Although I never wanted love but, it feels good to love you. ╰┈➤Yash Shrivastava
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Yash x Twinkle
"Ah, Fuck" Twinkled yelled kicking her car which stopped in the middle of the road and the most fucked up thing was she left her phone in her home.
She kicked her car until her feet started hurting. She rolled her eyes, looking here and there to see if someone could help her. Losing all her hope she was going to sit in the car when she heard a siren, her head snapped to the way hoping to see someone. She smiled in hope watching a police jeep coming toward her.
The Jeep stopped just infront of her and a police officer asked her, "What happened madam?"
Twinkle felt a weird vibe from him when the man started looking at her in a weird way, so she shook her head and said, "No, nothing I was just going back to home"
She tried to open the door but that police officer grabbed her arm, "Aap kaho to hum chod dete hai" (If you say then I'll drop you)
Twinkle tried to pull her arm back and said, "No thank you sir but I am okay on my own."
The police officer stared her up and down noticing her outfit. A loose top with shorts till her calf. He smirked and asked evilly, "Are you a prostitute?"
Twinkle's eyes widen in shock as she shook her head in fear, "I am not. Please let me go."
He chuckled and pulled her in his arms, "It's okay. Jyada paise le lena" (take more money) Twinkle pushed him away and slapped him in anger, "Don't touch me." She yelled at him in anger.
He placed his hand over his cheek which was stinging a little and snapped at her in his aggressive voice, "You whore. How dare you?"
He was going to grab her throat in anger but his gaze fell on another police jeep. Getting a chance, Twinkle kicked his groin and ran from there with her full speed.
"Ahhhhh" That police officer shouted in pain. The other police officer who came in other jeep frowned looking at him and asked in concern, "Raunak what happened to you?"
Raunak stated while holding his groin in pain, "That woman is a thief, Ankush Sir. She was trying to steal my money but when I asked her to sit in the jeep to take her in the police station, she slapped me and kicked me here." He said painfully holding his groin trying his best to subside his painful screams.
Ankush stared at the woman who was running in some distance and assured Raunak, "Don't worry I will arrest her"
He sat in the jeep and sprinted towards Twinkle who was running in her full speed in fear. Ankush overtake her and drifted his Jeep infront of her in a distance. Twinkle froze at her place and tried to ran to the other side when he took out his gun and held her at a gunpoint, "Sit in the Jeep or I would shoot you."
Her heart raced in fear as she thought that Ankush was with that previous officer. She lifted her both hand in surrender position and asked him, "You can't kidnap me like this."
Ankush frowned, still gun pointing her forehead said to her, "I am not kidnapping you. You are arrested for theft and attacking an on duty police officer."
She frowned but getting arrested was a lot better for her rather than getting kidnapped. she carefully sat in the Jeep and stared at him saying, "I am Twinkle Raghuwanshi. Please let me go I didn't do anything. He was the on-"
"We will talk about this in police station. Just sit here" He said roaring his engine.
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"ADVAY" Harsh shouted at a man who was lying on the bed fully intoxicated in drugs and liquor. The whole room smelled of cigarettes and weird smell of liquor.
He opened his eyes and looked at Harsh in his Intoxicated state, "Mama" He called him with a broad smile but Harsh took a stick in his had and asked him in his stern voice, "Kitni baar mana kiya hai ki servants ko paise deke aur drugs mat mangao lekin tum to sunte hi nhi. tumhare papa ne tumhe yaha drugs chudwane bheja tha par tum to-" He paused averting his eyes in disappointment. (How many times have I told you not to give money to servants and ask for drugs but you don't listen. Your father sent you here to quit drugs but you-)
Advay chuckled darkly and stood in his feet still in his sane but intoxicated mind, "Mama, you are taking this very serious. You are also giving me drugs."
Harsh glared at him and yelled, "It was prescribed by doctors. You are here for rehabilitation you stupid man."
Advay averted his eyes trying to ignore his words, "Fuck off Mama ji. I am not interested in your stupid rants"
Tired of his repetitive behaviour, Harsh hit him with a stick, "Ouch" Advay glared at Harsh and warned him with his dangerous voice, "Don't you dare hit me again or-- ouch"
Harsh hit him again and asked in anger wiggling his eyebrows in anger, "Or what?"
Advay just kept glaring at him but didn't opened his mouth. Harsh warned him in his stern voice, "Agar iske baad mujhe pata chala ki tumne kisi servant ko paise deke drugs kharede hai ya agar mujhe ye pata chala ki tum is ghar se bahar chupke se nikle ho to sach bol raha hu, dusre din tum sidha rehabilitation center me hi miloge, do you get it?" (If after this I come to know that you paid money to some servant to buy drugs or if I come to know that you secretly slipped out of this house, then I am telling the truth; the next day I will find you directly in the rehabilitation centre, did you get it?)
Advay nodded casually not taking his words seriously, "Okay, now get out I don't fucking want to see your stupid face."
Harsh took a deep breath to control his anger and called him, "Advay" He looked at him with a little frown tug on his lips.
"I know you are angry at your mother but she didn't do anything intentionally." Harsh said calmly trying to make him understand.
Advay rolled his eyes and poured water in the glass, "I don't fucking care, Mr. Raghuwanshi. I hate her for leaving her 6 year old son in that hostel. I hate her for not even meeting her son even after he was arrested for consuming illegal drugs." He hid his tears which were trying their best to spill from his eyes.
He mixed something in the water and drank it.
Harsh left a heavy sigh. His chest tightened with discomfort as he remembered how he met Advay for the first time in police station. He was intoxicated in drugs. He wasn't even able to sense what was going on.
He still couldn't believe that his sister left her son like this. She never met her son even when Advay was arrested and just called Harsh to handle everything.
Harsh lowered his head saying, "I know you are hurt by her but please try to understand Advay. By doing this you are only destroying yourself."
Advay ignored him and again lied on his bed. Harsh sighed and went outside because he was tired now. Advay wasn't showing any progress and he wasn't even going to the rehabilitation center.
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"Shh, little honey. Don't panic like that." Ajay Bedi smirked when Anamika tried to run away from him. He grabbed her ankle and twisted it badly, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" She screamed crying because of the pain.
He hovered over her and said as if he was able to fell her pain. She cried begging him, "Ajay, please leave me"
He scoffed and said, "Say that you will help me again, then I would treat you properly"
She shook her head pleading him helplessly, "No Ajay please I beg you. It's enough. Why are you making me a sinner? Please don't do this."
Ajay rolled his eyes and said, "You won't obey me don't you?" She shook her head still holding her twisted angle crying over the pain she was feeling.
Ajay kept his finger on his head and asked with a smirk, "What if I hurt him?"
Anamika's eyes widens and she shook her head in disbelief, "No, you can't do this. You can't."
His smirk widen watching her helpless, "I can."
She cried while begging him, "You can't Ajay. Please I beg you. HE'S YOUR SON"
Ajay sighed and brushed off hairs from her forehead, "That's why I can hurt him as much as I want. He's my blood, my flesh. I can even kill him if I don't want him."
Anamika stared at him in disbelief as her face looked dull and her body was trembling by his effect. Her tear stained gaze met his and she said in her expressionless face, "Okay"
Ajay smiled beautifully and went to the cupboard to take first aid kid, taking the bandage he treated her twisted ankle and said calmly, "See, it was this easy little honey. You just have to obey me but you keep making me angry. How would I even love you if you keep doing this?"
He paused and said keeping his head on her lap innocently, "You know I only love you. I never even touch any other girl after our marriage."
Anamika didn't say anything and kept staring forward with her painful gaze.
He sighed and broke a morsel of roti. Dipping it in sabji he forwarded it to her mouth but she didn't notice this. She was still wondering fearfully that what kind of help he would ask from her? Would it be like he had asked many times previously? No, right?
Her head was filled up in many scary thoughts when she felt a soft touch on her cheek, "What happened little honey. Eat" He ordered with his most innocent look. She looked at him tiredly and said, "I want to meet my Daksh"
Ajay's gaze become disappointment and he extended his hand. She covered her face thinking that he would slap her but he just kept his hand on her face lovingly, "You don't need my permission to meet him little honey. If you want to meet him then do it. I don't mind. He's your son too"
Her facial features turned into desperate smile and asked, "Really?"
He smiled and asked, "Are you ready to help me because only after that you would be able to meet Daksh."
She nodded furiously wiping her tears, "Yes please let me meet him. He's such a small kid. He needs me" She begged him helplessly. She wanted to meet her son who would be 4 years old this year.
He smiled softly caressing her lips with his thumb. Just a minute. Satisfy me first and then you are free to meet him"
Her smile fell as he started tracing her leg with his hand. He started going upward under her saree and reach to her inner thigh. He looked at her and asked, "May I little honey?" He asked as if taking her consent. She wasn't ready. She didn't wanted to do anything. She didn't wanted him to touch her but she can't do anything. She's a mother and now it's enough for her. He didn't let her meet her son from more than two months. She was getting desperate to meet him and at this point she could do anything.
She closed her eyes surrendering herself and remembered her past when she was caged in this hell by her own parents,
Anamika POV
It was my story. My only lifeline was three people: my father, Shrinath Joshi. My mother, Aarti Joshi, and my love my boyfriend, Harsh.
My parents always loved me and treated me like their princess. I was too important for them. They never let me lack anything. I love them and I could even die for them if needed, especially my papa, he's my hero. I know I am doing partiality but I love him more than my mumma. I was considered as burden by my relatives when I was born but my father considered me as lakhmi and welcomed me with dhol and shehnai.
And I also have one more man in my life. My harsh. He's so sweet like sugar. We met at our college. We were in the same class so we get to know each other. But after we met I started feeling something for him. I think I am in love.
I fell deeply in love with him, so much so that I found myself doing things I never imagined—like stalking him! Me, Anamika Joshi, the cherished daughter of Shrinath Joshi, secretly following a boy around campus.
Eventually, I gathered the courage to confess my feelings. To my delight, Harsh accepted my love. That day felt like a dream come true; I hugged him right then and there. We dated for two beautiful years, imagining a future together. I wanted to marry him, and thankfully, Harsh felt the same. OMG! Life is so beautiful isn't it?
Two days before, I finally gathered the courage to ask for my marriage. Well I don't think that they will allow me to get married early as I am just 20 years old but I can try.
I went to my father's room and saw that he was doing something in a card. I sat beside him with a soft smile and said, "Papa, I want to talk with you"
He tapped on my head and said looking at the card, "Not now, Anu. I am busy rn"
In irritation that my father was giving attention to something else more than me, I snatched that card and stood up on the bed standing on my heels so he couldn't get the card.
He started requesting me, "Anu, my child give me back that card. I need to do corrections in that card."
I pouted and opened the card without looking at it and yelled excitedly, "What's so important that you are ignoring your little sweetheart papa?"
But when I read the contents of the card my heart started beating like crazy. Not in excitement or anything but in fear and anxiety.
'Anamika sang Ajay"
It was written on the card. My heart felt heavy reading that.
"Arey, aap bhi na bata digiye na. Waise bhi aaj ke jamane me kam se kam hume apne baccho ko itna to batana hi chahiye. Aakhir uski shadi hone wali hai " mumma said while coming inside. (Hey, you should also tell her. Anyway, in today's times we should at least tell this much to our children. After all, she is going to get married.)
"Actually you are right. I should atleast tell her about her groom. Afterall she is going to marry the man I had chosen for her." He said looking at her meanwhile I was feeling broken. How could my father do this yaar? He didn't even ask me before doing this.
"Anu bete" he called me. I looked at him with my teary eyes as his facial features turned into the sad ones. I sat on the bed in my heartbroken state while he came toward me and caressed my head.
"I know beta, you are sad about this but every girl has to marry someday. You can't stay here always. You also have to make your new family with your husband."
I hugged him tightly and said what I came here to say, "Papa I don't want to marry him "
My father's hand stopped caressing my back when I said that. "What do you mean anu?" He asked me breaking the hug.
I gulped and confessed again, "I don't want to marry him" I started crying as I really don't want to marry him. Ajay was my senior and I don't like him even a little. He stare at me weirdly everytime. I even warned him not to do that but he keep eve teasing me.
"You don't believe in me? Or so you think that I won't choose a good husband for you" he asked as if he was broken by my answer.
I shook my head and told him, "I love someone Papa, and believe me that Ajay is not a good man. I know him he's my senior and he keeps eve teasing me everyday"
He kept staring at me while mumma sat on the sofa while gasping.
He looked at me with red eyes and said, "You love someone?"
He asked. His voice was filled with sadness and anger.
I nodded in urgency because if I didn't tell them right now then they would never listen to me.
"Yes papa, his name is Harsh I mean Harshvardhan Raghuwanshi. He's a nice guy. Please Papa meet him once before committing anything." I pleaded but he looked furious, "How did you meet him?" I smiled as he initiated the conversation. I wiped my tears and told him everything. How I met him and all. I was waiting for his answer but he just jerked his hand and shouted at me, "Why did I give you permission to go to the college?"
Before I could say anything he answered me by himself, "I allowed you to go to the college to study not to love someone."
He won't support me, right? I realized it too late.
Mumma came toward me and slapped me. I was so shocked that she slapped me. My mother who never even scolded me, slapped me.
"Mai to kehti hu ulta latka ke Maro isse, galti kar di ise itna pyar de ke. Naak kata di is ladki ne humari" she said in anger. The dam of my tears broke and I started crying heavily. (I would say hang her upside down and beat her, we made a mistake by loving her so much. This girl has ruined our reputation)
Papa held my arm and said, "do din me shadi hai teri. Khabardar Jo koi ulti seedhi harkat karne ki koshish ki to. Mai jaban de Chuka Hu unhe aur ye shadi hoke hi rahegi." (Your wedding is in two days. Beware of anyone who tries to do anything wrong. I have given them my word and this wedding will definitely happen.)
I tried to make him understand, "Papa" I looked at both of them and said, "He's not a good guy papa. I don't like him."
Mumma sat beside me and hugged me tightly like she hadn't said anything a Moment before, "My child, I know but you don't know him yet. After marriage, you will realize that he is a good guy and if he is like that, he'll change himself after your marriage."
I can't believe that these guys are my parents. I can't believe that I believed they would understand my love.
I wasn't able to control myself and grabbed my father's legs, "Please Papa, I really love him."
My Papa also started crying and grabbed my feet emotionally saying, "I am begging you, Anu. If you didn't marry him then I won't be able to walk in this society. I won't be able to face them."
He stood up and hugged me, "We never had a second child because I never wanted that. You are my Pride Anu"
I realized that it was no use talking with him so I nodded and said, "I am ready to marry him"
They squealed in happiness and started congratulating me but they didn't know that I was planning something else.
I went inside my room but before going inside Papa took my phone with him. I sat on my bed thinking about him. Harsh, I am coming to you. I can't stay here and sacrifice myself for society's expectations. I can't.
I packed my bag with some clothes and some money. I swear I will return it back when I meet him.
I went to my window but before I could escape I heard my room's door opening.
"Anu beta, look this saree-" my mumma was standing at the door with some sarees in her hand.
When she saw that I was trying to escape she ran to me and started calling my father.
She caught my wrist and slapped me, "Besharam," She said in anger. Papa also came inside and saw us. He saw my bag on my shoulder and said, "You were running away from us" He asked emotionally.
I burst into cries, "So what do I do, Papa? You do not understand me. You do not understand that I don't want to marry Ajay. He—He." I paused, remembering the things he did with me: "He touched me, Papa. He touched my chest." I told them the truth I was burying in my chest. I didn't even tell Harsh about this.
Mumma gasped in shock and looked at Papa. He was also shocked to hear this. Mumma cornered Papa and talked with him. A little relief washed over me as they were atleast talking about it. Mumma said something to Papa and he went outside the room.
Mumma came to me and sat beside me. She held my hand and said in concern, "Anu, kar le na shadi usse. Kya dikkat hai?" (Anu, marry him. What is the problem?)
I looked at her in disbelief, "What do you mean mumma? I already told you why don't I want to marry him"
Mumma caressed my head, "To kya hua. Aakhir tumhari use shadi ho hi jayegi. Kya farak padta hai. kam se kam ghar ki izzat ghar me hi rahegi" (So what? After all you will get married to him. What difference does it make? At least the respect of the family will remain in the family.)
I slapped my head and said in frustration, "I don't want to marry him. I love Harsh"
She gave me a stern look and asked, "Anu, you-" She paused and then asked, "You are a virgin, right?" I looked at her in disbelief while she continued, "You said you were in a relationship with that man. You didn't lose your virginity did you?"
Tears streamed down my eyes, "Is this topic more concerning for you Mumma?"
She rolled her eyes and said, "Tell me"
I shouted at her, "Yes, I am a virgin. Is this enough?"
She sighed like I won a medal. She looked at me, "Look Anu, what's the problem with marrying Ajay? He's young. You even know him. He is rich. He had too much money. You would never lack anything. Rani bana ke rakhega wo tumhe." (He will keep you as a queen.)
"Aapko kaise pata?" (How did you know ) I asked her in the same stern voice, "How did you know that he would make me a queen? And how did you know that I would never lack anything?"
She looks at me tiredly, "Kyu jid kar rahi hai Anu?" (Why are you insisting Anu?)
"Kyuki wo aadmi thik nhi hai. He's a playboy mumma. I don't even know how many girls he had fucked-" (because that guy is not good) She slapped me again, "Is this how you talk about your husband?"
"He's not my husband and I don't even want to make him my husband" I cleared my point.
She sighed, "Anu, galti ho gayi aisa samajh ke maaf kar do use. Kyu is mamle ko khich rahi ho. Aur tumhare papa ne pasand kiya hai use. Tumhe to tumhare papa ki pasand bohot acchi lagti hai hai na? Aaj tak tumhare papa hi tumhare liye har chiz pasand karte hai hai na?" (Anu, forgive him thinking that he made a mistake. Why are you dragging this matter? And your father liked him. You like your father's choice very much, don't you? Till date, your father likes everything for you, right?)
"Par isbar ye koi kapde ya khilone ka mamla nhi hai mumma. Ye meri life ka decision hai. Khilone kharab nikalte the to mai lauta deti thi, Agar pati kharab nikla to lauta to nhi sakti. Aur aap is baare me baat kyu nhi kar rahi ki mai pyar karti hu Harsh se." I said showing my vulnerability. (But this time it is not a matter of clothes or toys, Mumma. This is my life's decision. If the toys were bad, I would return them, if the husband was bad, I could not return him. And why are you not talking about the fact that I love Harsh)
She sighed and held my hand, "Aaj tak tere papa ne kabhi galat decision nhi liya hai aur na hi aage lenge. Beti ho tum humari, tumhare liye to hum dono humari jaan de denge. Aur rahi baat pyar ki to waisa kuch nhi hai. Tum bas confuse ho. Ye sirf aakarshan hai. Aur agar tumne Harsh se shadi ki to wo kabhi kamayab nhi hogi." (Till date your father has never taken a wrong decision and neither will he in the future. You are my daughter, for you we both will give our lives. And as far as love is concerned, there is nothing like that. You are just confused. This is just an illusion. And if you marry Harsh then that will never be successful.)
"How did you know that it won't work? Mumma" I asked helplessly. She shook her head in concern, "Love marriages don't work. Do you remember Hema Avasthi? She divorced some days ago. She did love marriage with her husband and look at them now. Love marriages never work and look at the arranged marriages, look at us. Your mummy papa. Our marriage was also Arranged marriage and we love each other. And please try to understand Anu. That Harsh, he doesn't have anything. He is not successful beta. How would he even take care of you?"
Through my tears, I pleaded with her, my voice cracking, "Mumma, it doesn't work like that. You don't understand." But no matter how desperately I tried to make her see, she wasn't willing to listen.
She gently caressed my head, her fingers trembling slightly, and looked at me with eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Beta, we love you," she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion. "Believe us, we only want the best for you. We want you to have your prince—the one who will truly make you happy."
I felt a lump rise in my throat as I begged, my voice barely holding steady. "Mumma, please, just meet him once. I'm begging you, please give him a chance." But the way she looked at me—calm, distant, and unyielding—made my heart ache. It was as if she had already dismissed him as nothing more than a fleeting infatuation, a childish crush that I'd outgrow. It hurt more than words could say.
She caressed my head and said, "Please Anu, don't make us feel that we did something wrong by giving birth to you" Her eyes, looked like she was really broken by the fact that I love someone. Is it not right to love? Am I not allowed to choose my own husband?
She went away but I was determined that I want to escape this place. I took my bag and went to the window but 3 men were standing outside the window guarding the place.
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