Life is unexpected.
Unpredictable
Life plays games with you, and you can't do anything to stop them. Sometimes it gives you heartbreak, pain, suffering and sometimes it gives you love, care and respect.
That's what happened with Samaira.
At an early age, her parents died, making her lose everything. Making her accept that she will never be happy again because her parents are the biggest blessing she just lost.
She accepted her pain. Her Suffering. Her loneliness.
But a month ago, everything changed again. But this time maybe it was for good.
Maybe...
She didn't hear taunts from anyone. She doesn't have to hear what a burden she was. No yelling, shouting or angry faces.
If marriage gives you this peace then she is happy to be married. Her new family loves her. They have accepted her as their daughter-in-law. That day, she came to know how much they respect their culture and tradition.
Despite being the richest family, they still believed in relations and the bond of love.
She didn't have any contact with her uncle and his family. She just heard that they left the city on the order of Indrajeet Rajvansh.
Everyone in the house feared him. Mom and Dad were very sweet and loving. They treated her like their daughter.
Why wouldn’t they? She won their heart with her innocence and pure heart and soul. She also respected them very much.
It has been a month but there was no sign of her husband, Abhimaan. He left on the very first day, angrily, for his business and still had not returned.
Arunima told her that this was normal for them. Manier times when he was on his business trips, he didn't contact them. He is a workaholic.
It was evening and she was making tea for her family. Pouring hot tea into the cups and putting some snacks on small plates, she went to the garden where everyone was sitting and talking.
"Dadaji, your sugar-free tea," She said, giving him a hot cup of tea. He put her hand on her head as a blessing when she lowered her head with a smile. (Grandfather)
Samaira respected him but also feared him. This man, sitting in front of her, sipping tea, made her break every contact with her only family. Somewhere, a part of her was angry but she had no authority to show that.
"Always respect them and be the best daughter in law. I lost my respect because of my one daughter but I know you are not like her." These were the only words her uncle said when she met him for the last time.
She gave tea to Arunima and Gautam too. Arunima gave her a warm smile as always. Only because of her, Samaira adjusted very well. She never made her feel any less or like an outsider.
"You also sit with us," Arunima said and Samaira nodded and sat beside her.
Indrajeet was asking about some business issues to Gautam and Arunima- Samaira was listening to them.
"Have you talked to Abhimaan?" Indrajeet asked, sipping his tea.
That's when Samaira's heartbeat escaped and she stopped playing with her bangles.
"No, he is still out of contact but I had talked to his secretary. His work is almost done there, he will be returning soon." Gautam replied.
Samaira was instantly listening. They often talked about his hard work, his achievements, and she came to know many things about him in this one month.
She is their daughter in law but his wife? That's the one question that always lingered in the back of her mind.
She entered her room after dinner and changed into comfortable clothes. She took out her bangles and put them on the dresser. She always wore her Mangalsutra, her wedding chain, as was the custom.
She glanced at the reflection of a huge picture of Abhimaan in the mirror. His eyes held dominance. He had a magical charm in his eyes. His straight posture defined the power he carried with him.
Without even meeting him, She felt intimidated by him.
She licked her dry lips and got up.
She had been married to him but still didn't know him. Somewhere, she wanted to meet him, know him, talk to him but then she was scared.
I have nothing to do with this mess. His words still rung in her ears all the time.
She switched off the lights and slept with many thoughts about her life.
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Abhimaan’s POV
It felt good coming home after a long time. The whole month was so hectic that I didn't even get time to talk to my family. Mom must be angry with me.
That's why I wrapped everything soon and returned. They don't know about my arrival. It's 5 in the morning, I don't want to disturb anyone.
When I entered my house, it was dead quiet. Some of the staff were doing their job and wished me good morning.
I felt very tired because of the long flight. I just want to have a long bath and good sleep.
I opened the door of my room and threw the coat on the couch lazily and laid down on the bed for some time, without changing.
My head was hurting due to sleepless nights.
God!
I need a strong coffee.
I was going to drift off when I heard something. It was the sound of running water. I opened my eyes and looked around. It was coming from my shower.
Who could it be?
How dare someone come into my room without my permission?
I was already angry and now this.
I angrily walked inside the closet and bumped into something. Automatically, my hands encircled around it to hold.
I felt something soft.
Fragile.
And my eyes locked with the most mesmerizing eyes. She widened her eyes after realising something. Her long lashes, black wet hair were spreading all over her face and dripping water drops on my hands.
Her tiny hands were on my chest, grabbing hard for support. She was breathing heavily, I could hear her heartbeat.
Her white and wet neck. What, she was just in a towel.
What the hell!
She licked her dry lips, which I felt sexy.
Wow!
Control! My mind screamed in my coming mode.
I felt her lowering her eyes and she struggled to come out of my tight hold. She looked up again pleading with her eyes to release her.
Her eyes.
Who was she? And what was she doing in my room?
"Who are you?" I asked her. She stopped moving and looked straight into my eyes strangely.
She opened her mouth but nothing came out. Her face paled.
"I don't like to repeat myself."
"Who are you?" I again asked in a low and dangerous tone. She shivered in my arms. She wanted to run away from me.
She wanted to hide somewhere.
But she had to speak. She gathered all her courage.
"Samaira..." She whispered in a low voice but audible enough to me.
It didn’t take me long to sink it in. I knew this voice. The voice that has been haunting me for a month.
The voice, I wanted to forget.
The voice that belonged to my wife.
My f-cking replaced or betraying wife.
My eyes turned dark and my hold tightened on her waist.
Her eyes got filled with warm tears and she understood.
He hates me.
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Taddaaaaaa
Abhimaan- Samaira
Meeting, their eyes-lock.
Unknown beautiful wife😉😉
Let's see what will happen next?
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What are you still doing here?" He asked angrily.Last time, he checked..he made it clear about not wanting her in his house. His eyes were oozing anger. His stronghold was hurting her, unknowingly. Her eyes turned glassy seeing his anger. She has never seen someone this angry, with this closeness. Her Aunt used to shout at her but this is something next level. "I....please, it's hurting..." She pleaded while trying to come out of his hold. He watched her struggling and pressed his lips tightly to control his rage. He left her and dashed out of the room.He needs to stay away from her at this moment or he will do something wrong. I need to talk to them.Samaira took a long breath which she was holding since she doesn't know. She hissed a little rubbing her arms, it will leave marks surely due to his tight hold. Her Husband.She thought to first change herself in something appropriate. She took plain green kurta with white leggings. All the while, she was just thinking about wha
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