Here, aayansh walks near the glass wall of his study room which offers the whole ocean's view, his eyes directly falling on Tara who's giggling in the sea shore.
He presses a cigar between his lips, lights it up and savors it slowly, his gaze intense and face lacking any emotion.
Everything is so perfect, I close my eyes, feeling the peaceful Breeze flowing over my face and my feet exploring the cool water beneath. This moment is not about luxury, it's just overwhelming.
But when I hear a subtle noise from the other side, I turn only to find Aayansh heading toward me while being on call. He's just in a pair of black shorts, soft sun rays casting on his muscular tight body.
I need to irritate him.
I bend, fisting some sand in my hand, I throw it on him, he doesn't react.
Did he just ignore me?
Not acceptable.
This time, I gather some more sand and throw it directly on his face. In a blink, without waiting for his response, I rush slightly inside the ocean, and the sea sighs against my calves.
Slowly, I move deeper in the ocean without turning, the waves rising around me like a tide, my net shrug swaying and floating like a jellyfish around my body as I giggle unbothered.
The cool water brushes against my thighs but my heart almost drops when my foot slips on sticky sand inside the water, my eyes shuts close in urgency and a faint scream-
I bumped into something hard.
I turn my head slightly, my body relying against Aayansh's chest.
My cheeks turn rosy as I'm just in two pieces of clothes, almost bare in his arms but I don't avoid eye contact.
I try to move away when he grabs both my hands in his one and pins them over my back, ceasing my movements effortlessly.
"Chhodho mujhe, I'm mad at you" I grunt, still trying to push him.
"I like this blush on your face" He rasps against my lips and I blink.
I stay silent and so does he as we both stare into each other's eyes, a quiet storm swelling between us and everything else fades.
His desire filled gaze gawking at me with intensity and my eyes dropped to his lips.
God, I want to kiss him so hard.
But no way, I'm not initiating.
Before I can even flinch or process the other moment, his lips are on mine.
I snap my eyes shut as he's not just kissing me, he's eating me hungrily. I kiss him back, sucking on his bottom lip when he has pressed my lips against his.
A moan slips free when he deepens the kiss, his tongue invading my mouth and I also increase my pace.
Cool water snipping over my thighs and hips as we're in the ocean, half drowned, the peaceful sound of rushing waves with my soft moans resounds, sun rays warming our bodies.
He breaks our lip contact and frees my hands, and I stare at him, gasping to normalise my breathing.
My swollen lips wet with his essence, trying to fetch the breath when I hear his deep voice, commanding "Take your bikini bottom off."
I choke on air, my heart skipping a beat.
My eyes dropping down at him as I question "You got a boner, Aayansh?" flinching, "Yaha kisine dekh liya toh?"
"This is a demarcated private space, yaha door door tak hamare alawa koi nahi hai" He says, caressing my neck.
His voice is dark and thick with desperation "Now take it off, or I will- and you won't like it how."
Why does this man have to be so unhinged every time? Unbothered by everything.
The sudden thrill crashes through me, I bite my inner cheek with nervousness, my hands moving to slide my bikini bottoms down, while he's staring at me like a predator.
I push the fabric down my thighs, baring my cunt, waves chirping around us. He wraps his one arm around my waist, lifting me as he grabs my thighs up and adjusts my legs around his torso.
I clutch his shoulders for support, my heartbeat quickening with anticipation.
Holding me against him with his single arm, he himself undoes his shorts a little, his thick, hard length comes in view.
He positions it over my slick core and a sharp cry tears through my throat when he enters me without warning.
I dig my nails in his tight skin, tears gleaming my close eye lids as I feel him filling me beyond my needs.
His cock stretching me open, drawing out both pain and pleasure and I don't know, which intensity is more as I cry out.
"Aah- yansh" I wince, tears shed down my eyes as he pulls my hips toward him, diving deeper into me and I scream.
My whole body's weight is on him, my hands reach his hair, he kisses my cheek and lips "Look how perfectly you're letting me stretch you beyond your limits."
I'm not able to process anything but him deep inside me, filling me, tormenting me. He hits a certain spot and I moan, chasing my release "I need to- to come."
Sweat beading across my body as I feel myself near, he kisses my forehead, "Relax, hmm?"
I nod and he starts moving inside me at a pace enough to drive me insane, he hits another stop harder and I groan "Ahh..ayan."
I come undone on his length, my head arching on his shoulder as I shudder and my body loosens with the intense release.
"Good girl" He kisses my earlobe, thrusting into me a few more times until he finds his own release.
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The sun dips lower, casting a blanket of warmth around the island. The waves lapping gently against the shore, where he's lying on the warm sand and I'm lying up on him, the momentous flowing water touching our feet.
His one hand tucked beneath his head and the other wrapped around my belly, near our baby.
I stare at the sunset quietly, my hair scattered on his bare chest when he's just drawing my scent in his breath.
I place my hand on his over my belly, motioning toward the dipping sun as I murmur "Isn't this so peaceful?"
"Hmm" He responds, I turn my head slightly to glance at him, his face is calm, eyes unreadable.
Sometimes this behaviour of him irritates me to hell, how boring can someone be? He should giggle, smile and enjoy every moment like me, with me.
"Bade Ajeeb ho tum" I narrow my eyes, flipping on him and now, my chest is pressing against his.
"Do you even feel anything here?" I poke my finger on his chest, over his heart.
"Only for you" He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and looks deeper into my eyes, there's something intense in his gaze, something that always makes me feel different emotions at once- desired, blessed and cursed, and maybe vulnerable.
He loves me, I know. But he's complicated to understand, sometimes too much.
I sigh and rest my head on his chest, mumbling in a tired voice "I'm hungry."
He presses a kiss on my hair and stands up, lifting me by wrapping his one arm around my waist and I shroud my arms around his neck and legs around his torso.
I'm literally so tired, not feeling like even moving after being banged by him in the ocean, and this man, he's so fresh as if he didn't spend his seeds on my belly a while ago.
Well, we reach the cabana and he makes me sit amidst the fluffy cushions.
i'm still in bikini and him in his shorts.
The culinary staff- who have arrived at the island just now, their eyes glued to the ground and to be honest, they feel like robots, not just them, everyone around me acts like one- because Aayansh doesn't like anyone's eyes lifted in front of him, especially on me.
This man is impossible.
The staff serves the exotic veg sea food in front, it's fresh and gluton free, including vegan sushi, canapès, sea carrot mushrooms etc.
They leave after serving and I lift my eyes to aayansh who's heading toward me. I start eating as he sits opposite to me, having his meal.
I stare up at the stars through the open net roof, proceeding with the dinner.
Once we're done and I'm about to stand, he pulls me in his lap, I stare at with wide eyes, questioning "What?"
"I want sweet" He says, before capturing my lips in his once again.
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The morning rays hit my face and I sigh, slowly opening my eyes as I realised I slept in the cabana itself, and didn't remember how and when I fell asleep.
I run a glance around, he's not here. Yawning, when I move to get up, he enters and I lift my eyes to him. He's in trousers and sweat drops gleaming through his upper body, so he was doing his morning workout.
"Good morning" I say, not opening my eyes properly.
"Morning" he responds, cleaning sweat from his body with a towel and walking towards me.
Just when I feel something-
...thick wetness and warmth between my thighs-
Some thick fluid drenching my lower body.
No. It can't be-
No.
I freeze, I can't think, I can't move.
Aayansh looks at me closely, noticing my expressions as he asks "What happened?"
"Aayansh-" I murmur, my voice barely coming out of my throat, my body slightly trembling as a sharp pain grips my abdomen and I clutch my stomach, groaning slightly.
But then he removes the blanket from over me, my eyes drop to my lower waist.
The bedsheet is stained with thick blood, flowing down my thi.. thighs.
It can't be-
Is it.. menstrual blood? No.
Did I have a mis.. miscarriage?
His eyes are glued to the same as I look up at him, stuttering breathlessly "I- I'm.. bleeding."
I'm still frozen, when he scoops my frame into his arms, sitting beside me as I feel myself panicking.
How can this happen?
"Relax, it's fine" He says, caressing my back and leaving me confused "You're absolutely fine."
Normal?
I lift my eyes to him, my voice still shivering "What do you.. mean, my b-baby-"
"There's no baby" He says and I pause, my mind goes blank.
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"There's no baby"
His voice is still echoing in my ears like a nightmare, rough, emotionless. I lay curled up in bed, burying my face in the pillow... The silence in me is deafening.
There's no longer fullness or warmth, just absence. Absence of them, my babies.
I didn't even have an Idea they were two- two parts of me and him who left me long ago. I can't feel them inside me anymore, emptiness is the only thing left and it's worse than... death.
How stupid I'm, how couldn't I sense? How couldn't I feel?
Maybe I was so engrossed in nurturing dreams with them who were never coming.
He didn't let me know until now because I wasn't fully recovered from this miscarriage, and I might not be able to handle this much at my sensitive time, I would have been broken beyond repair.
But now?
I feel betrayed.
I had the right to witness every moment, the moment he got to know we were having twins, the moment I lost them.
I don't know what exactly I'm feeling at this moment, I want to cry my soul out, but my eyes are dry. I want to yell, blame him for everything, but my throat is aching.
When I got to know I was pregnant, my whole world flipped into seconds, because I thought how would I bring a new life between us when everything is so messed up already, I was scared of the feeling of being a mother, even-Because maybe that was something very new.
The kiss Aayansh placed on my stomach, he was happy, I was vulnerable.
But how could I not get attached to my babies? I've felt them growing inside me for almost three months, their warmth, movements and the way I used to communicate with them like an immature kid.
This can never be fixed.
I hate him for this.
Every part of my body feels numb, my mind has stopped working, it's like I'm lost somewhere. But somehow, I stand and walk to the bathroom.
[ B.G Song: KABIRA ]
I unzip my dress and take it off my body, leaving myself in my shapewear and urging to feel light, to get myself out from every chaos of this life.
I turn on the shower and close my eyes, letting the cold water wash every ache I'm holding. My wet hair clings to my face, I let myself breathe, I want to. I want to forget everything, forget whatever happened in the past two months, but-
I wanted to cry, cry until I fix this absence in me and get light. And now when I have some moisture in my eyes, I feel... Shattered.
The sound of water shedding unhinged echoes in my ears, my hands themselves move to my belly.
The moisture turns into sobs and my legs can't hold the weight of me anymore, but before I could fall on my knees, a strong hold pulls me closer.
I don't lift my tear filled eyes when he's still holding me because I've no strength left. I can't feel what's happening around me, I just can't.
"Mere bach-" I sob but he cuts me off, "Hamare bachhe."
Hearing this, I turn my gaze to him who's soaking under the shower with me, his face is almost emotionless.
But then, I get into senses.
"Just leave me, all this happened because of you! I lost ev-everything. And does that even affect you? It doesn't, right?" I yell, trying to push him away, tearing pooling down my lids like an unhinged rain.
"Of course, The ones who never entered this world, their absence doesn't affect me" He says, looking into my eyes without any hesitation or guilt.
I blink at him for a moment, shocked, broken and numb.
How heartless can someone be? No pain, not a bit of affection towards his own children?
"How c-can you say that so ea-easily?" I stutter, my voice barely audible.
"Doesn't your heart ache for your own children? You said you loved them?" I stare at him the way whose face is still cold.
"Answer me?!" I growl with a shivering voice.
He grabs my arms, pulling me closer as he tilts on my face, water drops from his face dripping onto mine as he looks straight into my eyes while answering, "Shedding tears like you won't bring back what we have lost."
I freeze, my heart drops and I feel like I'm sinking somewhere else.
For a quiet moment, just the sound of falling water echoes between us.
I can't change what happened, I'll have to accept, If not today, then tomorrow.
I don't say a word, processing his statement in me, then, slowly I lift my eyes to meet him.
"Aayansh-" Moisture makes its way again in my eyes, flowing down my cheeks with the cold water "Why did..did that happen? I can't bec..become a mother? I can't carry your child?"
He cups my face, his eyes softening as he wipes my tears with his thumb and says "You will carry my child, our child. But not now, when you're too young."
"And that happened because you were not ready to nurture a life inside you, that too two lives when you yourself haven't seen the world properly."
He places his lips on my forehead and my eyes shuts close with the warmth of him on me, I place my hands on his chest.
I sob in his arms until nothing remains, Hugging him and he wraps his arms around my waist firmly, kissing me with every ounce of love he has.
He lets me cry as much as I want, until I accept that this scar can't be fixed.
Then he pulls away, his eyes dropping to the area down my waist, blood with the water flowing down my thighs. But I can't feel anything, I remain frozen at my place.
While him? he doesn't get disgusted by me.
He brings fresh shapewear for me, cleaning me, he makes me wear the bathrobe before scooping me into his arms like I'm a fragile doll.
I look up at his face for a moment, he's calm, emotionless.
I shrink myself into his arms, hiding my face in his chest.
Realising, some wounds can never be fixed, and some losses can never be forgotten... especially when they're from inside you.
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I N D I A
TH RE E DAY S LATER
India's biggest private lounge is filled with low murmurs, crystal chandeliers shimmering overhead, and tension hanging in the luxurious colossal suit.
Every known face of Asia's economy or bureaucratic world, Media of vast channels and production houses, foreign delegates sitting on their respective seats.
Cameras flashing, security and surveillance hovering, the enthusiasm and anticipation in people is the other thing.
Asia's highest ranked industry and both a multinational ?- O.R Co. (Oberoi and Rajvansh collision of industries) is going to get the face years after the death of Reyansh Oberoi, of his heir- Aashika Oberoi, as per media and people's information.
The whole Oberoi family is present in their seats, Aaryan Anika Oberoi, Rithvik and Meera Oberoi, their daughters, Rivaan.
Aashika has not arrived yet, and here the reporters are keen to interview her, the commerce associates-to build business ties with this leading empire.
The chaos runs in the media when five black sleek cars stop outside, the last three are security concerns.
A man dressed formally like the other, opens the door of the first car, and aayansh steps out- dressed in a black tailored suit, hair settled, face cold and calm.
This was the most unexpected and predictable appearance that could happen?- for every single person present here.
But now, the media is not allowed to interfere anyhow, until they get permission. No camera clicks, no unnecessary words.
Tara steps out of the same car, she's wearing an off shoulder black bodycon, slightly curled hair free on one shoulder and a light touch up on face completes her look- She's looking effortlessly gorgeous.
She looks at Aayansh once, before running a quick glance around as they're enveloped with a quiet chaos.
From the second car, aashika emerges, dressed in a red tailored suit. Her demeanor is calm yet mysterious as she looks at Aayansh Tara once, and a knowing smirk curls her lips.
Here, without being bothered by the media or others, Aayansh takes Tara's hand in his and steps inside the lounge, the managers and security following their lead.
"Ma'am, Mr. Aayansh Oberoi?" Aashika's P.A and friend both asks, bewilderment lacing her tone, "Was this your plan?"
"Nothing was planned," Aashika says, pulling up her black shades. "Yet everything is perfect."
She walks in, with her team and security behind.
Inside the lounge's hall, when people's attention shifts to Aayansh Oberoi and the Tara with him, their curiosity peaks, amazement dripping from their faces as they stand.
Where Oberois' are also staring at them, with the same shocked demeanor, especially at Tara.
"Is she Aayansh bhai's wife?" Riva asks Rivaan, staring at Tara with a big smile.
"Obviously, Dumbo," Rivaan says, smiling slightly.
"She's so... beautiful, I've been following her upcoming music albums" She murmurs, where the whole family is both happy and amazed-
Aaryan and Anika are blank, terrified as if they've realised something, something which isn't well.